The Mousy Landlord (Part 3): The Tightest Goodbye [MF]

*Months ago when I posted my first two encounters with my landlady (see my post history), I received a ton of messages and comments asking if there was a third hookup. As I said in the comments, we did indeed have a final encounter just as I was moving out of the unit. I’ve been meaning to write up a retelling of this final encounter, but failed to find the time until now. To those who asked: here it is.*

*( Also if anyone has any advice/tips/experience regarding self-publishing erotic writing/journaling, please msg me! I need help lol )*

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My lease was up, and as much as I liked the unit’s price tag, there were too many issues with the place for me to justify staying. I had found a handful of places that offered more square footage, a better location, some of which were newly renovated, for only $100 (and some change) extra a month. It was time to get out.

I sent my landlord a text informing her that I would not be renewing my lease. She immediately replied with a text explaining what I would need to do to get my security deposit back. The wording was surprisingly clinical, as though I hadn’t spent accumulative hours deep in her guts. Alas, business is business I guess.

The Mousy Landlord: Apartment Maintenance 101 [MF]

After my last impromptu hot-n-heavy meet-n-greet with my new landlord, *(check my post history),* I didn’t expect a second go with her. I assumed she had gotten her fill, and that would be it. But after six weeks or so had passed without so much as a peep from her end, I got a little in my head. I mean, I told myself it was fine, but if I’m being honest with myself, I’m used to getting at least some form of a follow up, so I spiraled a bit, wondering if I had under-performed that day. It hit especially hard when I thought about the potential reality wherein, she was celibate for four months, fucked me, and then RETURNED to celibacy. Fuck, am I trash in bed? Either way, I wasn’t going to be the one to re-initiate. BUT, I did have a problem with the unit.

Two lightbulbs in the cheap chandelier that hung from the ceiling near the entrance to the apartment had gone out, and when I stood on a chair from the kitchen and reached in to change them, I realized the bulbs were some sort of specialty bulb(?) and I had no idea where to get replacements. So, I did what any tenant would. I texted my landlord.

The Mousy Landlord: My First Experience Living Alone [MF]

A year ago, I had recently moved into a one-bedroom unit (no longer live there). It was my first time living alone which I was really excited for. I liked the idea of having an entire space to myself, to do what I want, when I want.

My first day in the unit (boxes not even unpacked yet) I was taking a hot shower. I got out, dried off, and then had the realization “I don’t even need to cover up! I’m free! Master of my own domain!” Or some corny shit like that, as I am a corny individual at heart. I hung up my towel, and walked out of my steamy bathroom into the living room, with my cock hanging full from the warmth of the shower.

To my surprise, standing inside of my new apartment by the doorway, was my landlord. And there I was, damp, bottomless, and somewhat frozen in time. She sees my cock and stands there in shock for a moment before fumbling out a swirling apology and spinning around to face the closed door. Smiling, I told her “no worries” or something like that, but she rushed out of the apartment.

Beautiful Stranger: A Budapest Experience [MF]

After graduating from college, I spent the summer traveling around Europe, meeting up with friends in various cities who were doing the same. I made an impromptu decision to meet up with some friends in Hungary after they sent me a last minute invite. I flew into Budapest from Berlin the day after I got their message.

I took a ride-share to their Airbnb, and after dropping my stuff, we left to do some day-drinking and exploring. After a long day, we returned to their spot where I’d be sleeping on the couch since I didn’t actually book the room with them, (and wasn’t paying). My friend’s brother told us about these “Ruin Bars” which are basically these massive dilapidated pre-war buildings that had been repurposed into bars and clubs. We all agreed it sounded like a good time.

We pre-gamed a bit, then left the Airbnb and headed to the ruin bar with the best online reviews. Once we got there, we knew we had made a good call. This place was AMAZING. It was massive, a sprawling space that had multiple levels and various different sized rooms, all playing different music and with different vibes. There was one dance room with a stripper pole playing pop music, then a massive main dance floor with more of a hip-hop vibe, plus a bunch of smaller rooms with no music, where people were just hanging and chatting.

