I’ll keep the backstory short:
I’ve lived in the same condo for a while, next door to a really nice married couple about 10 years older than me (late 20s vs late 30s). The walls are thin enough that I can hear them when they’re having loud sex, and I assume they can hear me too. We never talked about it or acknowledged it. They struggled with infertility for years, and it took a toll on their relationship. She decided to end the relationship and moved out (and honestly it was a great decision for her because she hooked up with someone and got pregnant almost right away, before they even signed the divorce papers. Which also led everyone to assume that he was the reason they couldn’t get pregnant). So now my next door neighbour is sad, and lonely, and newly divorced. We talked from time to time, and I invited him over for dinner about once per week just so he could have some company.
Author: Resident007012
[F] I didn’t know what I was asking for …
Up until my 22nd birthday, I had the pleasure of fucking mostly average sized cocks. And let me be clear – I love average. But at the time, I really wanted to experience a big cock. As in 10 inch, pornstar big.
My friend Tracey knew a lot of guys, and she had fucked most of them. She continued to enjoy her sexual liberation long after quitting stripping. About a week before my birthday we got drunk at my place, and I confessed to her that all I wanted for me birthday was to be fucked by a guy with a 10 inch cock. Was I serious? Not really. But did Tracey care? Not at all.
I had forgotten all about that conversation by my birthday. I wasn’t doing anything wild to celebrate, just went out to a bar with Tracey and 2 other girls. As we’re hanging out at a table, some guy comes up to Tracey. Actually, “some guy” is an understatement – this guy was gorgeous. 6 foot tall, late 20s, brown hair styled impeccably, and clothing just tight enough to let you know he worked out. Tracey introduced him to us as Brent, and introduced me as the birthday girl. We squeeze Brent in at our table – he’s sitting beside me. I’m trying not to be too obvious about checking him out when I get a text from Tracey.
[FM] Workplace Fantasy
So, I’m in the waiting area at work today, speaking with a colleague. Someone comes in, and we turn. In walks someone I’ve never seen before – tall, bearded, stunningly handsome. Before he remembered to slip his mask on, I catch a glimpse of his strong jawline. My colleague excuses himself, and leaves me with this stranger.
His name is Maurice, he says, and he’s here to see someone about something that I have no clue about. As he talks, I’m scanning his body and taking in the view. I catch the gist of what he said, and take him to see who he’s here to see.
In the elevator he starts talking to me, and he holds my gaze. I’m grateful for the mask, it hides my flushed face. I introduce him to the right person, and head to my office. He says goodbye, and holds my gaze until I turn around.
[F] How I Get My Best Orgasms
I have my best orgasms when I’m high. My body relaxes, and all the blood rushes to my pussy. Even without being touched, I can feel my lips tingle, my heart beat pounding in my clit.
I get comfy, and slide down my shorts. Here is where I wish I had company, an extra set of hands, a tongue, or a dick. But I’m alone, so I’ll have to use my imagination. I’ll pick a guy, in my head. Maybe someone I know well – a friend, a co worker, someones’ husband. Or someone I barely know – the mall security guard, the man at the bar last week, or your random dick pic from Reddit. Or maybe a few dicks, the more the merrier.
I slide my underwear down, spread my legs and part my lips. Slip two fingers into my warm, velvety smooth pussy. Feel the wetness, the warmth, the ridges that mark the spot. I push against it as I think of him – or maybe I’m thinking of you? Gentle, but firm strokes as I think of his fingers, or your dick. I feel myself come right to the edge, but not over. My pussy is tingling, my nipples hard against my tshirt.
[FM] Creampie from Strip Club Guy
This story is from a few years ago, when real life interactions were permitted. Also, I live in Canada, the drinking age in my province is 19, and I was 20 at the time.
Backstory: One of my good friends Tracey is a stripper. I met her in university, she was a few years older than I was, and I was so fascinated with her confidence and her line of work. I wasnt a virgin, but I was inexperienced, and she was everything I wanted to be. She kind of adopted me as her little sister, and started inviting me to the club with her once a week, “just to watch”. It was a small place, and it felt like a family owned business. Spoiler – I never became a stripper. Her friends at the club saw me as a protege to “corrupt”, so they let me hang out at the bar and snuck me free drinks, or backstage with the other dancers. Was it weird being a girl hanging out in a strip club? Yes, yes it was. But I’d never been exposed to this kind of lifestyle before – it was exciting, and I loved it.