Author: DallasWunderland

[MF] Sex on the streets of New Orleans

We started flirting online, even though she lived half-way across the country. Meeting up became inevitable, so we chose a neutral site. If there was no chemistry, at least we could enjoy the food and atmosphere of New Orleans.

It turned out that chemistry wasn’t a problem.

“You’re not to talk for the next five minute.”

Her big blue eyes widened.

“I can do that,” she said.

“I don’t believe you.”

She was nervous. And that was causing her to prattle on. I found it endearing. But she needed to be tested. I needed to see if she would comply. Or if it was all just a fantasy.

“Five minutes,” I repeated. “Not a sound.”

“We’re just going to stand here for five minutes?”

She glanced around. We were standing near the Mississippi in New Orleans. The sun was down. We were within site of Jackson Square, but away from the crowds.

“Starting now,” I said.

I took her hand in mine and we walked closer to the water. We stood at an overlook point. She stepped up and gripped the rail. She was wearing a lacy white dress with short sleeves and an asymetrical skirt. I stood behind her and leaned in so she could feel me weight. Read more »

[MF] I met a college girl online. She was looking for love. Or maybe just a passionate fuck. I decided to find out.

I knew I had to fuck Ivy. It seemed insane to drive several states just to get laid. Ivy obviously wanted it to lead to more, but I couldn’t see myself in a long-distance relationship. But I needed to find out if she lived up to my fantasies in person.

Ivy kept mentioning a weekend when she would have the house to herself. She didn’t want to come to me. The romantic in her wanted me to come to sweep her off her feet.

I wasn’t thinking about romance. And that made me conflicted. I didn’t want to take advantage of her feelings. But I was dying to fuck her.

I took a Friday off from work and drove eight hours. The entire time I questioned what I was doing. It felt ridiculous. I had no desire to get involved with someone so far away. And I could have found meaningless sex closer to home.

But I couldn’t turn around. We were long past the point where she’d be hurt if we never met. Read more »

[MF] Her ex-husband never wanted to fuck her. I made it clear I didn’t feel the same way…

April’s marriage was a complete failure. She had married young because that’s what girls did in west Texas. Carl was a few years older and well-respected in their community and church. He was industrious and devout. Her parents liked him. He was never a romantic, but he’d treated her with respect when they were dating. That ended not long after the wedding.

She told me everything sitting on the sofa in my living room. We’d been dating for just over a month. At her request, we were taking things slowly.

April had left her husband the day their daughter went away to college. They’d been married for nineteen loveless years. To Carl, she was someone to cook dinner and clean the house and raise his child. He didn’t confide in her. He didn’t compliment her or care about her feelings. He rarely even fucked her after the first few years.

“I never felt desired,” she told me. “He never made me feel sexy. His highest praise was saying I looked ‘nice’ if we dressed up for a wedding or the holiday party at work.” Read more »

[M]y co-worker and I didn’t exactly like each other. But she was hot. And there was something between us…

Deanna wasn’t a likable person. She wasn’t outgoing or friendly. When she spoke, it was almost always a complaint or catty remark. She was superficial and crass .

But she was also attractive. She wasn’t a model, but pretty enough to get by with a bad attitude.

Her face was heart-shaped. She had big brown eyes and flawless skin. Her auburn hair was thick and always styled to draw attention. She was short and fit with the type of curves that men notice. She wore a lot of tight sweaters and on casual Friday she’d stuff her big ass into skin-tight jeans.

I didn’t enjoy her company. The feeling was mutual, but we usually ended up at the same happy hours. Sometimes we’d get into arguments. But at work, we were usually cordial.

Personality aside, I was drawn to her like a magnet. I’d stare at her in meetings. I loved to watch her wiggle her ass when she walked down the hall.

I daydreamed about fucking her, just wondering what it would be like to stare into those big eyes. Her wild hair and wardrobe made me wonder if she was fiery in bed. Read more »

I [M]et a woman online and had a true [no strings attached] sexual relationship…

[long read]

I had never even seen a picture of Alex before I got on a plane to meet her. We had been emailing one another for months. We usually talked about sex, and the sex stories I posted online, and her own plans for publishing a book about her sex life. Every now and then the conversations would get flirty, but they never turned into anything promising.

Believe it or not, there was a time when just writing sexy stories online could lead to something more. This was in the early 2000s when lots of people were online but they were still skeptical about actually meeting someone. I was writing smut on a blogging site where you could occasionally make a genuine connection with other people who just enjoyed writing or were looking for attention.

I was 24 and single. I was finally starting to save up some money after paying off like last college debts. I was eager to travel, but my friends were all broke or in relationships. The idea of traveling by myself seemed sad and lonely. Alex lived in Phoenix and invited me to come visit. Read more »

[M][Hotwife][Long read] I met a hotwife on a dating app and it led to an ongoing affair

“The first time I cheated I was in my twenties,” Stela told me.

We were in a quiet cafe in the middle of the afternoon. It was the first time we’d met in person after connecting on a dating app.

“I hadn’t been married long and I wasn’t very experienced when I met my husband. I was a good Puerto Rican Catholic girl if you can believe it. Sex wasn’t a priority for him. Even as newlyweds, it was only a couple of times a week and always missionary. Sometimes oral, but not usually. I wanted things I read about in novels and magazines. I was still working back then and I had an affair with my boss and got caught.”

She was obviously nervous as she told me. She fidgeted with her glass of wine, but I was confident I could put her at ease. It was her first time meeting a stranger, but I had plenty of experience.

“What happened next?” I asked.

“We worked things out,” she said. “We had a family. He made a lot of money and moved to the rich part of town. I quit my job and became a stay-at-home mom. Things were good. At least until my youngest kid started school.” Read more »

I [M]et her in the airport. And then we fucked. Remembering a time when we could still travel for work.

I’m in a west coast city 1800 miles from home. I’m wearing a robbe and sitton on the couch of my hotel suite. There’s a naked woman napping in the bedroom. She’s completely worn out and freshly fucked.

When I’m traveling alone I hit on women in the airport. You can’t do that if you’re afraid of failure because it’s a low yield proposition. Maybe out of twenty times it actually goes somewhere. And even then is doesn’t often lead to sex.

But sometimes it does. Every now and then you find a fellow business travel looking to blow off steam. or someone on vacation and looking to cut loose. Or the rare unicorn who just likes a no-strings fuck.

There is no rhyme or reason to it. I’ve never determined a pattern. But there are still things I look for. Someone dressed to impress and traveling alone. Or someone who looks slightly overwhelmed.

This morning I first saw her in the precheck line. She’s about 5’2″. Mocha colored skin. Thirtyish. Hair cut very short. Wedge heels. And she was shoved into a cotton t-shirt dress that was not made to handle a woman of her proportions. It hugged the contours of her body. Her round ass. Her big tits. Read more »