My FWB’s boyfriend encourages her to invite me over. [MF]

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skips to sex

I generally have to travel for work no more than Monday through Friday, but not that long ago, I had the “joy” of having to stay through, and work through, the weekend. Nothing crazy, just a normal 8-9 hour shift on Saturday and a bit more on Sunday, but enough to thoroughly disrupt my routine and take me away from my then-girlfriend, now fiance.

What was worse is that although I have permission to sleep around a little, my former FWB in town had just gotten a boyfriend. I hung out with the two of them once some time before this story, and although my former FWB was flirtatious and even handsy, there was nothing to indicate what was about to happen.

Anyway. It was Sunday and since we had started early in the morning, it was early afternoon when I was finished with work. I texted my fiance to just talk, but she was busy with some homework, so I texted my former FWB to see if she and her boyfriend wanted to hang out again, but he was busy with his own stuff so I said, NP, I’m going to go and work out, let me know if you two want to meet up later or something.

The first time I told my fiance I love you [MF]

This was in the early days of the pandemic, when my now-fiance and I were in the awkward FWB-becoming something more phase.

My boss was obviously in the process of getting as many people as possible to work from home. I was one of them. Which is fine, since it cuts down on an otherwise significant commute, but I find it hard to be productive for… various reasons.

Anyway, it was mid morning and I was dialed into yet another Zoom meeting. By this point I was sick enough of working from home that I barely bothered to change into jeans and such for work, in an attempt to “trick” myself into thinking that my bedroom/office is an actual work environment. Sarah was doing her own job from the alcove in the kitchen… she was pretty busy too.

I was maybe forty minutes into yet another meeting when I heard Sarah enter the bedroom. I figured she was going to the bathroom or something… I don’t really like being distracted from work, and to say that she’s distracting is an understatement, so I no more than gave her a smile and tapped my headset to show that I was busy.

Sarah is [M]y Tinderella [Part 4: Ra[f]elina]

So this just happened Monday night. I don’t really know how else to explain how it began, so here’s a link to the conversation between me and Sarah that kicked it all off.

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(By the way, ** to skip to sex.)

Yeah. So right after that happened, I called her to ask what exactly she meant by that. To put a long story short, she said that she’s never really been the jealous type. Plus, since we’re not exactly serious, it’s not a big deal. So of course I asked her if she had been with anyone else since we’d gotten together, and she said no. Then she asked the same of me, and I said no too, which is the truth.

There was kind of an awkward pause after that. Then Sarah said that the reason she broke up with her ex in the first place was because he cheated on her. But if he had wanted to open things up a little bit, he should have just asked her and she’d have been fine with it. But since he cheated, he broke her trust and so there was no point in staying together.

Sarah is [M]y Tinderella [Part 3] [MF]

Gentlemen, and ladies/catfish, sorry for not posting in ages. Life and Sarah have kept me busy recently.

That’s a good way of summarizing the past few months… busy. I’ve had to go out of town for work more than once which sounds cool, but honestly, I’m not a fan of it. It interrupts my schedule of working out and eating right and since I can be pretty introverted, I find myself flicking through the channels alone on weeknights. And by the time I can get home, I have to use the weekends to prepare for the week. It can get grueling and a little lonely.

What’s worse is that one night a week is pretty much all I can spend with Sarah. I took off another Thursday from work which, believe me, we made the most of, but I’m going to stay away from that in the future. Too many of my coworkers are asking nosy questions about if I’m seeing anyone, why I seem to walk with a spring in my step on Thursday morning, et cetera, and I’m not willing to explain the situation with Sarah. Maybe that makes me shallow? Or maybe I’ve internalized a fair bit of slut-shaming? I don’t know.

Sarah is My Tinderalla [MF] [Part 2]

Hey guys, I kind of forgot about Reddit and how I had posted about Sarah, until I got a clever PM asking me if I had died of an STD or was an expectant father. The answer is no to both, Sarah is clean and we took the appropriate precautions. And yes, I have been seeing here pretty much every Wednesday night for the past few weeks and yes, there are quite a few more videos of our encounters ;) Sarah hasn’t changed her mind about releasing them, but I’ll keep trying when I can.

Anyway, we’ve been texting back and forth semi-regularly since our first night. Not just about sex mind you, but movies and stuff, memes, stupid things like that. I actually did go out on a date with a girl more my age a few weeks ago, which I mentioned to Sarah in passing, but she was cool with it and only asked me how it went afterwards, which wasn’t very well. So I think we can safely say we’re in FWB territory now. Which I’ve never done before, and I’m still kind of getting used to it, but to be honest, I’m very happy with the way things are.

Sarah is [M]y Tinderella

>be me in Florida

>5’11”, 170, lean and pretty solid, dark brown skin with black hair, 20s

>loving the sun, the beaches, swimming and surfing

>but there are no girls except for during spring break

>finally download Tinder

>gonna post normally because it’s easier and I’m not actually from 4chan

At first, I kept my age range to between 18 and 25. In a week I’d swiped left or right on every single girl in my area, and sure, I’d gotten a few coffee dates and one girl who I took out to dinner, but nothing lasting, and nothing short term in the way I was hoping for. So I bumped up my max age to 32, went to sleep, and woke up the next morning to Sarah.

Sarah’s a lot shorter than me, with pale smooth skin, blond hair and really big tits, that much was clear in her first picture. The next one showed her standing by a pool in a one piece that showed off her hips and suggested an ass that was at least as impressive. She had a little bit of a tummy, nothing offputting. If anything, I found it kind of sexy. So I swiped right–and boom, a match.