[MF] The new one – big dick adventure!

2018 wound up pretty disastrous for me, sex-wise, so I started off 2019 with a bang (literally, though that’s a different story).

I’ve gotten a lot of questions about my username and why I picked it- and the answer was that, once upon a time, I was looking for a big dick to fuck. Like, really big. I did learn, real quick, that I wanted the full package- big dick plus fun and kind and good in bed- and that’s incredibly difficult to find. I had a few experiences with dudes who were well-hung but not HUGE, and one exceptionally promising date that ended before I could get more than my hands on him.

I wasn’t specifically looking for a big dick, when I got back on my bullshit and started dating like mad in January, but regular fun sex was more important. I met Charlie on an app, one that I was about to delete, kind of accidentally. It took several weeks for us to meet (what’s up, fellow non-monogamous workaholics?), but we finally found some free time in our schedules and met for lunch.

That time I fucked four dudes in one day [FM] [LONG]

Technically, that title could have a few more Ms, but it was really only one at a time. I know that this is pretty damn slutty, not for everyone, so please enjoy only if you enjoy questionable morals!

Even with a proper stable of partners, which I’m fortunate enough to have, a girl like me can still have dry spells. I’m in the middle of a particularly length and depressing one now, so I’m reliving past fun in order to keep from losing my mind (and wearing out yet another vibrator). This is the story of my sluttiest day, to date.

I met D here, on Reddit- he’d responded to a post I made, and even though he wasn’t an exact match, he had this confident-bordering-on-arrogant banter that is almost guaranteed get my attention right away. I’m a sucker for intelligent men, with extra bonus points for older and successful, high-powered types. And if those intelligent men are interested in intelligent, mouthy women like me, well. Even I get lucky sometimes.

Climb through my window [MF]

I was 18 (almost 19) and away at school on my own. For the first time, I had my own room- a dorm room, granted, but it was mine! It was the smallest of small spaces, barely big enough for a dresser, a desk, and my bed- but I loved it. On the ground floor, but high enough that I didn’t have to worry about anyone getting in through the window, or so I thought.

I’d been seeing Jay for a few weeks- nothing serious, he was a either a junior or a senior in one of my English classes. He usually wore flannel shirts, tight jeans, and a wallet chain, which may have well been kryptonite to my panties. He was taller than me, thin build but muscle-y in that way only students can be (so much time in the gym!), brown eyes. Shaggy hair, in that early 2000’s fashionably weird way. We’d hung out a few times, to “study”, and he was a good kisser, though we’d barely gotten to second base.

It was late on a Tuesday night, and I was coming back from a shower when I heard a sound at my window. A little sound, like a tap. Maybe a branch, or the wind? Nope, there it was again. Tap. Then another, tap.

Not quite revenge [MF][long]

It wasn’t that Brian was a bad boyfriend, it just turned out he was gay, deeply in denial, and more than willing to use me as a beard for the rest of his life- which I wasn’t really ok with. The circumstances of our breakup were about as amicable as they could be for a youthful four-year partnership, despite the cheating and the lying and the whole ‘not into women’ sexuality.
And just for the record, if you’re hiding a boyfriend from your long-distance girlfriend (with whom you are in an open relationship, no less), don’t take them both out, at once, to the date-night spot you share with said boyfriend. I will always be grateful to that waitress who followed me to the bathroom, to tell me that the cute guy I was holding hands with was in that restaurant every Friday night, holding hands with the other cute guy sitting across from us. It wasn’t the cheating, that I could have forgiven, but the insistence that he was perfectly 100% straight that did us in.

Beginning of a fetish [MF][public]

(this is my first story here, so go easy on me!)
I was 19 when I figured out that I was an exhibitionist. This was years ago, before the rise of cameraphones, so my escapades were limited to sneaky, semi-public sex. Looking backwards, I know that I would have come to the same conclusion regardless, but the inspiration for my enjoyment of this particular thrill came at the hands (literally) of someone else.

I met him on Craigslist, of all places. Not the last time I’d find someone on that cesspool, but this may have been the first one I actually met. He was much older than me, 24, with a job and an apartment, and a car of his own. I was in college, looking for someone to take me out to dinner while I was home for the summer, and maybe to expand my not-very-experienced horizons.

I thought that perhaps he was too old for me, and that we’d have little in common, but we both liked similar books, so I thought it was worth a late-night coffee date. Our conversations- via email, of course- had veered into naughty territory but nothing too explicit. I was honest and told him I’d only been with a handful of partners, all in relationships, and was looking to try new things. He said he wanted casual FWB type of arrangements, wasn’t looking for a girlfriend, and really enjoyed oral sex, both giving and getting.