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A cross country contest by text

“I’m bored” she texted him. She worked overnights sitting at a huge front desk of a small office building that was quiet as a library most nights, On a busy night, she would only encounter a half dozen people coming and going odd hours. She looked at the time on her phone. 1:13 AM Eastern.

“Sorry to hear that” he replied, “but I have to call it a night.” It was 10:13 PM Pacific, he was relaxed from bourbon, and ready for bed. Work came early. But she was his weakness, she haunted his thoughts.

“Oh, please…” she typed.

“OK let’s play a quick game. If I win you send me a picture, right there at your work station.”

She felt a nervous quiver. “What if you lose?”

“I won’t he said confidently. Here are the rules, I have 5 minutes to make you soaking wet, and 10 minutes to make you cum. You can’t hold back. You don’t need to do anything but be in the moment and relax.”

She giggled and texted “Deal. If I win, you owe me a wish. I’m starting the clock.” Read more »

[MF]

My female friend, Maria, is always complaining that her husband ignores her and won’t spend any quality time with her. I don’t understand it because in addition to being a firecracker she is hot as hell. She is petite, with an amazing ass and large breasts that seem to defy gravity. She has dark black hair and a naturally tanned complexion. We had known each other from college days and kept in contact sporadically over the years after.

One day, she texted me out of the blue, again complaining about her husband was sitting on the couch and wouldn’t join her at a day at the mall. Having nothing better to do on a warm sunny day, I picked her up and drove her to our local mall. She was wearing a tight white t-shirt, short shorts and some cute flip flops. She looked 10 years younger than her 30 years.

“Thanks for picking me up,” she said, kissing me on the cheek. “Oooh stubbly, someone forgot to shave.”

She threw her feet up on my dash, and I couldn’t help but look at her tanned, well muscled legs. I was in quite the drought, my girlfriend having left me six months earlier, and my thoughts went into the gutter. Read more »

It’s only coffee

She walked in, glanced around the room, found me and made her way to the café table at the back of the busy coffee shop. I always sat with my back against the wall.

“I wondered if you even would show,” I said. I got up and hugged her. Her heart was beating hard, I could feel it in the short embrace.

“Why not, it’s only coffee,” she said quietly.

“It’s a big deal to jump out of your comfort zone.” She looked around the room and briefly made eye contact with those big brown eyes. We ordered coffee, her, a latte, me, an Americano.

She cupped her tiny hands around the cup, and folded her knees to her chest. She wore a long, flowing black skirt and a purple sweater that was tight across her breasts. Only the ankles showed, soft white skin.

“This is amazingly awkward,” she said. We had never met but had shared some intimate texts which became intimate pictures some time ago.

“Nah, it’s nice. You are more stunning in person.” I said.

[MF] [exhibitionism] Music Lovers

As a rule, I hate going to general admission concerts, there’s nothing worse than getting sandwiched between some drunk who is screaming the lyrics to your favorite song and someone checking their Instagram every 5 minutes. So I had nothing but low expectations when I went to see my favorite band play when they came into town. My friends flaked so I was flying solo. I got there early and staked out some space close to the stage, sitting through a mediocre at best opening act. I was nice and toasty from some bourbon by the time the headliner came on. The lights dropped and right as the first song started, an attractive female squeezed through the crowd behind me.

I could see her in my periphery, shorter than me by half a foot. She was trying to get a better sight line by squeezing to my left then my right. I caught a glimpse of a head of her dark hair and soulful brown eyes. She was dressed in a loose black sweater and a short black skirt.

I turned her and said, “Slide on in front of me, otherwise all you are going to see is my back.” Read more »

[MF] The cheap boss put us in one hotel room.

In most situations, finding out your cheap boss had booked only one hotel room for the sales convention for you and your female coworker would be wildly inappropriate and met with a quick phone call to HR, but after a long flight to the middle of nowhere Arizona, Sadie just looked at me and shrugged her shoulders. We had worked together for about five years, her a good ten years younger than me, and I never thought of her as more than a nerdy little sister.

“I’m OK with it, if you are OK with it.” I said.

She nodded wearily. We had already spent the bulk of the day in travel, and now would be expected to schmooze customers at a dinner presentation. When I opened the door to our room, I cursed. It was a mini-suite with only a King bed and a couch. It was also sweltering inside the room, almost as hot as the Arizona summer outside.

“This is ridiculous,” I said.

“Don’t worry about it David, just get that AC cranked. We got that mixer in about 30. I’ll get dressed first.” Read more »

[MF] [exhibitionist] The wife hits her sexual peak in wine country

I’m sitting here early on a Sunday morning writing this because earlier this morning at 4 AM my wife, T, rolled over in bed kissing me passionately. While grabbing my rapidly stiffening cock, she whispered in my ear, “Please make me come.” This was the fourth time today we made love! Sounds preposterous, but it’s true. While my wife and I have always had a good love life, and she has always been a hot little exhibitionist, my drive has exceeded hers. We would make love several times a week, but she would only want to have an orgasm about once a week. Then in the last few months, she has hit what has to be her forties sexual peak. Let me tell you the story of how this all started. Read more »