If you’ve read a couple of my past stories, you know that Amanda and I had incredible sexual chemistry. We could have been five minutes or five hours apart and the primary thing on our mind was likely getting each other off. Throughout our years at different colleges, we jumped on each other every opportunity we got, learning everything about each other’s bodies; what buttons to press, what phrases to say to each other, positions that could make the other cum within seconds. To this day, she remains the filthiest woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of being with. An innocent coffee date would start with her sliding me her phone, giving me complete control over the vibrator inside her under her sundress. A night at the bar could have me giving her a facial in the bathroom before we went back to the bar for another round of tequila shots. Even when I was at school studying late in the library, I’d get an iCloud upload of her using her vibrator with a butt plug in, speaking vile sentences about what our next meetup would entail.
Author: RoyFookingKent
[MF] A joint in a park led both me (M22) and an old hookup (F21) to cheating
Ever since Amanda and I had first hooked up a couple years prior, we could never stop lusting over each other. The sexual chemistry between her and I was unlike anything I had ever experienced. We knew every part of each other’s bodies, knew everything that could get each other off, and never wasted an opportunity to fuck like animals. I think the best part of it was how much we trusted each other. Well, that, and the fact that the thing which turned each of us on the most was getting each other off, which typically led to marathons.
I’ve described Amanda in another post, but I’ll do it again quickly. She about 5’2”, medium-long brunette, athletic body, big brown eyes and full lips, and a huge ass to die for. During her college years, she got really into distance running and her toned body was showing the results.
[MF] The first time I (M19) fucked a girl raw was the same night she (F18) discovered her slutty side
The summer before I left for college, I started talking to Amanda. Amanda was a year behind me in school and was friends with the girls who would “run the school” next year during their senior year. She was about 5’2″, long brunette hair that had waves in it, and was a self-described “melting pot of ethnicity” which gave her the look of always having a great tan. She had big brown eyes and these wonderful, plump and pouty lips that were extremely expressive. And while she didn’t have much of a chest, Amanda had this incredible ass, likely helped by her extra-curriculars in cross country and basketball. It is without a doubt one of the best asses I’ve been blessed with seeing.
Amanda and I talked a lot over the course of those couple months. Our conversations would more than occasionally cross that wonderful line into sexting and we had a couple fantastic make out sessions at parties. Truth be told though, I was significantly more interested in hanging out with my high school buddies before we all went off to college than I was seeing a girl who had the potential of becoming a girlfriend before I finally gained my collegiate freedom. Before long, I moved a couple hours away and our conversations became less frequent.
[FM] I (M22) ran into my former elementary school girlfriend (F22) when home for Thanksgiving break.
This took place about five years ago. Still only a couple years into the bar scene, college kids in our hometown are looking for any excuse to get out and everyone hits the bars the day before Thanksgiving. It’s a great time to get together with friends we’re still in contact with, reunite with people you haven’t seen in a couple years, but mostly an excuse to blackout on $3 light beers. I had gotten together with a group of friends at our favorite local spot to start the night early and got a table near the back of the bar where we could keep an eye on the stream of people coming in, looking for familiar faces.
A couple hours had gone by, and we were well on our way to our goal of not remembering most of the night. We had commandeered a pool table and conversation varied from plans after graduation to how terrible our NFL team had gotten to “holy shit, did you see the glow up X had?” I walked up to a friend to see if he needed a refill and noticed he was talking to Taylor. She gave me a small smile and wave across the table before continuing her conversation. Nothing exciting, extremely harmless. I went to the bar, got a round of beer and shots for the table and returned, sneaking a glance up and down her before I stood next to them.