Author: Parking_Damage

My Favorite [Part 2][MF]

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I still couldn’t believe that it had happened. I was in a daze the next day. She texted me first. “Well that was fun”. My stomach did a somersault. Fuckkkkk. I was in trouble. Big trouble. I texted back immediately. We sexted all day. Again. I probably called her in the afternoon, on my way home. I was working about an hour away from where I lived at that point, and I called her most afternoons on the way home, if we weren’t talking, we were texting. Whenever I drive that stretch of road now I think of her. It will always be linked with this affair. I can remember sitting at the traffic lights, my cock straining against my pants as I read her texts, her describing in graphic detail how it would slide into her. I was deeply in lust. And dangerously, unfortunately, in hindsight, falling deeply in love.

I knew she wouldn’t leave him for me. I knew the huge huge scandal it would be if everyone found out. In my more lucid moments (probably after I had rushed home and furiously jerked off to the texts we’d been sending all day), I knew I was in trouble. Read more »

One of my favourite memories [MF]

This is all true. It was a long time ago, but I can remember it like it was yesterday. Everyone was over 18.

She was always the hot one in that friend group. Stunning, long legs, slender with perfect model proportions, gorgeous face, about 5 years younger than everyone else, long jet black hair. Dating the group’s ‘leader’ guy, the guy who dealt the drugs, had the connections, held all the cards. The popular guy, not the most charismatic or good looking, but the big dog in their group. Of course he had the hottest girlfriend. I’d known her for years. When we first properly met, she told me that she’d had a crush on me when she was a teenager at the bus stop, when I was a senior and she was a junior. I was stunned. Me? No way. I never pictured myself as her type.

As our friend groups merged, we started to share a bond. We would seek each other out at parties, hang out, as thick as thieves. I started to have a crush on her, but I didn’t dare admit it. Even, really, to myself. I would have these fantasies where she would get changed in front of me, knowing I was hard, but even in my wildest dreams we would never fuck. The most that my imaginary version of her would let me do was jerk off to her as she got changed. Read more »