Author: KingOfTheWeasels

That time I [m] got just a little bit too excited while eating her [f] out.

It was a Tinder date, and from the way we’d been chatting, there was really only one reason we were meeting up. Well, maybe two reasons: I did promise to bring wine.

Sure enough, a few hours into the evening, and we’ve polished off the bottle, as well as some forgettable movie, an excuse to inch closer together on the couch. By the end, once Tom Cruise or Nic Cage or whoever the star was has taken their victory lap, we’re more than close; she’s pretty much in my lap, and some casual kissing has begun.

Once the credits begin to roll, the kissing goes from casual to heated pretty quickly, and it starts to get a little bit bitey as well- I know I’ll have a mark or two on my neck the next morning. Our hands are wandering pretty adventurously, mine caressing her not-inconsiderable breasts, still inside her shirt, and reaching between her legs to feel the wet heat building up there. Her hands venture between my legs, and she smiles between kisses as she feels me hard against her.

“Movie’s over now…so what do you want to do?” she asks me between kisses. Read more »

How I found out one of [m]y neighbors [mf] and I have the same name.

So, this would’ve been in my previous apartment, which was set up in such a way that mine and my next door neighbors’ bedrooms shared a wall. In retrospect, whoever built those buildings was either an idiot or a pervert. That is not a good design for apartment buildings. But I digress.

My neighbors were a good-looking enough couple- she was blonde and curvy, he had those Mr. Fantastic gray spots on his temples, but was in pretty good shape (we were near a military base, and most of the people in that complex were Army or Air Force). That being said, we never talked much, other than to exchange a brief “good morning” while passing each other in the parking lot. I never thought much about them, other than to perhaps subtly check her out if I found myself going down the stairwell behind her. Until one night.

It had been a long day, and I just wanted to lie down and pass out (with the help of a little bit of booze). My neighbors, apparently, were not of the same mind. I could hear them pretty noisily on the other side of the wall, sounding like their night was heading in a pretty singular direction. I’m not usually much into voyeurism, and like I said, I was pretty tired, so this was really just much more annoying than it was sexy. Until I heard her moan a name. Read more »