Author: kayeffdee

Jesus Titty Fucking Christ, I was going from jerking off in the shower to the thought of titties, and here I am, with them in my face.

Heavy petting with Devin turned to something I didn’t do, and that was assert mild dominance. In the six years with Mel, sex as wash, rinse, repeat. Stick it in her, go to town, give her orgasms, after the second or third one, release my load, make sure she’s happy.

Here I am, in the bedroom of my 1974 GMC (you can see it, and the Celica in my post history), with this woman I barely know under me. She’s three hundred plus pounds, and I’ve been beating my dick in the shower for three years.

We’ve been getting handsy all night, as well as having the most splendid conversation (did you read that in Prince Akeem’s voice?), and well, alcohol and hormones were in the driver’s seat. Those kitty cat spandexy leggings have resigned themselves to the shag carpet.

This round queen was under me, instantly transporting me and my wildly average dong to Avalon through her vagina. By the power of Ronald Reagan and Greyskull, I didn’t blow my load the second I saw fat girl boobies. Read more »

I’ve loved reading this subreddit, and it’s definitely helped me out when I was in a sexual drought, so I figured I would contribute my sexual adventures, over the past few years. I’ll start with Devin, and fuck no, I didn’t change names. None of that “Let’s call her…” horseshit. Real deal. This is long, so you guys won’t get the down and dirty until part two or three. Like I say, had to break this up into sections. Here we go!

My left knee protested against my Toyota’s heavy clutch. Another Friday, stuck in the mire of 405 traffic in south Orange County. This is Year Two of the Friday rigmarole, and Year Three of being in the Dead Bedroom Club, a fraternity I would not wish anybody entrance into. I usually leave 32nd Street in San Diego in a high-speed burn, Blaze across Camp Pendleton, to get stuck in hellish Los Angeles traffic, to wind up on my couch in Oxnard 7 hours later, we’re after a few whiskey sodas I retired to the bedroom, and sleep next to the Great Wall of pillows that separates my wife and I. At this point, I could not understand the dichotomy on our relationship. It was six years from us getting married, deployments, cross-country moves, and somehow I have become friend-zoned by the one woman I love. People that saw us, we’re actually surprised that we were married. Not because we were cold, and distant, but the fact that people thought we were two of the greatest friends and could ever ask for. And we actually work, there is nothing separating us from getting into any sort of Mischief, it was far removed from my weekly grind that was 190 miles south. The only problem was, my only form of sexual relevance was reading this very subreddit, and relishing any story u/ddfnord wrote. Read more »