Author: IzzyMcbride

[FM] Morning after mistake

This was nearly a year ago, and a small piece of me still feels bad for how I handled the aftermath of my destructive ways.

My boyfriend Aaron and I had attempted a wedding the night before, and both of us were pretty smashed by the time our Uber arrived and ushered us back home.

The plan was to rush to his bedroom, have sloppy, drunken sex, and crash out naked the instance one of us came. But, being as messed up as we both were, only half of our clothes were removed before both of us passed out face first on the bed.

Now, I don’t know about you, but I sleep like shit when I am drunk, so, at around 9am, I stumbled out of bed in last nights clothes, a sequined formal gown, pulled the straps back over my shoulders, and rushed into the kitchen for any type of liquid that could quench this insatiable thirst in my throat.

That is where I ran into, Anthony, Aaron’s Italian roommate of two-years. I’d only met Tony a couple of times, and didn’t think much of him, until seeing him standing at the sink, his shirtless body chiseled like some sort of tanned renaissance sculpture. Read more »

[FM] I couldn’t wait until we were home

So, a couple of weeks ago, this guy Andy randomly asked me out on a date as I was checking out at our local grocery store. It seems ridiculous because I had my hair tied up beneath a baseball cap, what little makeup remained on my face from the night before, baggy sweats and a sweatshirt. I was nowhere near *dating material* , but Andy stopped as I was putting the few things I’d bought into bags, and struck up a light conversation.

Andy was charming and sweet, apologizing for bothering me, yet glaring into my eyes with his captivating blue eyes. I felt weak in his presence. He was tall, well over 6 ft, with light hair, and he wore this shirt which clung to his shoulders, exposing the distinct ripples of them and his chest. I was so embarrassed by how I looked.

Anyway, Andy took his shot, and asked if he could take me to a movie that night. I was surprised by his courage, figuring he would ask for my number first, and continue working his way up toward an eventual date. Read more »

Fucking my boyfriend’s BFF…then telling him [FM]

This was a couple of months back, but I still get a twisted thrill whenever I think about how a woman can drive a wedge into a lifelong friendship.

My boyfriend at the time, Chris, was a good guy, but a little too soft for my liking. I constantly did things simply to get a rise out of him, but his even-keeled demeanor kept him calm and cool, never erupting like I hoped he would do.

That all changed early this fall. Chris planned a hunting trip for early October, and because I can be a selfish bitch, I didn’t want him to go.

I don’t know if I should say that. Maybe I didn’t care if he went, and I was just digging my heels in to get a rise out of Chris, and start a World War 3 type of fight that I’d been denied so many times before.

Needless to say, Chris ended up going, but spent his entire two-week *boys trip* texting, calling, and FaceTiming me because he wanted to reassure me that he was doing nothing wrong. (Like I cared) Read more »

The desire to procreate is too strong! [FM] xpost from r/knockedup

I just woke up after about three-hours of sleep, and my body is still tingling from what I am about to share with you right now.

My crazy night really began when I woke up nearly twenty-four hours ago. I noticed when I opened my eyes in the morning, that my upper thighs were sticky, like someone had lathered my soft skin with honey, and my panties were damp to the point where I thought I’d pissed them in the night.

As my groggy mind began to flicker on for the day, that’s when I realized how turned on I was, and I instinctively slid a hand down beneath the silky fabric until the heat from my insatiable body warmed my chilled fingers like vents on a dashboard in the cold of winter.

I’d never experienced this magnitude of wetness. As I gently spread my outer lips, I could feel the frustration dribbling out of me like a leaky faucet, viscously running down my asshole before being soaked up by my underwear.

Usually if I wake up horny, and it doesn’t happen often, I’ll simply rub out a clitoral orgasm, and move on with my day. Read more »

Life finds a way [FM]

I’ve lurked on here for a couple of weeks, and decided it was time to share some of my hotter adventures over the past ten-years of being sexually proficient, and we will begin with my first love, Jimmy.

Jimmy and I dated in high school. He was my first love…though not the first person I’d had sex with.

Jimmy was a complete Alpha-make. A six-foot, 200 pound mountain of muscular man. He played football, drank whiskey, smoked cigarettes, and knew his way around a woman’s body…specifically, mine.

We had plenty of wild sex-capades. Our sex life bordered on the obscene. When I first began sleeping with Jimmy, I figured sex was no big deal because my first boyfriend basically climbed on top of me, forced his way inside, and for about three-minutes, would keep me pinned to the bed with his body until the deed was done.

Sex with Jimmy was different in every aspect. It was more like a sport, both of us sweatily trying to get the upper hand, tossing one another around, biting, clawing, and choking the other until one of us made the other lose all control. Read more »