Got [F]ucked senseless by tinder date [M26]

There’s a line for you to skip straight to the action. And once again, sorry for any mistakes! My English is good but not perfect.

Several traveling publications named my city as one of the best destinations for the year, so this hot, sticky spring has been raining with tourists looking to have fun, great food, fuck someone who sorta speaks english and leave –my kind of fun.

Two Sundays ago I was hornier than usual. I found myself changing my tinder settings for the first time in a long while. I love fucking women, but when I’m looking to be fucked real hard I know that I need a dude. I started swiping through profiles for a long time until finally James caught my eye, a cute California goofball jock with great hair, blue eyes and a nice smile. Most of his photos were pretty typical, but the last one was of him disguised as Solid Snake and holy fuck did that got me going. I swiped right and a few minutes later we matched. We got along immediately, something pretty strange cuz I’m really the type to abandon conversations. James was a total package: funny, kind and hot. Since we were having fun talking, we exchanged numbers and almost immediately made plans to meet the night of his arrival and go out to a weird bar, a week from we matched.

The time I [F] had a hot bi threesome [MFM] + pics of me

Hello, everyone. Long time reader, first time poster. After a long time, I finally decided to tell the hottest story I’ve got. And I do have a few of them. But first a few things tho: I’m obviously going to change the dialogue a bit to make it more readable. Also, english is not my native language, so forgive if it reads sorta basic, I’m really trying my best. My english is good, but I don’t usually write my own stuff, much less this long, in english.

This happened five years ago when I was 19 and my parents bought me a trip to go study for my TOEFL exam and improve my english at an international english school on a little town 20 min. away from Manhattan. It was an expensive trip, and the only reason they payed was because my teen years were dark after a sexual assault and subsequent abortion, I had a meltdown at some point and depression became status quo. When I finally finished high school (or preparatory, as we call it here) they felt like I earned it, so there I went, three months living on campus at this lovely town.