Author: tafleisiwr

A Long Lunch [MF]

I had met this particular fuckbuddy – let’s call her Ffion – at a Christmas burlesque show when I was in my late 20s. She was a decade older than me, worked a high-powered job, did a load of charitable work (for which she’d later be honoured with a BEM), and was a fine figure of voluptuous gorgeousness that was set off by her dark hair, full lips, and exquisite taste in shoes.

Let’s fast forward to a random January day. Ffion invited herself over for lunch. I took that literally and was ready to cook something or go out somewhere. But I would soon discover that Ffion had other plans.

She rang the doorbell, and I greeted her with a passionate kiss. In one movement she stepped around the door and pushed it shut behind her, dropping to her knees as she somehow worked within the width of the door I’d been holding open a moment earlier. She unzipped my flies and pulled my cock out, which had been gently hardening from the kiss. It was obvious what Ffion wanted for starters. Seconds after she’d entered my house, those beautiful full red lips were wrapped around the tip of my cock. I let out an involuntary moan at the unexpected pleasure, which only encouraged Ffion. Read more »

An Uzi and a Rocket Launcher [MF]

“I’m more likely to get an uzi and a rocket launcher than full sex with you.” There was no mistaking what Nancy really wanted from her latest in a many-month-long string of emails. Gone was the gentle flirting: she was setting her cards firmly on the table.

We had met over a year previously. She had been dating a friend of mine and I’d considered her off-limits, but in retrospect my stupid teenaged brain should have been better at reading the signs. She always wanted to sit next to me when out with friends. We’d kept in very regular, downright flirty touch after going to different universities, both now 18 and as single-ish as poly people that age ever are. We’d made it through to what for me, reading a useless arts subject, was to be a long Easter break; for her in those heady days of bursaries to study professional degrees, she had her flat in halls to herself.

So I congratulated her on her uzi and her rocket launcher – she at first couldn’t believe her luck, but I reassured her that I was completely serious – and arranged for her to meet me at the main station in the distant northern city she was studying in. And so I settled in for the long, slow (InterCity Cross Country, how many Midlands towns can you stop in?) train journey to a strange city. Read more »

Dice [MMF]

Annie, my long-term FWB, and I had met Dave for coffee. The conversation had flowed just as we’d hoped. He was in his mid-20s, as slim as I had been at that age over a decade ago, with his hair buzzed short and a filthy glint in his eyes as Annie dropped innuendo after innuendo on him. It was all her fault, naturally: she carried the confidence of a free spirit in her early 30s with the same sensual grace that she carried the amplest of amble bosoms.

We had discussed how our plan for today was all about some good, sensual buttfucking. The anticipation was almost reflecting off the mirror as we struggled to maintain decency in the lift, from which we bounded to the sanctuary of our hotel room.

I picked up the dice I had placed on the desk as Annie and I had planned this earlier, and started explaining the rules to Dave. “We’re going to roll to see who gets to fuck whose arse today. It’s alphabetical: so if we roll a 1 or a 2 Annie’s the centrepiece, a 3 or a 4 it’s you, and a 5 or a 6 and it’s me. The lower number in each pair means that the first player alphabetically gets to fuck that arse – and I can tell you Annie’s really good with her strap-on.” I stole a brief kiss from Annie. Her delectable smile was too good to resist. She gave me a meaningful look, and I continued. “The remaining player will muffle the centrepiece’s moans with their cock or pussy.” Read more »