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I deepthroated a neighbor in his car [FM]

Full disclosure: we lived within a couple of (walking) minutes from each other, but we actually met through Tinder. On our first date, I did not feel compelled to return for a second one, but I was horny and so was he. So I started planting seeds in the dinner conversation.

“So what are you looking for on Tinder?”

“I don’t know, I’d like to find a girlfriend, have a good time. How about yourself?”

“I am only looking for a good time.”

As it happens, none of us could host that night, so he offered to drive me home. I accepted, and it immediately became obvious that driving me home actually meant driving to the marina in our area first. Hmmm. I was no teenager, you know? But I looked down at the bulge in his pants and it was easy to accept the deal. He very visibly had a huge cock.

He parked at a secluded spot and hit me with the small talk. Thankfully, this all happened during a particularly assertive moment in my life, and I was not in the mood for wasting time.

“Unzip your pants.”

My RAOBJ was a boring date but a great fuck [FM]

I can’t say that many of my boring dates led me to swirling my tongue around a good load of sperm, but I do love a good exception to the rule.

The thing with RAOBJ dating, to call it that, is that the promise of sex salvages otherwise boring meetups. On Tinder, this date would have ended with polite excuses as soon as we split the bill amicably. But this time we lingered after one too many awkward silences, after a rather boring conversation, if only because he knew I’d be down on my knees and sucking his big dick.

It was only fair to assume that… since I had advertised it on Reddit.

I know no one is surprised that it turned out to be so boring in practice, but I honestly was. On paper, everything had looked good: he was handsome, successful, likely single, kind, and horny. The only thing missing was, well, IRL chemistry. That should have ended the date at the bill, shouldn’t it?

But I was horny, so was he, and we needed to get off. Read more »

His to Take [MF] [forced breeding, blurred consent]

*Hi, perverts! Since tags sometimes get skipped as we fap-read, this is a reminder that this story mentions forced breeding and blurred consent that still leads everyone to cum happily. Please do not read this story if you are sensitive to those topics.*

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“I am all yours to take,” she finally conceded, in a mental universe where she was both aware and ingenuous about the meaning of her words.

Uttered months after they had committed to each other, they did not come lightly. The slow build up to them played part in imbuing them with significance. Still, it can’t be said that she had fully thought through the ultimate consequences of what she called upon, what she enabled.

It was a rather uncharacteristic moment for her. Her everyday chess thinking was always five moves ahead; she was one of those infuriating people who remember to buy milk a day before the gallon is down to a single glass, who finish wrapping the last of their holiday shopping on Black Friday weekend. In the heat of the moment, perhaps, she had said something that she had not planned, fully envisioned. Read more »

His to Take [MF] [forced breeding, blurred consent] [FM] [30s]

*Hi, perverts! Since tags sometimes get skipped as we fap-read, this is a reminder that this story mentions forced breeding and blurred consent that still leads everyone to cum happily. Please do not read this story if you are sensitive to those topics.*

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“I am all yours to take,” she finally conceded, in a mental universe where she was both aware and ingenuous about the meaning of her words.

Uttered months after they had committed to each other, they did not come lightly. The slow build up to them played part in imbuing them with significance. Still, it can’t be said that she had fully thought through the ultimate consequences of what she called upon, what she enabled.

It was a rather uncharacteristic moment for her. Her everyday chess thinking was always five moves ahead; she was one of those infuriating people who remember to buy milk a day before the gallon is down to a single glass. In the heat of the moment, perhaps, she had said something that she had not planned, fully envisioned.

What she for once had not overanalyzed, thought hard into the land of the overprocessed ridiculous, he had very much mentally dissected on her behalf. Read more »

Friday at the Adult Store [F20/M40][FMMMM][CNC, gangbang, painal, humiliation, nymphomania]

*Most of my stories get straight to, well, action, but this one doesn’t. The build up is long. Some themes that deserve a content warning: CNC, painal, humiliation, depictions of sexual obsession/nymphomania, exploitation.*

It might seem her story started when she stepped through the doors of the run-down sex shop. The beginning of a plot of weekend debauchery of a woman too precious, of a night of fortune for the perverts who simply were at the right place at the right time. And she was horny, yes. It is true she was driven to the shop by the sensations burning up her insides, making her crave the warmth of sperm covering her cervix.

What she was not: lost. Stunts like this can seldom be pulled last minute just because you wanna fuck. They aren’t a blip caused by kink brain. Her consolidation into a slut that offered herself up to glory hole strangers happened over time, only when she exhausted all the other possible avenues to satisfy her hunger. Read more »

The day I deepthroated an older guy at a beach near me [FM]

Some years ago, in a particularly dry season for my sex life, I kept my eyes open in dark corners of the internet to see what was out there. Man, some people post some really risky stuff out there! I read those mostly for entertainment. Mostly.

