I [M] celebrated by fucking ‘that’ girl [F].

Writing about a night I remember after a few whiskeys. Names have been changed, and tits might be smaller than I remember. But she was one of the best fucks I’d ever had.

I’ve known her for a long time. Not well but we had the same circle of friends. I’ve known for a while that she’s had a string of ‘relationships’ that were open/poly/swingers. I’ve always wanted to get her to myself.. a drink or two and she gets this fucking smile that says she’s looking for some trouble. From my less close acquaintances they say she she goes stupid with the dick in her, gets cum drunk and wild.

Tonight was finally my night. We were celebrating my masters degree and she was there. We shared some shots and smoked some cigarettes, something I rarely do. Smoking outside with she needed me to keep her warm… Holding her close it was hard for her to ignore my cock pressing into her back. Next thing I know I’m walking her to my place.

My First Posted Fantasy (M for F)

I’d been thinking of someone for a while, we’ll call her Doris for this story. This is the fantasy I came up with tonight. Everything is from my perspective, would love to get a reply from a woman that can tell the other half of the story. Here it is:

Doris was standing in front of me.. it was finally happening. I look her up and down. She is short, no more than 5’6, but wearing tall heels. Her blonde hair is laying gently on her shoulders. Her tight body is showing through her dress, her tits are small but they are as perky as they have ever been. I can see her nipples pushing against the fabric. Her hazel eyes widening slightly and her perky mouth, usually in a smirk, is slightly open.