Author: SHG123456

Bossing Around a Hot French Guy [FM]

I spent my 22nd birthday at a club in the Meatpacking District, and I met a really sexy French guy there. We chatted for a bit, swapped numbers, and made plans to hang out. He was in the US for work in finance (I think), but he couldn’t have been more than entry-level because we were both freshly out of college.

A couple nights after the club, he let me know he was at a bar in my neck of the woods. I told him I was home watching “Almost Famous” and he was more than welcome to come by. He agreed. So, I’m thinking, “Great, I hope to get to know this guy further and watch this awesome movie with a kick-ass soundtrack.” I wasn’t in the mood for a fling–I really wanted to just chill and vibe.

He showed up, and I could sense a cockiness in his demeanor. Maybe it was his self-satisfied smirk or maybe it was the somewhat arrogant way he spoke, but I could tell right away he thought he was a wolf and I was little lamb, unknowingly headed for an ambush. Little did he know, I was a wolf. Read more »

I Almost Got Caught Fucking at a Music Festival [FM]

Me and my ex Matt (not his real name) are very into music. He plays in a band, and when we were together, we’d frequent shows. So, naturally I brought him along when my friend Zac (not his real name) invited me to a blues music festival. I also invited my other friend Brian (not his real name).

About an hour into the festival, I had to pee, so Matt volunteered to help me find the nearest restroom while Zac and Brian checked out some bands. It was an outdoor festival, but it was nice–not dirty like Bonnaroo lol, so there were little cottage bathrooms sprinkled here and there. Matt and I finally found one, and when I returned from the lavatory, I couldn’t find Matt anywhere. All of the sudden, he dropped down from the beams in the roof, so he was dangling upside down like Spiderman as he laughed at me. FYI, Matt was a legendary skateboarder in my area, so he was very athletic. He met Tony Hawk when he was little and participated in all kinds of competitions. Everyone thought he was going to go pro but then weed happened…anyway, back to the story. Read more »

When Sex Became Transcendental [MF]

The only times I ever felt like I was making love was with this guy Matt (not his real name). He was my best friend for six years before our relationship became physical. And he was the first guy to tell me he was in love with me. We’d spend entire nights talking in his car in front of my parents’ house and then drive somewhere cool to watch the sun come up.

The first time we had sex, I was drunk. It was just standard fucking. But it was important because I was hesitant to have sex, so it broke that awkward platonic friendship barrier. The second time we were sober… and oh man, it was otherworldly. Everything I’ve ever felt toward him, every deeply personal secret shared, moments of vulnerability, uncanny emotional and physical connection, etc. helped create this almost spiritual experience.

**How It Happened**

Matt and I kissed passionately as he laid me on his bed in a missionary position. It felt like he was trying to draw in my breath to suck in my essence. Like our two souls were traveling through our mouths so they could live together in one body, transferring from me to him and back again. We undressed slowly, savoring every touch, taste, smell, sight, and sound. I’d never felt so present or felt like someone was as present with me. Every molecule in our bodies was pointed toward each other. Read more »

An Orgasm so Strong It Was Scary [FM]

**Prologue**

For a very brief period of time, I hung out with this guy named Jake (not his real name). He was kind of a spoiled brat–his dad was a senior executive at a luxury automobile company that shall remain nameless–but I initially liked him because he did something very sweet for me and my friend (not relevant to the story). The more I got to know him, however, I saw how snobby and douchey he truly was. He’d brag about his money, cars, motorcycles, household gadgets and gizmos, etc. And this one time, I brought him to a friend’s party and he embarrassed me by bringing obnoxious guys and doing coke with them in the bathroom.

He also treated me differently based on my clothes and how I looked overall. When we first hooked up, I was a senior in high school (he was 21), and I hadn’t really grown into a mature wardrobe yet. I was still wearing girl next door preppy clothes, and I kind of looked up to him for his “worldly 21 year old ways” lol. He probably picked up on my naiveté, and our fwb relationship fizzled. Read more »

Fucking a Sexy Stranger in NZ [FM]

**How We Met**

I caught the attention of an extremely attractive guy at a bar in Queenstown, New Zealand that served Long Island iced teas out of tea pots. He looked like an Abercrombie & Fitch model with his tall, athletic physique, dark spiky hair, preppy polo, perfect bone structure, and sensual lips.

It was my first time out of the U.S. by myself (I joined a tour for 20 somethings once I landed in NZ), and I had no idea that my country’s version of dancing was considered risque in other cultures. There I was, doing my thing, when this group of guys congregated around me like I was some kind of one-woman-show. I saw Mr. tall, dark, and handsome in the gang of spectators, brought him off the dance floor and over to a table, shamelessly flirted for a bit, then asked him if he wanted to take a walk. Read more »