Author: Flsh1289

This is a true story about the time I waited for what seemed to be an eternity before finally fucking a milf. This happened about 6 years ago (names have been changed for privacy reasons).

I remember it like it was yesterday, the air was crisp, the leaves were falling, and the shots were flowing as me, my friend Braden, and my friend Mitch were celebrating the end of a hard work week.

Every Friday we would meet at a pub in the city I lived and pre-game before heading next door to the local Nightclub. The women you’d meet there were young, mostly 18 – 22, with the occasional older women inside. I’m not going to lie, some of the girls there were pretty greasy, so you really had to work hard if you found one who was cute and not trashy.

After about 2 hours and 5 more drinks I had finally had enough and was ready to pack things up. Things just weren’t going well tonight and thought I’d cut my losses and take off. As with most people, a night of drinking and dancing can make you incredibly hungry. Normally there was a hot dog guy outside the club we were at but tonight he was located down the street at a different bar/pub. Braden and Mitch weren’t up for walking 2 blocks so I proceeded solo in hopes of finishing the night off with a dirty dog. Read more »

Backstory: I met this girl on the POF app. After a few days of chat, banter, and slow but sexual escalation in our conversation I arranged an afternoon meetup.

I don’t often get nervous before dates, but that’s because first dates are usually that – first dates in somewhere public like a bar or restaurant. I wasn’t sure what to expect this time as it was my first ever afternoon hangout. Normally when a girl invites you over for sex it’s late in the evening. But afternoons, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen.

Her name was Chelsea, and judging from her pictures she looked to be in decent shape and seemed a little more edgy (slightly darker complexion, multiple tattoos on her body, died red hair – think of the girl who bartends at your local bar, only in this case she actually was the bartender).

She agreed to host on the condition that I make a special dessert for her (I’m pretty good at making a custom ice cream dish). I agreed, but told her that if I was coming over she had to wear a dress. I arrived at her building and texted her I was there. She came down the stairs in a cute blue sundress, very much matching her pictures but much more busty than I expected. Read more »