The Lady in the Car [MF]

So it all started with a simple spark in the name of the initial conversation, I don’t know, in fact, we both don’t know what was so unique, but we both could witness mental chemistry, it is like a game of frequencies, and our spectrums were definitely pretty matching to put it that way!

That spark and initial chemistry were carried forward to conversations, lots of them, whenever we both could find time, there were conversations, and the conversations were pretty touching. There was some exchange of glimpses too, so we had just a basic idea about how we both used to look in certain areas of our bodies.

So finally the day came, for which we decided to catch up for coffee, the days before this particular day were quite hectic both for me and for the lady because of all sorts of reasons, be it work or travel or other minor contributors.

Then, the day finally was there, a certain time of the day was decided, and then I calculated in my mind how much time would be required for me to travel to the decided spot. I also asked my friend for his car, because I figured it would be convenient for me to reach the place that way, compared to the Metro and everything else.

The impulsive encounter of a Bubble Butt [M/F]

Back when I was active by the Original username without the ‘*return of’* part, I posted some of the OC in various NSFW subs from a previous encounter, I was exchanging comments with certain people on these posts and some of them were sending chats and DMs.

Right then I saw a chat request from a username that indeed appeared to be of a woman. So I started up with a typo telling her

*” I am sorry my fingers often fuck up the typing thing”*

and as expected from a healthy brain, she replied,

*”Not a problem as far as they are good at the places they are supposed to be good at”.*

The texting kept going for a bit before she clearly expressed her desire to get playful that night. She also mentioned that it has to be a one-time thing with total anonymity and no photography/videography.

To which I replied,

*” It’s fine with me if it is comfortable for you, don’t worry I am not gonna creep you out by stalking/following, etc., etc., etc.”*