I [F] cried from botching his [M] back waxing, and let him cum inside me because I cared about him.

*I dated a Punjabi man for several months. We were both in our 40’s. The first time we fucked was on our second date, with the sex good if rushed and insincere. However, our second time constituted a noteworthy if bizarre lovemaking round, an affectionate and unique experience that I still think about from time to time.*

We were seated next to each other, at my dining table, eating a meal he had prepared in my kitchen. The green salad was fine, and I guess I wasn’t supposed to use his cucumber raita as dressing. At least not as much as I put on. He had baked some really tender and flavorful chicken thighs that were marinated in a spicy masala sauce, and that had really won me over. He talked about how stressed he was that his son hadn’t talked to him since his divorce 6 years ago, and that every attempt he made to reconcile fell through. I couldn’t empathize due to my lack of children, but I could see the wear on his face, the pain in his sharp, hazel eyes.

I (F46) Was Not Willing To Compromise: Turning Two Scary Men into my Lap Dogs

The leasing agent met me at the space and she handed me the keys in addition to the finalized lease contract. This spot was mine for five years. I had five years to turn this into the neighborhood bar that my ex-husband and I had dreamed about for twenty. It was late, and I couldn’t wait to meet up with the general contractor in the morning to discuss the tenant improvements.

I woke up early, went to the gym and then immediately after at 9AM I arrived at the space, parking my G-Wagon right outside and unlocked the front door. I gazed around the emptiness and took in the old, vintage scent of the wooden floors and brick walls. I loved it. There was a concrete bar-top that I wanted to replace with marble, and I put my purse, keys and a few documents on it, eagerly awaiting the contractor.

I was still slightly sweaty from the gym so I turned on the ceiling fan and opened every window. Clad in off-purple leggings, a white tank top and a headband, I walked to the bathroom and freshened up with a little concealer and cream so that my face looked presentable.

Yoga Pants-Obsessed [M] Dad Gladly Cheats on Wife with a [F] Stupid Slutty Cougar

*This is my last nonfiction post, as I’ve run out. I could write about other sexual experiences, but they’d read as boring, standard foreplay and missionary sex with a few doggystyles thrown in for good measure. The truth of the matter is that while I consider myself a crazy stupid horny cougar skank, I’ve really only been one for the better part of 18 months. But onto my last nonfiction chapter:*

I frequent (and still do) a coffee shop in Marin County, CA. Pre-COVID, I would go to my yoga class and then drive to the coffee shop afterwards 3-4 times a week. Occasionally, I would see a man with his baby boy there, holstered in his Baby Bjorn, and talking to other normal patrons. I would say hello to him every now and then and engage in small talk, and let him know how cute I thought his baby was, but that was it.

[MF] The Korean Cougar vs. The Biggest Dick I’ve Ever Seen (I Lost)

My best friend Katherine and I were invited to a New Year’s Eve party at a beach house in Pacific Beach, San Diego and had spent all day getting ready. We were under the impression that most of the men at the party were going to be young professionals so we made sure to pull out all of the stops; Brazilians, upper lip and eyebrow waxing, blowouts at the salon, mani/pedis, smokey eyeshadow, eyeliner, and dark red lip color, everything! I had all gold jewelry; bangles for each arm, wide hoop earrings, my favorite link necklace and a nose ring. On top of that, I wore my brand new slim navy/white patterned midi dress with a super high slit up the thigh, open-toed wedges with ankle straps, and a high-waisted lace g-string to surprise any lucky stud that got that far.

Looking like a high-priced hooker made me feel liberated and slutty. It was a class cocktail party; we arrived late and were immediately welcomed with mojitos and a selection of hors d’oeuvres like pork and applesauce cups and potato fritters. Within several minutes a few young men came over to talk to us. One, in particular, a lean Navy junior grade lieutenant with a monster bulge, took my attention. He smile was clean and natural, his eyes were hazel and his shoulders barely fit in his sports coat. He was staying the night with his friend in one of the rooms, so I asked to leave my clutch and phone there.

[MF] My Indian Lover Tried His Best, but My Asshole Was Just Too Tight

Earlier this year I had been dating a man for almost two months and had been mulling over whether I should date him exclusively. He was a stoic yet Punjabi man who had amazing posture and had been in Silicon Valley since he was in college, some 20 years ago. We’d been on a few lovely dates and he did a magnificent job of romancing me and idealizing me as the pinnacle of his sexual desire. He, too, was exceptionally masculine, his jawline so prominent that many times after lovemaking I would lay next to him and run the back of my hand across his neck and cheeks.

