Author: Chaotic-Agent

[MF] After the Opera, an Orchestra of Orgasms

Honey, my girlfriend at the time, surprised me with tickets to this special showing of a movie where the soundtrack was played by the local orchestra.

This opera hall was about five times bigger than any movie theater. Honey was wearing this silk tank top and these tight pants, that hugged her perky ass just right. Her makeup was on point as usual: smokey eye shadow, elegant lipstick. Even in her heels, I towered over her by nearly a head. While I never asked, I was almost certain I had at least 100 pounds on her, if not more.

The plan was to watch the movie then spend the night at the house she was house-sitting for. Now, if you ever get the chance to see a movie with a live orchestra, I highly encourage you to go. There was an intermission included to stretch your legs and grab an alcoholic drink.

We both get a cocktail for the second half of the movie. Our hands have been on each other’s thigh the entire time. Honey was never one to be crude in public: she would just have this little smirk on her face knowing what would happen later that night. Read more »

[MF] Fulfilling the Barista’s Office Fantasy

Hello all, I’m back with another story about my former girlfriend, Honey.

At the time, while she was a barista and interning with some design firms, I was working for a firm that was on the top floors of a skyscraper office building in the downtown of my city.

While I was usually crammed into a conference room with a dozen of my fellow co-workers, managers and partners usually had a private office they could hotel into. These offices had floor to ceiling windows…both to the outside and inside.

In Pre-COVID times, my floor was usually filled with people. None of these private offices would be open, and if they were, you’d chewed out from the executive assistants to the partners if you tried to use them (of course, all that petty loyalty would be for naught, as the firm would fire all executive assistants a year later.)

But…around 4th of July and Christmas, the entire floor would practically be empty.

Honey had told me she was turned on reading the Monica Lewinsky transcripts, and wanted to do something taboo. Like giving me a blowjob under my desk, and if I could be on a call during that, it would be perfect for her. Read more »

[MF] I never even saw her face.

I was not what you call good with the ladies. My first girlfriend was my second sexual partner, and I was her first. She was a starfish in bed. When that relationship finally ended, I had a pretty awful image of my own sexual abilities. I was constantly going limp with her to the point I thought something was terribly wrong with me.

Anyways, we break up when I move to grad school. I was on Tinder but between career hunting and class, I never had much time for it.

Around Christmas, I head home for the break, and get matched with Laura. Only two pictures, both of her posing with her ass in a short skirt, and thigh high red leather boots. No face picture. We chat, exchange numbers, and are having phone sex within 20 minutes.

So, she tells me she wants to have me that night.

I only know her first name, haven’t seen her face. But her body is built like a porn star. Huge ass, huge bolt-on tits. Wears nothing but lingerie. She later told me she ran a sex shop. Long curly brown hair. Read more »

[MM] [Group] Catching up on my debauchery in grad school.

Back when I was 24 or 25, I was in a new city in Texas at a large university in a high pressure, short program. It was a meat grinder in the business school. Get in, get recruited, and get out. I moved there single, and knew I was most likely not going to stay in the city after I graduated.

I wasn’t interested in drinking at bars and getting struck out week after week. I didn’t have much experience, didn’t want to date. I just wanted something other than my hand for release.

This was in the day when craigslist still had personal ads. And one was always catching my eye. A gloryhole with a cardboard booth, right in the door. Every once in a while, the ad would mention two hungry mouths ready to service cocks. In a rare, blue moon event, there would be three.

Two mouths, three mouths. More than I had ever had. I kept thinking about it. Watching gloryhole porn. I’m straight but…a mouth is a mouth right?

So, I messaged one day. A Friday night. I lived where all the students, frats, and sororities lived in old and new buildings, all cheaply built and expensive to rent. Read more »

[MF] Breeding the Bound Bratty Barista

A few years ago, I was in a transitional period in my life.

A death in the family early in the year led to breaking up with my long-term girlfriend led to me fucking one of the most nymphomaniac women I knew. But that’s not this story.

A few months later, a new barista started working at my local coffee shop. I had been a regular for years now, there early on the weekend mornings studying for my professional certifications. I was friendly with the staff, they liked me because I wasn’t creepy and I could occasionally divert the creeps by chatting with the staff. I’d get the occasional free cup of coffee for being a regular too.

Honey’s cute, and what you’d call “smol” with a personality that screamed “I’m a good girl. ;)” Right-sized breasts and ass for her petite, athletic frame. 5 foot 1 or 2, and maybe 100 lbs. Olive skin, and black hair. She wore it in this asymmetric bob that was longer near her face that would make this triangular shape that would make me crazy. When she rode me, I could almost touch my fingertips together when I held on to her waist. I was about 250 lbs and 6 ft then. Lots of weightlifting. A bit musclebound without being completely shredded. Read more »