Author: dublindamsel

Fucked a stranger at a wedding [MF]

I was in the south of England last weekend for a wedding. The couple getting married have parents who are too wealthy, so the reception and meal took place in a huge hotel with a gargantuan estate. The grounds must have been about 50 acres, with a small hedge maze and a long reflecting pool with a fountain and a sculpture garden with realistic replicas of classic greek masterpieces. In short – pretty fucking fancy.

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I’d been asked to go by one of the guys I am currently seeing, who was a university friend with the groom. When I heard there would be a free drinks bar, I was happy to sign up. The guy I’m seeing wore a dull black suit. I went through my closet and in the end selected a dark green velvet effect number I have, with slits that run high along my legs and a decolletage that can be a little scandalous if I bend forward too far. I have very large breasts, and I know the precise angle at which they will begin to spill from the dress and show a hint of my little nipples.

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My morning routine [MF]

My morning routine begins with watching the man in the flat across from mine masturbate. I look down from my window into his living room and he enters, usually in a band t-shirt and black boxers, chestnut hair mussed and tangled from sleep, one elegant hand stroking over his jawline. He sits at a desk and flips open his laptop.

During the pandemic he repainted, the walls turning from a deep burnished orange to pale white, like a reverse of the transition to autumn. He took down the curtains to paint, and I suppose the old colour simply doesn’t match the new. My apartment block is on a hill up from his, my flat a little elevated compared to his, and from my bedroom I can see him easily, though I suppose others can as well.

His chair is plain wood, without padding, and as he sits, he shifts his hips up to tug the boxers down. They pool around his feet and he kicks them into a corner. His hands dance rapidly over the keyboard and then he starts clicking away. I can see him in profile, and I always wonder at what he is looking. Read more »

Measuring up to an ex [MF]

I was lying in bed with my boyfriend of a few months when he asked the question every girl longs to hear: “Am I the biggest guy you’ve been with?”

I tried to deflect at first, “Yeah, you’re pretty tall.” He pushed though.

The sad truth is my boyfriend is crazy hot and really good in bed, but his penis is average at best. It’s a little under five inches long and decidedly thin. “You can tell me,” he said. “I don’t mind.”

“No,” I said. “I’ve been with bigger.”

“How big was your biggest?”

I told him, and he was quiet for a bit. “You make me come, so hard,” I told him. “It’s not a competition.” I kissed him hard, and rolled on top of him, licking his lips with my tongue and grinding hard into his crotch. His cock was hard as steel.

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One of my better birthdays [FFM]

This year I was away from home for my birthday, working in a town I’d not been in for a few years. My old friend Arianne still lived there, though, and a few messages on Facebook and we’d arranged to hang out that night, once my work was done.

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She opened the door in a black dress that was cut to show a lot of cleavage, but then Arianne had a lot of cleavage to show. Her breasts are large and soft, pale as milk under moonlight and lightly dusted with a few freckles. I had no time to appreciate that then though, because she pulled me into a hug, squishing her magnificent breasts against me. She let her arms rest on my shoulders but pulled away so she could look at my face. “Good to see you again!” she told me, her pale cheeks blushing with pleasure.

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Arianne has long black hair, tinted with blue on the fringe, that hangs to just under her shoulders. She’s short, but still taller than me, with a ripe body and a good, full ass. Her arms and legs aren’t as slender as mine, but they’re very shapely. She has dark green eyes, and a beautiful cupid’s bow mouth with lips as naturally red as raspberries. Read more »

A meeting with a work colleague gets a bit heated [MF]

A few years back, when I was 22, I’d become very close friends with a work colleague of mine. He was in his early thirties I later discovered, but he looked no more than mid twenties. He had chestnut brown hair that he kept to a medium length, cut well and parted to the left. He had a well formed face, with strong cheek bones below the most startlingly bright green eyes. His lips were just plump enough to look kissable without being fleshy. I’ll call him Erik, though that’s not quite his real name. He reads reddit, and this story would probably be recognisable by him anyway.

He’d broken up with a very long term girlfriend just before we met, which is I think why our friendship developed. I’ve always liked older men, and he was lonely. His girlfriend had taken most of his circle of friends. So we started hanging out, often at work. A good few times we were sitting in his office talking heatedly when his boss walked in, and there were occasional rumours that we were getting too close, even though neither of us worked under the other, if you’ll excuse the pun. Read more »