There was a guy who used to post a lot in an area near me. He invited people to masturbate with him in his car at the beach early in the mornings. I thought that was pretty ballsy and kept scrolling.

But they say repeated exposure normalizes things, and I started to wonder what this guy’s rise and shine routine was like in practice. You probably see where this is going… one day, curiosity got the best of me.

I set my alarm and went to the beach, dressed in sports clothing. I went for a light jog. There were many places he could be parked, and I didn’t really know what to expect. Because it was so early, there were few cars, but I had no idea of how to find him. I had not reached out for more details. I jogged slowly a couple of times and found a handful of cars with single men inside, but nothing that would give him away. I gave up that day. Read more »

I gave a guy my panties in an underground parking lot downtown [FM] [then 22F, 42M]

In my youth, I had a talent for meeting up with older perverts (thank you, Craigslist). I once met a rare and extremely handsome man. You know, that type that looks like y’all’s favorite retired unretired now divorced football player. He said he was single and free of STDs. I did not believe him for one minute. Still, I was young, dumb, and horny.

I was ready to play when I made my wardrobe choices. I wore a short, colorful dress and a particularly small pair of pink panties. Let’s just say: I was feeling it.

For some reason, Mr Stereotypically Handsome didn’t compel me when we met up. Most people would think that I’d be fanning myself and waiting to have his dick down my throat, right? But something just didn’t click. I knew I would ignore his future messages. Something about one’s budget getting spent entirely in the looks department, maybe. But he had driven a good while to meet me, and I did not want to go empty handed. I asked where he was parked.

His car was at in the underground parking in the tourist area downtown. The area that was packed full on that hot and humid summer weekend. Read more »

My Welcome to the Neighborhood / The Pleasure of Being Unknown [FM]

I have never been the kind of person who can flirt with friends of my friends at their party. I must have turned down dozens of promising advances simply because they were too close to existing nodes of my social network. I don’t know; maybe it is the potential for augmented shame in rejection. Maybe I am just not good at reading others’ body language. Maybe, in all honesty, I just have commitment issues.

This is why I cherish the opportunities to fuck that pop up in times and places where I a complete stranger. It is hot to hear a man whisper your name when he is cumming, but it can be hotter to hear the fake name you gave him.

I was sitting by myself in a restaurant booth when he sat across me in his own. We held eye contact briefly, unafraid to acknowledge each other. It was the start of a game of flirting, traditional and cliched: I pushed my hair back, baring the skin of my neck, chest, and shoulders, all uncovered by my strapless dress. He smiled placidly, looking at me longer than he looked at the menu. I crossed my long legs, letting the fabric rise to reveal more than was needed. He shifted in his seat, angling to face me directly. The game was only interrupted by his chat with the waitress… and by a work email I could not ignore. Read more »

My RAOBJ was a boring date but a great fuck [FM]

The thing with RAOBJ dating, to call it that, is that the promise of sex salvages otherwise boring meetups. On Tinder, this date would have ended with polite excuses as soon as we split the bill amicably. But this time we lingered after one too many awkward silences, after a rather boring conversation, if only because he knew I’d be down on my knees and sucking his big dick. It was only fair to assume since I had advertised that on Reddit.

I know no one is surprised that it turned out to be so boring in practice, but I honestly was as, on paper, everything had looked good: he was handsome, successful, likely single, kind, and horny. The only thing missing was, well, IRL chemistry. That should have ended the date at the bill, shouldn’t it?

But I was horny, so was he, and we needed to get off.

Perhaps I should spare you the comedy of errors that took place that late autumn evening. How his huge dog lost his shit when we got to his house and I thought I’d be the victim of an interspecies unaliving, how he tried to do small talk in his cluttered living room, how I awkwardly tried to bring the chat to our mutual interest and instead landed us on this conversational spiral down to hell. Read more »

A Locker Room Workout [FF] [30s] [Cheating]

*Disclaimer: Mentions and depictions of cheating in this one.*

I’ve never been invested in exploring social life at the gym. I go, I exercise, I mind my own business. It didn’t take long for the parade of beautiful curves in the locker room nude to become background noise I filtered while stripping out of my own sweaty clothes.

There was something about her, however, that captured me since the moment our eyes met. Love at first sight, really, without realizing it. After all, how could one realize that love has been found in the powerlifting class?

She was not a gym bombshell, an athleisure model. Her beauty was partly in her relatability: in a world of difference, she was like me. A good wife, a good mom, a good citizen fighting to gather enough minutes for herself, not for others. There were wrinkles around her eyes, whites in her hair, a healthy dose of sag in her boobs. Legs to die for, I learned by locker room day two. Read more »