FULL STORY: [FFM] Summer Trip to a Swedish Sauna [True Story]

Two female friends and I spent a few days in Sweden last summer. One of our bucket list items was to go to one of the famous saunas. We wanted to experience the sauna together rather than get separated, so we chose a co-ed sauna (most of them are co-ed anyway).

I was excited to experience this cultural staple, and also excited to be nude in this casual environment. Basically, it was a fun excuse to be naked in semi-public without any danger. Additionally, I have to admit I was looking forward to seeing my friend Abby unclothed. Our other friend Sara would be naked too of course, but I had slept with her back in the states and so there was nothing to be revealed in that department.

Abby, a small but feisty Vietnamese girl, was someone I had enjoyed flirting with over the years, but we were never single at the same time and I always wondered if maybe I just wasn’t her type. We had reached a point where we were flirt-friends, constantly flirting but with a mutual understanding that it would likely not advance beyond that.

[FFM] Summer Trip to a Swedish Sauna [True Story][Part 2]

[Link to the first half here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/epntrq/ffm_summer_trip_to_a_swedish_sauna_true_story/)

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After a minute or so of her slowly sliding her tight wet self up and down the length of my cock, she sat down on my lap, leaving my erection lodged deep inside her, pulsing still. We were both drenched in sweat and condensation from the room, and as we sat there in the heavy heat, I felt as though we were melting into each other, one steaming form of wet hot sexuality.

Subtly, gently, and without lifting off of me, she began to tilt her hips back and forth. With each tilt, the front wall of her pussy, and then rear wall, pressed against the length of my dick. Front, then back, then front, then back, over and over, but still with a sensual subtlety. I was feeling all of her, and it seemed like that was what she wanted. Slowly but surely, the pace her pelvic tilting picked up, until she was properly grinding on my cock. Somehow, it felt as though I was going deeper still. I could now feel the tip of my dick grazing her cervix with each gyration, her perfectly round ass sliding around my slippery crotch and thighs.

[FFM] Summer Trip to a Swedish Sauna [Part 2]

The first half of this story was quite popular, so as requested, here is the second half.

[If you missed it, here is the first half of my retelling.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/epn780/ffm_summer_trip_to_a_swedish_sauna/)

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After a minute or so of her slowly sliding her tight wet self up and down the length of my cock, she sat down on my lap, leaving my erection lodged deep inside her, pulsing still. We were both drenched in sweat and condensation from the room, and as we sat there in the heavy heat, I felt as though we were melting into each other, one steaming form of wet hot sexuality.

Subtly, gently, and without lifting off of me, she began to tilt her hips back and forth. With each tilt, the front wall of her pussy, and then rear wall, pressed against the length of my dick. Front, then back, then front, then back, over and over, but still with a sensual subtlety. I was feeling all of her, and it seemed like that was what she wanted. Slowly but surely, the pace her pelvic tilting picked up, until she was properly grinding on my cock. Somehow, it felt as though I was going deeper still. I could now feel the tip of my dick grazing her cervix with each gyration, her perfectly round ass sliding around my slippery crotch and thighs.

[FFM] Summer Trip to a Swedish Sauna

Two female friends and I spent a few days in Sweden last summer. One of our bucket list items was to go to one of the famous saunas. We wanted to experience the sauna together rather than get separated, so we chose a co-ed sauna (most of them are co-ed anyway).

I was excited to experience this cultural staple, and also excited to be nude in this casual environment. Basically, it was a fun excuse to be naked in semi-public without any danger. Additionally, I have to admit I was looking forward to seeing my friend Abby unclothed. Our other friend Sara would be naked too of course, but I had slept with her back in the states and so there was nothing to be revealed in that department.

Abby, a small but feisty Vietnamese girl, was someone I had enjoyed flirting with over the years, but we were never single at the same time and I always wondered if maybe I just wasn’t her type. We had reached a point where we were flirt-friends, constantly flirting but with a mutual understanding that it would likely not advance beyond that.