Author: you-look-good

[MF] Natalie – The Start of a Marriage Ending Affair

“Damn it! But I’m good at sex!” Natalie playfully purred as she gripped my swelling cock through my tight black pants. I delicately buttoned her shirt back up over her silk leopard print bra which was trying and failing to contain her impossible looking gravity defying D’s.

“I’m in no doubt of that, haha…”

I’m a professor at a commuter college in a nowhere city with an older than average student body. At the time of this story I was 35, pretty green, just starting my second full-time year, but not yet a permanent hire. I’d been thrown a senior level class and was determined to inspire the shit out of those students! I’m a charismatic guy, my evaluations have mentioned that I’m a sharp dresser (totally inappropriate comment for an evaluation, by the way) and that I’m “funny, hilarious even.” And just for context – I am NOT ugly.

After the first class of the semester this 25ish woman came to the front and starts in with the excuses. “Hi! I’m Natalie” (super enthusiastic) “I’m going to miss next Tuesday because of a family obligation, but I took notes on the assignment, and I saw on the syllabus it’s individual check-ins on the first assignment…” Read more »

[MF] Maria – Wild and Wasted One Night Stand with an Athletic Club Girl

“You look good.” Always what you want to hear when you’ve complied with an order to strip by a stranger. Buck naked, feeling a little awkward, and more than a little wasted, my new friend Maria rakes her eyes over me with a lascivious smirk.

I used to party. (Not so much – or really at all – anymore). But what does that even mean, “party”. Once you answer the coded question, “Do you like to party?” in the affirmative you’re basically crossed the threshold to being a free-use vessel for intoxicants and lust until dawn.

I’m out one night, down to party. Although I’m a hipster at heart, I like to party with norm-core girly-girls. Something about picking up the type of woman who would have sneered at me in high school really turns my crank. So, I’m at a shitty club-jams spot four gimlets deep and feeling it. This athletically thick, tall, pretty girl with doe eyes, curly brunette hair and buttery olive skin keeps catching my glances. She’s mirroring my moves and smiling. Here’s what works for me to meet new friends; I like to dance – to move with creativity and athleticism. I’m able to have fun all on your own and respect people’s personal space. When someone does make eyes at me, like this queen, I introduce myself and tap into as much wit, cool, and charm as I can muster. But it’s way too loud for all that; so, I gesture to her with upturned palms like, “you want to dance?” She slides into my personal space bubble and puts one hand on my hip and another of my shoulder. Read more »