Author: Strange_Pangolin_686

The Time I Made Out With a Lesbian and Got to Second Base After a Party

35/M here. At the time of this story I must have been about 24

While I was still in the San Francisco Bay Area I had been attending a bunch of Meetups with this one specific group and drinking was definitely involved. I had managed to get to know a few people from this group pretty well, enough to see a few of them outside of Meetup. I was invited to a birthday of one of the members of the group, whom I didn’t know particularly well, by the particular young woman this story involves. Let’s call her London.

How would I describe her. She was a little younger than me, maybe 22. She was a plus size type, but my oh my was she sexy as hell. She had an adorable round face, with a cute nose, and brown eyes. Short hair that was cut to around her ears (I am horrible with hairstyles), that was dyed jet black. She had eye liner on, but little make up besides that. And what she was wearing that night. She wore jeans and sandals on the bottom, with a top that drew your eyes to her humongous tits. They looked as if they were about to pop out of the low cut top and the confines of her bra, that looked like it had a very hard job. Over that she wore a nice looking jacket on top. Read more »

Cocktease

You, my wife of ten years, enter the coffee shop and wave as you see me, quickly walking my way. You sit down at the table. I’ve already ordered your favorite, a fancy latte, and it’s on the table right in front of you. Gosh you look gorgeous. You have just taken your lunch break from work, you are in your work clothes. Your hair put up in a professional bun, giving me lots of chances to gaze at your long sexy neck. Your eyes are lit up, obviously work has been going well. A conservative, white work blouse. You know those business types. No messing around with those briefs. Professional, not much flair, nothing but the slightest hint of the luscious DDs hidden beneath. All topped off, or should I say bottomed out, with a nice pair of slacks. No skirts at work. You like to be taken seriously.

I adjust the hem of my own slacks and tighten my tie as you look at me quizzically.

“What is it, babe? What was so important that you had to meet me right now? What couldn’t we talk about at home?” Read more »

Nude at Home

[This is a work of fantasy, although it is something I have fantasized about quite alot. “I” refers to me, a straight male. “You” refers to, well you, a straight female. I have deliberately left descriptions vague to make it more enjoyable for the reader. I have chosen not to give “you” a name for the same reason. Enjoy.]

I lean into you, getting cozy on the couch. You are resting your head on my shoulder, I can feel your hair against my neck. We are both sitting, flicking through the channels on tv and I tell you to choose one already. You stick your beautiful tongue out at me and flick to the Discovery channel. I can’t complain about that one can I? We are two juniors in university who met when we were both Sophomores. We’ve been dating basically since we first met. I saw you coming out of class and worked up the guts to ask you out, and the rest as they say is history.

You click on the Discovery Channel and a naked man is presented on the screen. Not entirely naked, there is a blur covering his goodies. Read more »

Taking Advantage of a Sprained Ankle. Mine, that is.

Back in university I felt I was always in a rush. I would rush to labs and lectures and then rush back to my dorm room for some r/R. It was on one particular day of rushing that I ended up spraining my ankle. The dorm was build on a hill and I lived on the basement level. I was rushing down the stairwell (I’m not sure why) and making the last turn when I did something really dumb. I don’t know if it is my impulsive ADHD brain that has a tendency towards bad decisions, or something else, but for some reason I decided to push myself off the hand rail and jump down the last few steps to the floor.

Bad idea. Next thing I know my leg is pounding with pain as I land with my ankle twisting on the floor at an odd angle. I immediately fell on my ass, my legs giving out in pain. When I am finally able to get my head straight to figure out what happened, I manage to think through the pain and try to get to my feet.

I can’t, it is too painful. Read more »