Author: DanielDemorrow

[MF] Fucking for €4,50 at the Swimming Pool

I’ve been swimming in our town’s swimming pool for about a year now and once every few weeks I’d see this girl. I don’t know her name, she doesn’t know mine, but every time I’d see her, I tried mustering my courage and say something to her. I never could. This little piece here is when we finally spoke – and a few things more. Enjoy.

It was a Thursday night. The village was busy in some sort of festivity and the front desk to the swimming pool was, apart from an old man who manned that desk, deserted. The girl I told you about arrived on bike a moment before I did, nodded with a smile, and walked in. She was wearing tight jeans and a loose top. Her hair in a tail, one slender arm curled around her bag. She was fit and a head smaller then I was. Brown hair, round breasts poking out of her chest, and her ass pushed back as she walked and made it wiggle as she did. I smiled back and followed her in. Read more »

[MF] Office Escapade: Drinking and Fucking with a Co-worker

I’d been working on the 11th floor of that big grey tower for almost three years now. And it was only until a few months ago, when a lady with a short skirt, brown/golden hair to her shoulders, and a shy face came walking in through the elevator doors, that work became finally exciting. ‘My name’s Lilly,’ she said with her arm stretched out to me. ‘

Do you know where I can find…’ she looked at a piece of paper in her hand. ‘… Mr. Jones? I’m coming for the job.’ And smiled. I shook her hand, pointed her to his office, and watched her go. Her legs bare, perfect, and probably tasted the sun in some exotic country a week ago. Her black skirt dancing along as her ass wiggled from side to side. You could see the meekness. Her head turning frantically from isle to isle, scanning office to office. Her hair flailed a last time as she knocked on Mr. Jones’ door, looked at me with an unsure smile, and got in. I looked at myself, shirt unironed and tie violating all office dress-codes. I could do better for her. Have to do better. And so I did. Read more »

Fucking in a Dark Shower [MF]

This was the thing; I didn’t even want to have an adventure on the day I did. I was tired, alright. Tired and completely done with the day. It’s funny, though, how thin your perspective on sleep becomes after a perfect pair of legs walks by. Her name was Emily, and I’ll tell you guys all about her.

I had to be in the city the next day for my study (I was 23 at the time) and because I didn’t have an apartment yet, I had to sleep at a friend’s. Thom was a casual guy, seemed always relaxed, never minded me sleeping on his floor, and was always around people. This particular night, he was out, but he told me to make myself at home. I knew where everything was.

I got in at ten in the evening. At 22:14 I was sitting in the common kitchen, reading a book – I believe it was Alice in wonderland – and drinking a cup of tea. It was quiet in the kitchen and I was grateful for that. The day had been long and I needed this easy conclusion. Or so I thought. Read more »

[MF] In the Shadows of the Bonfire.

I was around the age of twenty- one. I had been working at a bar for three months at the time I got the invitation for the party. There was to be a barbeque and – for the ones that so desired – a camping place to stay the night at. Tents to sleep in and wood for the bonfire were taken care of, they said, but I, frankly, didn’t care. I was going, no matter what. I couldn’t miss this opportunity to get to know the whole family of the bar. I knew who would be coming to the get-together. A lot of friends of the company, colleagues, friends, and… Lisa. Lisa above all. I knew she would be coming. I heard her talking to some of her friends a few days earlier.

I was disappointed the first few hours of the party. She wasn’t there. But, at some point, when we were sitting around the fire with the remaining bunch, I saw her. We were talking about some political French guy who was acting out on the government when she entered the circle.

‘Hi, guys. Sorry I’m so late.’ Read more »

Fucking a New Roommate [MF]

I went to a party the other night. Steve, one of my best mates, asked me out of the blue if I was in need for a drink, I responded with an irrefutable ‘always’, and we were on the road only a couple hours later. I didn’t know that I was about to meet Gina that very same evening.

To be honest, I didn’t remember her name after we shook hands and made our formal dance of greetings, how could I? The party was crowded when we arrived and people seemed drunk enough to make the blending in not too uncomfortable. That was perfect. I headed straight to the drinks in order to get groovy, as Steve used to call it, and get the party started. The girl that was standing next to me at the bar ordered six beers.

‘Thirsty?’ I asked.

She giggled and smiled a freckled smile – one of the cutest I have ever seen in all of my days living on our green mother earth – and I melted instantly. She gave me a hand and the expression that she wanted me to hold it in mine. Read more »

How I Fucked my Neighbor at the Pool [M26/F38]

So guys, something happened to me the other day and I had the feeling that you might want to know. It’s about me and my friendly neighbor, Shelly, who I had always found the kindest woman growing up as a child. Saying she blew me away when she caught me by surprise a few days back would be an understatement, but more about that later. Enjoy!

My parents and Shelly – who was around her twenties when I was still living with my mom and dad – always had a great relation. Whenever I was not in my room or out with friends, I would be at Shelly’s. Drinking tea or whatever she was up to that day. So when she contacted me a few weeks back and asked me if I could watch her dog and water her plants while she was away on holiday, I didn’t need any time to think it over; “Off course, Shell. No problem.”

She told me on the phone she would be back on Thursday and that we would catch up when she got back from Italy. Sounded like a great plan. In anticipation I counted the days till Thursday. God, I was excited. I hadn’t seen her in ages. It was a quiet week in that house with only the sounds of a sleeping dog and a ticking clock hanging as my companions. Read more »