Author: teachers_throwawayy

This is the story of how the worst break-up conversation of all time stunningly turned into an indescribably hot fuck. Making it out of this conversation alive felt like a true triumph, and then somehow, by the end, we were ripping each others’ clothes off. This is too long, so skip to the ******* for “the good stuff.”

So, the first thing to know about Zoe is that she is viciously smart — like, smarter than everyone. If she was in your college class, you’d definitely be scared to be wrong about something, and if you were, she’d definitely let everyone know it. Not in an intellectual-dick-measuring kind of way (usually), but because she was a very serious student and she was very good at it. A professor-in-the-making. She’s a radical, queer, feminist who wrote essays on philosophy and politics for lit-magazines and made weird artwork, and genuinely *terrified* most men. Swoon. Read more »

Here is another story about my fwb Zara — my last post is the story of our first night together. I also wrote a version of this last year on an old account, but here is the second draft.

I’ve described us both the best I could, but for the visual learners you can always message me and I might just send my nudes. I won’t share her pics, but for a very close approximation check out this woman: https://www.reddit.com/r/Afrodisiac/comments/b7qvn5/im_in_the_mood_for_takeout/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf. God damn, right?

So, after our insanely hot first night together, Zara and I immediately became fiends for one another. It was hard not to sext all day. We’d try to have a cute daytime date and we’d end up rushing home to fuck. We never ever finished a movie we tried to watch. One time, after a sweet romantic date, we ended up fucking in the car immediately afterwards. The magnetism we felt was just unreal. Read more »

I posted a version of this story a year ago on an old account, but thought it’d be fun to revise and repost. Skip to the ********* if you want to get right to the fuckfest. Also, feel free to message me if you like the story– I love to share pictures and stories with cute women especially.

My looks: I’m white, with dark features thanks to some Italian heritage. Some have called me swarthy. I’m blessed to be 6’2 with a bit of the muscle from my youth sports career. Lots of chest and facial hair. Big, pink lips that people seem to like. Strong jaw, chin, and brow that get me Rob Pattinson comparisons. I usually have a beard or a mustache, and medium-long hair that gives me a bit of an arty style. You could say I’m kind of the stereotype of the tall-lanky-big-dicked guy (proof on my profile for the visual learners). At the time I was 26.

Set up: We matched on Bumble — to my surprise. I’d had plenty of luck on apps like that on the years, but rarely with black women for whatever reason. Even more rarely from stunningly beautiful black women like Zara—she looked like she could land an athlete or anyone else she wanted. So, I was flattered to even match with her. Read more »