Author: sharptalker

[MF] The story of how a global pandemic led to me fucking my beautiful, sexy, 20-year-old neighbor.

The age of quarantine has been a strange one. This past January, my girlfriend took an offer from her employer to work in Spain for six months. She was excited, and the experience would be a boon for her career, but naturally we feared it may lead to the dissolvement of our relationship. Neither of us took the decision lightly.

After a few days’ reflection and some long and honest discussions, we both decided that the opportunity was too good for her to pass up. It also afforded me a chance to visit in the spring. Or at least, so we thought.

The advent of Coronavirus has changed our perspective. My girlfriend has been rooted to Savilla while I remain at my home in Michigan. At first, she frantically attempted to come back, but travel got complicated and ultimately she decided to stay. She’s working from her apartment there, as it’s as safe as anywhere these days. I’m not sure when – or if – she’s coming home. Read more »

[MF] The luckiest day of my life: the time I fucked the married woman of my dreams

I had known Anne for as long as I could remember. A few years before I was even born, my mother opened a florist in our hometown and, over the years to come, built a profitable little business. Anne was one of eight full-time employees, all of which I came to know during the course of my childhood and adolescence. The women employed at the flower shop were all endearingly nice to me any and every time I was around. It helped that they had tremendous respect for my mother, their boss.

Anne was the youngest of the women who worked for my mother, though she was still 22 years my elder. Married, with two kids, she was also –by far– the most attractive physically. Anne was modest, most likely due to the fact that she married young. Despite possessing an incredibly toned body, she never flaunted it. She was petite, maybe 5-foot-4, with a blonde pixie cut, stunningly bright blue eyes, and a bubbly, friendly, personality. Her face was that of a classic girl-next-door beauty, cute as a button, naively unaware of her true beauty. She was the type of girl whose smile made you completely unaware of your other surroundings. Her professional, conservative-ish, work clothing went to great lengths (disappointingly for me) to obscure her assets, but it didn’t take much imagination to picture what she had covered up. As I progressed into my teenage years, I put my imagination (and a photograph of Anne I had slyly “borrowed” from a drawer at the office when no one was watching) to work several times in the privacy of my childhood bedroom. Read more »