Author: tosad22

Barcelona Teens With So-So Self Esteem [Group]

A few years ago I was in Barcelona with my wife for six months. We fuck around a bit with others (which you can read about in my other stories – more coming soon). This story just involves me. Or, actually, me and some sexy Spanish girls (all above 18). There is no sex strictly speaking in the story, but it’s an especially fond memory that I suspect will be with me forever.

I was at the beach as usual on a surprisingly warm early May afternoon, reading and admiring the scenery. For me, the Barcelona beach is the sexiest beach in Europe. Others on Ibiza or Mallorca or the Greek isles may have more magazine-ready bodies or more naked people or more dtf girls, but Barcelona has just the right mix of normal people who have lowered their inhibitions and locals of all ages who have low inhibitions to begin with.

I didn’t speak much Spanish, so I usually talked to other foreigners. Today was different, in part because I didn’t initiate anything. Read more »

[MFF] Girls With High Self-Esteem on the Barcelona Beach 2

I pick up girls for me and my wife to fuck – and I’m pretty good at estimating her taste. I’ve only gotten it completely wrong twice, and both times things were incredibly awkward, testing our marriage a little bit and giving everyone involved a minor anxiety attack. This story is about a girl who was almost the third.

As in the previous story, I was on the Barcelona beach. It was a sunny day in early June, the sand thronged with people – which is, oddly, worse for picking up girls than the shoulder seasons (April, May, September) where people are more relaxed and there is less of a spectacle.

I arrived early afternoon and sat down near some girls speaking some sort of Scandinavian language, I think. Nordic girls, to make an irresponsible, sweeping generalisation, are down to fuck like no one else: no-strings-attached is basically built into their DNA; they spend all winter working on their bodies; and because their summer is so relatively short, the sun makes them as horny as convent girls. Read more »

[MFF] Girls With High Self-Esteem on the Barcelona Beach

April and May are the best months at the Barcelona beach. It’s mostly locals during the week and sun-starved northern European tourists at the weekend.

And nearly everyone is topless.

It’s a paradise of tits: all shapes, sizes and ages. Everyone has been pent up and repressed over the winter, and the beach hasn’t yet reached its overcrowded summer heights, so the proportion of girls who aren’t afraid of showing their funbags is remarkably high.

For a voyeur like me, there are few things better than walking the beach from the full-nude section down toward the W Hotel all the way up to the full-nude section near the kite-surfers. I’ve seen more tits in an hour-long walk there than my grandfather probably saw in his life. (Or maybe not: my grandmother, after his death, talked about their voracious sex life more than I wanted to hear – but you get the point.) Read more »

The Bulge Chronicles part 1

I wasn’t good with girls in high school. An only child with a single mother, I was great in conversations with middle-aged women, unsurpassed at searching for father figures, and absolutely terrified of girls my age. The only ones I ever dated or went to dances with in high school were the ones who asked me out.

In college, I dated one girl for a long time and only a couple others saw my dick. Which is why I was so surprised, at age 22, when a German girl I had sex with told me “that’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen.” We stayed together for nearly two years, and it was my sexual awakening. Things that I had heard about from friends were suddenly possible for me: she wanted to show me off, so we tried a threesome; I had the confidence to hang free, so we went to a nude beach, and then to many more; I learned that I had a dom side and we experimented with BDSM. Read more »

Our young neighbour [MF] [35] [F] [22]

I live in the financial district. It’s a strange place to live for anyone, but it’s especially strange for me – because I don’t work in finance or insurance or anything like that. I just love the energy here, the restaurants, the coffee shops, the people walking back and forth each day with so much purpose. The lack of community here (which is the reason so many others hate it) is a benefit for me; I don’t have to deal with any of that bullshit, and especially not kids. What kind of person would raise kids in a financial district?

It turns out there are people who do – but that’s not what this story is about. A kid does play a role, though, right at the beginning: he was walking down the street just in front of my building, wearing an orange pumpkin hat. It was last Halloween – the pre-pandemic one when life wasn’t such a clusterfuck. My dislike of kids doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate a funny child every once in a while, and this guy was actually really good, a comic master at age 4. Read more »

On a crowded train in London Town

In a pre-pandemic world…

I plan the first journey. You go to the front of Top Shop at Oxford Circus, arriving a few minutes before 5pm. I spot your bright blue scarf and the very short skirt, but I don’t let you see me.

At 5 exactly you start going down the stairs into the Underground. How easy life is now that Apple syncs everyone’s phones to the second. There’s a crush of people, almost but not quite touching, at the bottom of the stairs. Turning toward the gates, a hand brushes your ass. You don’t turn around – you can’t turn around, by our agreement – and you wonder if it was me or if it was someone else.

As you get on the escalator to descend, I’m about 10 people behind you and I can see that you’re getting a lot of attention. The skirt you wore is almost too short for decency. And your bra-less nipples are clearly on point and waving for attention with every step you take. I can already feel myself getting hard, and I suspect there are many men on this escalator who feel similarly. They just wish they could do what I’m going to do. Read more »

A young tease gets her just deserts at the lakehouse

I fucking hate the sound of lawnmowers. Why does everyone like summer so much – it’s hot and sticky and these machines are everywhere. Mowers, blowers, weed-cutters, hedge trimmers.

At least these idiots are going now – leave us in peace, you cunts. Especially now. Especially today. I haven’t had a moment alone with Charlotte in weeks. Yesterday at the pool party her tits were totally out of control; at least half the guys there, even the ones my age, had moments were you could see them hide their cocks from growing into tentpoles.

“Bye, Guys,” I say as I step out of the car. Three teenage boys, all sweat-stained and staring at the ground, grunt back as they close the gate on the trailer and pile into a white Tommy’s Lawn Care truck. A quick wave and they’re gone.

And suddenly it is quiet. Those boys were apparently the only lawn crew in the area. I can feel my heart flutter a bit – it’s like I’m a teenager again. It’s just going to be us two. Charlotte and me. There’s no logical explanation for why she makes me feel like this: she’s half my age and I actually like her mother more than her. Tits are a bit smaller, but her confidence and self-possession is incredible. Charlotte, on the other hand, is young enough that she still flirts with every guy in a ten-mile radius. It’s embarrassing to watch them trip over themselves to please her. Read more »