First Date [MF]

She was an OKCupid date, about 21, petite with an innocent-naive vibe. Slender and pretty. I was 23 at the time and unsure what of what I wanted.

We met at a cocktail bar and were flirting from the start, holding hands within the first 20 minutes. She’d grabbed my hand after a few obvious brushes of her hand with mine. So undercutting the doughy-eyed girl look was a drive to get laid, or touched, or something.

I could’ve been projecting, but she also rested her other hand on my thigh, so signs were pretty obvious. I enjoyed the fact that she was confident without the experience. And I was confident she had little experience from the way she said “I’m sorry, I don’t have much experience on dates, is this too forward?” It wasn’t.

We made out there in the bar like barbarians. I got lipstick smudged on my face and we left, some in-the-right dickheads cheering as we left.

Fucked by a Big Busty Woman on our Second Date [MF] [Femdom] [NC]

The gnocchi was almost ready and so was I. A check in the mirror (no unsightly splatters or marks) and a smell check of the ‘pits (faint vanilla just detectable through the mushrooms and pesto wafting from the kitchen) and I opened the door.

Amy stood tall, a voluptuous brunette wearing a revealing red dress and a knowing smile. I gestured her in and told her to make herself at home. This was my second time seeing her, and her first seeing my apartment. She walked straight to the living room, saw the wine bottle and glasses and poured herself one.

‘Rude.’ I said with a smile.

‘Mixed signals eh? Going for a repeat of last time?’

‘I er… don’t know what you’re talking about.’ After an evening the previous week of light flirting and hand touching, I had failed to go in for the kiss. She was a bit put out and had straight up told me to kiss her as we were hugging goodbye. Provided I was comfortable with that. Which I was, of course. Some innuendo-laced texts later and I suggested another date, either the cinema or dinner at mine, and she chose the obvious option.