(Editor’s Note: Hazel has a kink for degrading yet affectionate language, among other things, and the tone of this story reflects this. This is a consensual encounter between two grown ass adults, and all the grown-up negotiation and preamble that took place over several days has been elided here for dramatic effect)
“Oh my God you fucked me so hard that I’m spotting.”
I stared at my phone, a mixture of concern and pride mixing in my chest.
“Oh, wow. Um.” I replied. “Uh, are you OK?”
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Hazel is what is colloquially known as a shortstack. Round, curvy, busty, small enough to roll into a ball. Her shock of ginger hair and sardonic grin promise a good time for anyone brave enough to try.
She came over to fuck, but because we are not animals, we had a coffee first. You’d think at this point in my mid-life-slut-phase I’d be used to those awkward getting to know you chit-chats, but hey, what can you do.