Author: bigarsebrat

Fucking an old [FF]riend: the story of the consummation with my work wife

Long time, no see. I return with yet another story about infidelity. I know, I know—at this point, it’s to be expected of me. What can I say? At 26 years old, I was a fiend and a reprobate. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, and all that jazz. Onto the story.

For the curious among you, the visuals for the two players in this scene. Myself: 5’2, dark hair, green eyes, olive skin, mixed race (Anglo-Arab, for those wondering) and what’s known as a Phat Ass White Girl (think big enough for people to ask me if it’s real). Rachael: 4’10, Anglo-Indian, slim but with an arse so peachy you could bounce a coin off it. Skin a shade or two darker than my own; hair so long she could sit on it; beautiful, big, brown eyes.

Before we get to the fucking, we have to go back in time. It’s a Thursday afternoon in big glass-fronted office in the City; inside, I’m on my lunchbreak, curled up in an armchair and reading, as always. I’m a new starter—I’ve only been at the job two weeks—but, even if I did know any of my colleagues more intimately, I probably wouldn’t spend my lunch with them. I tend to keep to myself at work regardless, but I could tell that these weren’t the type of people I could be pally with. Fine by me. Read more »

Bred by someone else’s boyfriend: the second (or, more accurately, third) cumming [FM]. The story isn’t the only thing that’s long..

Amadi—remember him? Me too. He’s the 6’1 definitely-not-single stud who belted and bred me in my first story. Now we move to the third—and, sadly, final—chapter of our sexual story. Text split below for when the sexy shit starts happening, for impatient readers out there. It’s a long one, so buckle up.

For the curious among you, the visuals for the two players in this scene. Myself: 5’2, dark hair, green eyes, olive skin, mixed race (Arab and Caucasian, for those wondering) and what’s known as a Phat Ass White Girl (think big enough for people to ask me if it’s real). Amadi: 6’1, Nigerian, shaved head, broad-shouldered, big arms, sitting nicely at the point where he’s muscled but with a minor, comfy layer of squidge. The kind of body where you know he can bench press you—in fact, he had once before, when we were very drunk and being stupid—but he’s still comfortable to cuddle with.

Before we get to the fucking, however, we’ve got to go back in time. It’s a sunny Wednesday afternoon in West London and I’m at work, killing time until I can go for my customary four o’clock cigarette break with my unbearably sexy colleague-turned-fuckbuddy. In the middle of writing a dull email to an equally dull client, my phone buzzes: it’s Amadi, with an uncharacteristically serious message. It’s the sentence everyone dreads seeing: *Can we talk?* Read more »

The time I [F25] was bred by someone else’s boyfriend [M24] [MF]. Warning: long!

This is a few years ago now, but still a fond memory (read: memory I masturbate to). Let me set the scene: I was 25 at the time, in an open relationship with a woman, and using said openness to be as slutty as I could with as many men as possible. Not the greatest time in my life in terms of morality, and I would never be with someone who was in a relationship now (and haven’t for many years), but you live and learn and all that. I do regret the poor choices I made, although I don’t regret the things I learned from it. Onto the story.

For the curious among you, the visuals for the two players in this scene. Myself: 5’2, dark hair, green eyes, olive skin, mixed race (Arab and Caucasian, for those wondering) and what’s known as a Phat Ass White Girl (think big enough for people to ask me if it’s real). A man that I’ll call ‘Amadi’: 6’1, Nigerian, shaved head, broad-shouldered, big arms, sitting nicely at the point where he’s muscled but with a minor, comfy layer of squidge. The kind of body where you know he can bench press you—in fact, he had once before, when we were very drunk and being stupid—but he’s still comfortable to cuddle with. Read more »