He had been divorced for three years, with three kids, and put his kids before anything we did. I could tell, however, that his previous marriage was seriously lacking in the sexual department (as mine had too), as each successive time we made love he mentioned that he wanted to love me more the next time. After a particularly fun session, he mentioned to me if I was interested in anal. I had never a cock in my ass, and mentioned that I was worried at how it would feel. He hadn’t had anal either, and reassured me that if I felt comfortable trying that he would make me feel as comfortable possible. I nodded yes, that sounded fine.

[FM] I told him to spank my ass in my yoga pants while I gagged and spit all over his virgin cock.

I grew up in a strict Korean Christian household. Lost virginity to my husband at age 22. We never had kids but didn’t want any. We had a good marriage until he started making a lot of money. Unfortunately, he started working a lot and going on constant business trips. When I was 45 we divorced, and I took the house and still receive a nice alimony. I got an expensive gym membership (he pays for) and I got in the best shape of my life at age 46.

All of these years what had been itching to get out was my ultimate truth; that I am a crazy, horny, stupid Korean slut.

This is the story of when I caught the attention of a young man who had to have been a virgin, and how I was more than happy to make him fuck my face. In retrospect it was also wild and irresponsible, but whatever.

“And I Said Yes” – When I (F46) Got Throat Fucked and Deep Dicked in Park City, Utah [FM]

**Preface:** *One of my biggest weaknesses is alcohol. I’m not your standard alcoholic. I don’t drink often at all, and I never drink to blackout. But when I’m tipsy, it’s hard for me to say no to anything. Or anyone. When I refer to myself as a stupid slut, this is what I’m talking about – my inability to say no because being tipsy makes me feel so alive. And when I’m alive, I become crazy and horny. When you grow up with everyone telling you “no”, it’s hard to resist the urge to say “yes” when you’re older.*

*I think my personality is dichotomous in this way – every time I am “out of control” I feel free and exhilarated and when I’m totally in control I feel angry at myself yet focused. Even pre-divorce I channeled my “in control” energy into working out constantly and insanely healthy eating. My “in control” energy only manifests after a bout of “out of control” energy. And there’s a constant give and take from each.*

[FM] My (F46) Evening with a Foot Fetishist and His Extra Long Veiny Cock

Last year I had Thanksgiving with my best friend and a number of other friends of friends in a rented space in the Haight in SF. There were a lot of intentional set-up tries with single people, but it all felt so forced. However, I had made eye contact with a man at the very end of the table several times but we never ended up talking until right before I was about to leave. His name was James, he sold insurance and lived alone with three cats in Pac Heights. He called me exactly three days later for dinner and an arthouse movie. He wasn’t much to look at but he had large hands and a really deep voice. My inner slut was hooked.

The morning of our date I got a mani/pedi and then later a blowout at the salon. I wore a maxi dress I had just tailored and black leather ankle boots and a jean jacket. I debated on whether to wear some sexy mauve lace panties or just a stupid slutty high waisted black g-string; I went with the latter. He sent an Uber for me and I met him at the restaurant. He was a gentlemen, we had lame banter for 30 minutes before the meals came, and a bottle of pinot noir later I was pretty tipsy and feeling kinda slutty. He said we’d be late for the movie and I said I didn’t care and that if he had a good movie at his house, we should watch it.

My (F46) first orgasm as a divorcee was a ripped volunteer firefighter who tongue fucked my asshole

To celebrate becoming a newly single woman I went wine tasting in Sonoma with a few friends. At one of the wineries we sat at a picnic table of which there were several. However, it became relatively crowded so people were sharing space at the various picnic tables throughout the afternoon. I wore my brand new teal summer dress that I had been waiting to show off.

In the early evening, we were sharing the table with a group of young professionals from San Francisco who were there for the weekend – one couple, two single girls and one single guy. The single guy was so hot, I couldn’t figure out if he was Latin or Mediterranean or what, but he had beautiful olive skin and slick black hair. We talked for a bit and I found out that on top of him being in construction he was also a volunteer firefighter. The Sonoma area is very high risk every fire season and he had been called upon multiple times to assist with the raging fires.

I told him to spank my ass in my yoga pants while I gagged and spit all over his virgin cock

I grew up in a strict Korean Christian household. Lost virginity to my husband at age 22. We never had kids but didn’t want any. We had a good marriage until he started making a lot of money. Unfortunately, he started working a lot and going on constant business trips. When I was 45 we divorced, and I took the house and still receive a nice alimony. I got an expensive gym membership (he pays for) and I got in the best shape of my life at age 46.

All of these years what had been itching to get out was my ultimate truth; that I am a crazy, horny, stupid Korean slut.

This is the story of when I caught the attention of a young man who had to have been a virgin, and how I was more than happy to make him fuck my face.