Author: dcwordlover

A few years ago, I (41 m) was on a work trip to Lafayette, but had some time so flew into New Orleans and rented a car. Opened Tinder as soon as the plane landed. Swiped. Had some beignets. Swiped. Did the tourist things. Swiped. Then rolled out..

When I got to my hotel I had a message from Rachel. 27. 5’1”. Maybe 120 lbs. Firm b-cups. Whip smart and southern, with fast, flirty, texting fingers.

We made plans to meet for a drink on my way back through NO. But as our texting got more and more explicit we ditched that plan. She left her door unlocked. I parked in front of her house and dashed inside, hard.

She was wearing a sundress with nothing underneath. I picked her up and carried her to her kitchen table, kissing her neck, chin, chest..

Sweet. Simple. Sublime. I missed my flight and flew back the next day..

She caught my eye one afternoon as I was swiping. Her smile, brown shoulder-length hair. Assertiveness. Nice tits. So a few hours later when I got a notification that I had a match I felt my cock twitch when I saw it was her.

We chatted for a bit, easily. Turns out she’s in town for work (oh DC, land of business trips and slutty interns!) and staying in a hotel just over the river in Crystal City. We made tentative plans for a few days out, but our messages quickly intensified and before I knew it, it was 11 pm and I was putting on my pants and jumping in my car, with the full intention of having them off again soon!

She didn’t want her co-workers, still hanging at the bar, to see me. So she left a key at the front desk and I picked it up without any trouble. A quick elevator ride up and I knocked on her door. She was prettier than her pictures. A soft white cashmere sweater, jeans, socks. Casual. Elegant. Infinitely sexy. Read more »

Swiping right as I walked from the metro to my desk, idly, smiling. Horny.

Got my coffee, checked email, heard a buzz and checked – a match! Cute, dark hair. Glasses. Looks smart and oh so sexy on a couch with her cat. (She’s subtle, eh?).

We chat. She says my profile made her laugh (it’s pretty direct, and slutty). We switch to text. She’s in town for work, staying in a conference hotel and has until noon before her meetings.

Hotel is two metro stops away. She buys condoms and texts me a picture. I send an email and jump on a train. She sends me her room number.

The elevator is full of conference folks with badges. Some hot. Some bored. I wonder if they know what I’m about to do…

I knock on the door and she’s wearing a skirt. We kiss and she falls to her knees. Long dark hair. Firm tits. Amazing mouth.

We fit together perfectly. Kissing. Moving. A fresh hotel bed. I took her from behind. Then missionary. Pausing to kiss and touch in between. Then rolled on my back and she climbed on top and rode me until we both finished.. Read more »

Following up on my earlier [post](https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/dp71yc/40m_about_to_fuck_a_40_f_tinder_slut_whos_going/) – I was swiping at work last week. Mid-morning. Feeling frisky and not terribly busy when I matched with Hannah. Her profile photo showed her in a bathing suit on a beach in Southern Europe. She had dark hair (my favorite!), a small but firm chest, and a gorgeous round ass. Ever the optimist, I swiped right.

10 minutes later I got a notification that we’d matched. My profile is pretty direct and within 5 minutes of chatting she said she was a slut too and we started making plans. She was staying with her sister and watching her sister’s kids until the babysitter showed up. They had a basement apartment that was usually rented for AirBnb, but was empty. And best of all, it was 10-minute walk from office. She gave me the all-clear, I sent an email and closed my office door and was on my way.

The basement door was unlocked. She was on the bed, in jeans and a t-shirt. Hair curlier than her profile photo but dark and sexy. She stood up and we kissed. Firmly. I turned her and pressed her against the front door. Kissing hard. Hands sliding down her hips, under her ass, up to her chest. I unbuttoned her shirt slowly, kissing her chest. Her neck. Ears. Her hands were in my hair, moaning. Read more »

Last week was the third week of furlough, and DC is full of frisky government-types, looking for release. So, of course, I fired up Tinder. I matched with Laura on Monday. She had curly blonde hair, perky medium-sized tits and just the right amount of curve.. I was sold.

We met for drinks mid-day at a nearly empty bar. Drank and ate a pizza and laughed for an hour until we were making out on the barstools and the bartender rolled his eyes. We paid and were at mine in minutes. She was smart and funny. Well-travelled and well-read and kissed so powerfully.

I made her a drink and we settled in on the couch, but quickly talking turned to touching and touching turned to kissing and her pants were on the floor. I took off my shirt as I kissed up her thighs, teasing. Dancing. She was soaked, delicious, and I dove in. Soon my pants were on the floor and her legs over my shoulders.. I fucked her hard, pushed her shirt up and felt her tits. Hand on her throat and she moaned, so I pushed harder, slightly. She came first and I followed, slowing drifting back to earth… Read more »

“I can’t deep throat you in that position,” she cried out. Me straddling her, her on her back, tits firm in the moonlight on the hotel bed.

I paused.

“I said -” she repeated “I can’t fucking deep throat you like this. Get on your back. Now!”

I rolled over and she got on her knees. Long blonde hair flowing over her shoulders. Her back. And she began to suck.

An hour earlier we’d met for the first time at the Biltmore bar at her suggestion. At 11:30p. I was traveling for work and staying nearby. She’d responded to my /r/dirtyr4r post and within a few kik messages it was on. We downed our beers. She showed me the historic photos in the hallway. I leaned in close. Rubbing. Touching. Flirting. We found a hidden lobby and sank into a decadent leather couch. Kissing. My hand up her shirt. Nipples hard.

We looked at each other and nodded. My hotel was a 10 minute walk away. As soon as the elevator doors closed I pushed her against the wall. Hand on her ass. I’m 5’9″. Fit. Short hair. 39. She was 30. Blonde. Just the right amount of curve. Large, firm tits. And a healthy, sexy, ass. Infinitely fuckable. Read more »

It was my first (and so far, only!) successful hook-up from Reddit. I posted on /r/dirtyr4r something about looking for someone smart and slightly slutty.

She replied and we instantly connected. She was a librarian (of sorts) specializing in a field related to mine… and our offices were only a mile apart.

We met at lunch at Union Station, anonymous amongst the crowds. She told me she was married and I told her I didn’t care. We were soon touching. Flirting. Walking around. The tension building. On impulse she pulled me into H&M, grabbed a sweater off the rack and pushed our way back to the fitting room..

Her tits were incredible. Milky-white skin. Large. Firm. We kissed. Touched. She was wet, but we couldn’t go much further.. such sweet torture!

We finally pulled ourselves apart and went back to our offices… and made a plan.

We met right after work at a bar on H Street at the early end of happy hour. Barely 5p. We quickly threw our drinks back and made our way to the alley. Kissing. Pressed against the wall. She went down on me, unbuckling my pants, my cock in her mouth. Her wavy red hair in my hands. I was aching. Read more »