Author: CallingLuna

I [F] fucked my Uber driver [M] on the back seat

[This story happened in 2016. I was 20 back then.]

My name is Luna, and I’m a responsible drunk. Firstly, because I never drink myself anywhere near black out. Secondly, because I don’t drink and drive. Today’s story starts right at the end of a night out clubbing with friends. I had followed my usual pattern: drink heavily at the start of the night until I am happily drunk then stop drinking altogether by the middle of the night, letting myself deescalate slowly back to a tipsy state by the night’s end.

I’m also a horny drunk. If any statistical mind is out there, I know correlation doesn’t mean causality, but I’ve been drunk and horny enough times to suspect that something connects the two in my brain.

To finish the preamble, I have to say I am a woman of many fantasies. I love finding them out and exploring them in the theater of the mind during my masturbation sessions. With that said, I also really push myself to fulfill (or often re-fulfill) my fantasies, or kinks, or ideas.

But enough of that, let’s get into the story itself.

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My [F] Tinder date with a neighbor [M]

[This story happened early in 2019. I was 23 back then.]

“Can you not be home Friday night? Dinner included?” this wasn’t an uncommon request among me and Maria, my best-friend, who I’ve lived with ever since we enrolled in college, in late 2013. The meaning was always obvious, yet the one on the receiving end always feigned ignorance.

Maria rolled her eyes, but couldn’t contain a smile “What for, Luna?”

“You know, the usual” I shrugged, hoping my dismissiveness would repel her scrutiny. She sounded like my mom when she used my name like that.

“The usual?”

“Come on, Maria!” it was my turn to roll my eyes, even if amused by the usual game. Yeah, I didn’t take long to give up this time “I’m gonna get laid…” I could read the accusations of impurity in the smirk she gave me “…possibly.”

“Who?”

That was when I sealed up, bringing my best poker face. “I can’t tell you yet, don’t want to jinx it. I’ll let you know after the fact. If it works out” I knew this would only pique her curiosity, but she conceded. Read more »

Tinder Stories with the Neighbor [FM]

[This story happened early in 2019. I was 23 back then.]

“Can you not be home Friday night? Dinner included?” this wasn’t an uncommon request among me and Maria, my best-friend, who I’ve lived with ever since we enrolled in college, in late 2013. The meaning was always obvious, yet the one on the receiving end always feigned ignorance.

Maria rolled her eyes, but couldn’t contain a smile “What for, Luna?”

“You know, the usual” I shrugged, hoping my dismissiveness would repel her scrutiny. She sounded like my mom when she used my name like that.

“The usual?”

“Come on, Maria!” it was my turn to roll my eyes, even if amused by the usual game. Yeah, I didn’t take long to give up this time “I’m gonna get laid…” I could read the accusations of impurity in the smirk she gave me “…possibly.”

“Who?”

That was when I sealed up, bringing my best poker face. “I can’t tell you yet, don’t want to jinx it. I’ll let you know after the fact. If it works out” I knew this would only pique her curiosity, but she conceded. Read more »