The bride’s hot sister made the wedding an even more exciting event! [FM]

Ravi and Amy, two close friends of mine and a couple, were finally getting married. They were very cute together and Ravi finally popped the question. She accepted, there was a little crying, families met, all that happened and finally, their wedding was planned.

An Indian wedding. What an event. The colours, the music, the culture, the cuisine, the annoying aunts asking about your love life, that one uncle trying to set you up with Godzilla, it’s all there. It’s also a good way for a bachelor to meet someone. Ravi and I were close friends and he wanted me present at every ceremony, which was an honour that I accepted. One of these ceremonies is called the “Sangeet” which is where choreographed dances take place. It’s basically to set the mood for the wedding.

Ravi wanted me to be part of that, but since I had come alone, I didn’t have a partner.

“Remember Amy’s sister Ananya?”

Ananya was a few years younger than us, 22 now. I’d met her years ago when she was 16, but we didn’t really know each other and didn’t talk much. It was Ravi and Amy’s big day though so what they say goes.

Helping a friend move [MF] [Kinda wholesome]

This is a story of me and Annika. If you wanna know what she looks like, she’s in the story which has a title related to a hotel room and I’ve given a pretty nice description of her there.

Also, I’ve received some criticism that my build ups are long af, if you have any problems with that I’d really appreciate the advice. Also, I’ve marked the sex part with asterisks if you wanna skip straight to it and avoid the build up.

So, me and Ann have a very, very active FWB relationship. We’ve been having sex atleast 4 times a week, each session lasting hours and I know we’d have more sex if we were closer to each other. However, what happened 3 nights ago was different. It wasn’t fucking, it wasn’t sex, it was…hot.

High school crush and a night of passion [MF]

First, I’ll be referring to myself as Arthur in my stories. Should you contact me, feel free to call me that.

Second, I know my build ups are really long at times, so starting immediately, I’ll mark the part where sex starts with asterisks for anyone who wants to skip there straight away.

Onto the story.

This is from a month ago.

Around 8 years ago, I had a crush on a girl named Kavya. She was beautiful. Not very smart, but not dumb either, and most probably would’ve said, “Eh, she’s cute” and forgotten about her after, but to me she was really beautiful.

I, however, was the pasty nerd in school. Super skinny, acne riddled face and glasses too big for my face, I fit the whole bill. I’d stutter while talking to her and she’d often make fun of me behind my back, calling me “That weird guy” while mentioning me. I decided to not talk to her anymore and focus on my studies. Well, it worked and I got good enough that I could relax a bit and work on myself.

The waitress [MF][M19][F30’s]

Before we start, let’s make the ages clear.

M19 – me

F30’s – her

I was hanging with my friend Aditya in one of the cafes owned by his dad. We were meeting up to discuss a project for which we had been paired together, but we had forgotten all about it and decided to get a coffee, because why not.

So we’re at this cafe, and he gets a call. Something came up for him, but he told me to enjoy my coffee and not rush.

He left and soon I noticed that there were just a few waitresses there, and I saw one staring at me. Her nametag read Shilpa. She was tall, about 5’8″ and was pretty busty, her shirt buttons fighting for their lives. She had brownish black hair and cool skin, with a pretty and cute face. She didn’t have any ring on her finger, and I’d often see her and her friends giggling and looking at me.

I finished my coffee and was just about to go home when it suddenly started pouring outside. The store was closed to the public so no one came inside, and since rain wasn’t due this month, I didn’t have an umbrella with me.

When a celebrity gets you a blowjob [MF] [Friend loses a bet]

First of all, there’s some Formula 1 related context to this story. If you’re not into that, just skip to big bold letters saying SEX for the story.

Second thing, some warnings. If you follow Formula 1 and are a Ferrari fan, have tissues nearby. Not just for your cum, but also your tears. I’m sorry. Also, if you’ve not caught the French Grand Prix yet, spoilers are ahead.

Third, the characters – Only characters in this story are me and Annika, someone I’ve spoken about in one of my previous stories, check that one out too. Ravi and Amy are also there, but only mentioned. We’re all well over 18, so don’t worry about that

Also, contrary to my previous posts, this isn’t a story from a few years ago, but is quite recent.

Now, for some F1 context. I’ll try to keep it short.

Currently, there’s two drivers on top. Max Verstappen, who races for Red Bull and Charles Leclerc, who races for Ferrari.

Ann is a Charles supporter because he’s hot (as a 100% straight guy I can say he’s hot) and I’m a Max supporter because I love his attitude.

Hot schoolteacher [MF] [MILF] [Public? sex]

Her name was Reya. We all called her Reya ma’am. She was my teacher from 8th grade till I passed out of school. She was my teacher crush, and I’d often dream of fucking her, but it didn’t really lead anywhere. Or so I thought.

I was called to my old school as a guest speaker. Wasn’t particularly inclined to do it, but I thought it would be a good way to meet some school friends, maybe meet some old teachers. This is when I was 18, Reya ma’am was 41. She wasn’t technically a MILF because she didn’t have any kids but eh, small technicality.

I was up first, went up there, gave my speech blah blah and stepped off stage. I went around meeting teachers until finally, I went up to Reya ma’am.

Description time!

At the time I was 6’0″ tall. All other details regarding me are in my previous post.

Reya ma’am had olive skin and raven-black hair. It was tied in a short ponytail that reached till just where her neck ended, just before her back started. She had a round face, big eyes and dimples on every smile. She was 5’4″ and fit, or maybe skinny. Her breasts were either A cups or B cups and she had a peach-like round ass, that I was often guilty of staring at in classes.

Ann, a hotel room, and a beautiful night [MF] [Bestfriend]

Her name was Annika. She was a hot Punjabi girl and our friends called her Annie, I just called her Ann.

We had a large circle of friends, but around 5 of us had been friends since childhood. Me and Ann had grown up in the same building, attended the same school and were good friends. We had a couple of kisses, some making out sessions, but we had never dated or even had sex.

Let’s give some descriptions here.

Annie is 5’6″, a cool complexion. She wears thin frame glasses, has rosy lips with a Michael Schumacher-esque jaw (Keep fighting Michael!). She has a lovely ass, B cup breasts, flowing, bouncy hair. She’s in shape, but not super fit or anything.

I’m 6’1″, with a bronze tan. I wear black glasses. I’ve been told I have a dump truck of an ass, but I think that’s just unnatural in a guy. I go to the gym six days a week and have been going since 5 years now. I’m not a bodybuilder, but I’m quite toned and fit (self proclaimed).

Onto the story.