Author: Own-Worth-5733

The thickest dick that’s ever fucked me, pt. 2 [FM]

This is the very delayed second part to my first story about Matt. I don’t think you necessarily need to read the first one to enjoy the second, but this one involves a little bit more emotion because I am incapable of separating emotional intimacy from sexual intimacy. Scroll to ****** for the smut, you fiends.

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By the time I saw Matt again, it had been a little over a week or two. We wanted to see each other sooner, but between work and other various things we just couldn’t make it work. By this point, I was pining for him, and not just for his thick cock that had so thoroughly filled me. Like other authors on here, it’s always been hard for me to not conflate a sexual partner with a companion, ideally on the way to more. The way Matt looked into my eyes while we fucked the first time was the catalyst for me starting to think maybe we could end up caring for one another. After all, we were incredibly sexually compatible, I liked his company and he seemed to like mine, and most of all we were both stuck in suburbia for the near term so… why not? Read more »

The thickest dick that’s ever fucked me, pt. 1 [FM]

His cigarette smoke blended into the dense fog as we leaned against his car in the dark bar parking lot. The right side of my right leg was nearly vibrating against his, every cell alert and charged with the electricity of anticipation and begging for more of him. I waited patiently in the unseasonably brisk air as he smoked, making nervous conversation while simultaneously wondering: will we or won’t we?
We spent the previous couple of hours in the bar, having only just met for the first time after matching on Tinder earlier that afternoon. Matt, as we’ll call him, had only one photo that was a bit obscure so I walked into this night knowing this could go sideways, and had planned an escape excuse in case I needed it. I didn’t; between my charm and his sarcasm we got along quite well, and it didn’t hurt that he was hot. Read more »

Experienced Aussie from the [M]usic [F]estival

Long time lurker, first time poster because I figure in an effort to remember these exciting encounters that are now years behind me I should at least write *one* of them here before it’s a lost memory.

When I was in my early twenties I had a bit of a wild ride (pun intended) with dating and hook-up culture. I spent my adolescence being the social nerd, a goody-two-shoes, girl-next-door type that no one was interested in, despite my yearning… and then suddenly, without warning, in my twenties guys were interested in me. I didn’t feel like I had changed at all, so I was a bit blindsided by the attention. Physically I suppose I was bustier than most but I was had never really lacked in that department, as was proven by the boys in high school who would stare at my chest rather than look at my face. Maybe more time on this planet gave me confidence? Maybe I finally got over my ex? Who knows. Read more »