Author: MostBank

An afternoon with Alison [MF]

It was Saturday afternoon. I was sitting at my desk in my apartment doing some work. Alison was in the shower.

I was looking out the window when I heard a soft “Hey!” from behind me. I turned and saw Alison smiling at me, wrapped in a purple towel, her long dark hair still wet and hanging tantalizingly over one shoulder.

She kept her big green eyes fixed on me and the sly smile on her face as she slowly unwrapped the towel. I felt my blood surge as her body came into view. She was slim and toned, with small breasts like scoops of ice cream, a stomach with a hint of six-pack and a belly button ring that hung down towards the V of her hips. She had shaved completely while she was in the shower.

She wiggled her hips playfully and let the towel drop to the floor. She turned away from me, in profile, and put her hands against the wall, arching her back slightly and poking her perfect ass (thank god for track and field girls) out towards me. Her gaze turned sultry and I practically flew out of the chair, tossing my t-shirt to the ground as I crossed the room. Read more »

[MF] Chicago Kat, aka Whiskey Girl

Chicago Kat (different from Carolina Kat) came to visit me in the midst of one of my many failed experiments, in this case the experiment of renting a room from an old lady to save some money. The lady turned out to be pretty mean and nosey and the bed I had was creaky as fuck. It was an extremely unsexy situation, so I started “staycationing” with girls, getting a hotel room for a couple nights and spending the time there.

Kat was coming up from Kentucky, where she had been touring whiskey distilleries. She brought me a bottle and a cool little shot glass. After we checked into the hotel she stepped into the bathroom. She loved lingerie and I figured I was in for a little show.

She came back out and told me to sit down in the room’s fancy chair. I did as I was told, drinking in the sight of her body. She was tall, maybe 5’10, with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes and D-cup tits with big pink nipples. Her stomach was flat and pierced with some kind of blue hanging thing. Her legs were long and toned and her nails were painted red. She was wearing matching bra and panties, something small and lacy and plum-colored, with dark tights up to her thighs. Oh and she wore glasses. Read more »

[MF] fucking Sarah like a whore in Atlantic City

Sarah and I dated a couple years ago and then I fucked everything up for another girl like an idiot. This is a story of Sarah and me in Atlantic City.

I was drinking at a strip club near my office and texting a few ladies and offered Sarah a trip within a short drive of us. We settled on Atlantic City. It was near wintertime. I texted her “you’ll have to put some makeup on and get your hair all pretty” and she said “excuuuuse me” but I hastily reminded her it was just the chorus from the song “Atlantic City.” Springsteen forever.

Sarah looks sort of like the porn star Lana Rhoades. Dark hair, pale skin, big eyes, short and skinny but with a nice rack and a perky little ass. She loved giving head and I often look back and ask myself why I passed up multiple blowjobs a day for something else. She liked to wear ripped jeans and chucks.

So we drove up to AC. She played me some podcasts and I played her some Springsteen. We checked into the hotel and went wandering. Read more »

[MF] A date with Emily

My friend Emily came over to my apartment after she finished her shift downtown. She’s 24, roughly 5’8 135lb if I had to guess, with white-blonde hair down to her shoulders, soft and bouncy cantaloupe-sized tits, a toned stomach (she played some kind of sport in college, volleyball I think), with a nice fat ass and looooong legs.

She dressed to impress, and the concierge gave me a surprised look as I walked her in. She was wearing a skin-tight dark red jumpsuit type thing with a black leather jacket and some cool sneakers.

As soon as we were in the elevator she pushed me against the wall and put her tongue in my mouth. She moaned against my lips as her fingers found my growing cock through my jeans. I wrapped my hand in her hair and held her against me until we got to the seventh floor.

We got to my apartment, sat on the couch, and chatted for a bit. She opened her purse and pulled out a pipe. She wanted to show me “shatter” so we smoked it a bit. Definitely got me high but it’s kind of a lot of work–I prefer the old-fashioned way. Read more »