Making new friends in a Barcelona bar [MF]

Surely I can’t be the only one stuck at home right now, horny as hell and reminiscing about the hot hookups of pre-iso days. And not even necessarily reminiscing about the raunchiest or the kinkiest of the hookups, rather, just some of those really passionate, really fucking enjoyable hookups that still stick in your mind so vividly. Those memories that allow you to lie back in bed all those months or years later and mentally live through each moment agan, like you were still right there.

For example, throwback to that memorable work trip to Barcelona. With a hectic four days of conference schmoozing finally over, I still had two more days to myself, to let my hair down in this gorgeous city before I needed to head home. That evening, after stuffing myself full of delicious tapas and Spanish wine, my tipsy self stumbled across an English comedy show in a cute little bar, down a random alleyway in the heart of the Gothic quarter of the city. The show was down in the bar’s basement, and by the time I’d arrived, the area around the tiny stage was already packed with people, and there was only standing-room remaining. I ordered myself a beer and claimed a spot for myself, standing just behind the main seating area with a decent view of the stage.

Fun with my gym admirer [MF]

Monday and Thursday evenings. That’s generally when you’ll find me at the gym in my unit complex. I always pick the treadmill to the far right, the one by the floor-to-ceiling window that looks out over the complex. I choose that particular treadmill because I love peering up at all the units as I’m running, getting little snippets of my neighbours. I will often make up detailed stories of what their lives must be like, to distract me as my body screams out to me in pain. And as much as all these units are on display to me, I kinda feel like I’m on display to them too. I often imagine there are neighbours out there, watching me from the privacy of their living rooms as I work away on the treadmill, and continuing to watch me even after my run, as I move out onto the adjacent deck to do my cool down exercises and stretches. The thought of being watched always motivates me to keep my form and to keep running, but it also excites the inner exhibitionist in me. Working out always makes me a little horny anyway (I blame all the pheromones), but the thought of being watched just gets me really worked up.

Mixing work and pleasure on a business trip [MF]

Throwback to that memorable work trip to Singapore. It was always going to be a busy schedule of meetings and events for this trip, with little time for leisure activities, always having to be in business mode. That afternoon’s event was a lunch function – one of these corporate events where you take a seat at a random table, get served lunch and listen to some presentations, and you can either get really lucky or really unlucky depending upon who you find yourself next to and are stuck networking with for the next couple of hours. Thankfully that day, I was ‘stuck’ next to you. You were around my age, maybe a little older, amazing blue eyes, trimmed beard, great smile. We picked up on each other’s Aussie accents straight away. Our conversation throughout the event was comfortable, professional, but definitely veiled with some playful flirting. At the end of the event, we exchanged business cards and promised to try to look out for one other at the other conference events over the following days.

Driving [f]our hours to cheer up [m]y FWB.

*Disclaimer: This story is probably pretty vanilla as far as this subreddit goes – it’s just a fun, memorable experience I was recently reminiscing about so wanted to write it out. So if wild, kinky, risque stories are your kinda thing, this probably won’t do it for you!*

___

James and I first met back when we were both young, horny uni students. We were part of the same friendship circles and while we quickly realised that our personalities were too different for a relationship between us ever to work, we did discover that we were really sexually compatible and started a great FWB arrangement (which I swear was 95% responsible for getting me through uni).

After we both graduated, James moved interstate for work, and so while we’d still occasionally hook up for a night of fun if we were ever both single and found ourselves in the same city, or exchanged the odd dirty messages, it became much more about the ‘friend’ part than the ‘benefits’. We’d update one another on developments in our lives, give each other frank advice on stuff and lend an ear to each other whenever necessary.

Naughty conversations with a Redditor on Boxing Day [F]

It’s your typical Boxing Day in Australia, lazing around with the extended family, grazing on leftovers, watching the cricket, trying to stay cool, you know the deal. But this year, I also had you to entertain me. You, the witty, flirty, mysterious, sexy Redditor I had met through r/r4r a few months ago. With the time difference between us, I had just finished lunch while you were settling into bed after an eventful Christmas Day. You were tipsy and very horny tonight, just the way I like you.

“Oh what I would do to you if you were in my bed tonight,” you messaged.

My heart beat quickened immediately upon reading your message. After months of chatting to one another, exchanging plenty of dirty messages, I had developed an almost Pavlovian-type response to seeing a Kik notification from you. Your words just had an effect on me, and I couldn’t explain it, but I knew I liked it.

“Please indulge me,” I replied, “Although if you get me too excited, I might need to find some privacy. Currently surrounded by family…”