[F]ucking my dirty old Airbnb host

Back in October I was in another city for a wedding, renting a really cool Airbnb out in one of the suburbs. It was a little bungalow, and the owner lived in another house next door. I met him when, embarrassingly, I couldn’t find the key to get in. It wasn’t super late, but I still felt shitty calling a dude at 9:30pm on a Thursday because I’m an idiot.

The man who walked over looked extremely good for a late-fifty something, and generously laughed at my expense — the key was hidden in a planter on the side of the house, not on the porch, like I thought. I pointed out that the instructions must of been poorly written.

We were off to a great start!

He helped me with my bags, gave me a quick tour of the house, pointing out the amenities (washer/dryer, newly installed Nest, TV, wifi password), the best of which was a fully stocked wine fridge.

“Help yourself to whatever you want.”

“What would you recommend?”

He grabbed a red.

“Mind if I stay for a glass? It’s one of my favorites.”

My only experience [F]ucking a rando[M] craigslist dude.

A few weeks after I turned 18 (2011) I packed my bags and drove over 500 miles to live in my favorite city. I had a modeling job and a studio apartment lined up there and I was quite pleased with myself. I felt very adult although (I didn’t realize) I was still a naive teenager.

Once I got to my apartment and unpacked my stuff (basically just clothes) I showered, put on my sexiest lingerie, did my hair and makeup, and broke out the bottle of wine I’d been saving for the occasion. Obviously I wanted someone to celebrate with. Tinder did not yet exist. I daringly went on Craigslist “casual encounters” section intending to find a hot twenty-something or thirty-something guy who was looking for a one-nighter. I wasn’t sure if I would be daring enough to go through with it but I was getting soaking wet scrolling through the gallery of local cock offerings.

2018 is of[f] to an a[m]azing start!

As I gather my things for a night of drinking and dancing I wonder how my night will end up, New Years Eve is always an exciting night. I meet up with my girlfriends to grab a bus into the city. The whole bus ride is spent gossiping and catching up, anticipating the rest of the night. Once downtown we walk to our friend’s apartment, through the holiday lights of the city. We are greeted by a receptionist at the door, and grab an elevator up to the apartment.

The next hour is girl time: putting on our makeup, doing our hair, getting dressed, and taking photos in our New Years outfits. I straighten my long blonde hair, pull on a tight skirt highlighting my petite body, and a black tank top with a sheer back. One of my friends fills us in about her new boy, while making sure us single ladies know which guys in our group are available.

When the guys show up do a few shots and party gets started. One tall, dark haired guy catches my attention, my friend is quick to inform me that he is one of the single guys she mentioned.

[M]y first time with [F]oxy Nancy

Long time reader, first time writer. I’m not sure how “wild” this story is, especially given I’ve decided to avoid over-embellishment — so I’ll let you be the judge.

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I’ve met Nancy about a month and a bit after I got out of a 5-year long relationship. It felt almost like a divorce — we did not marry nor had kids, but we’ve already decided on how our future would look like, so like many break-ups, I was emotionally drained and felt unwanted (she initiated it). Naturally I was a bit hesitant when it comes to meeting a new woman; my ego needed some TLC. With that in mind, understand that me venturing into the dating apps scene was a slow yet inevitable process: who doesn’t want an easy way to get acquainted with new people?

Everyone who’s in their 30s knows that first dates are not the same as it was in your 20s. For me, just recalling what’s it’s like to dress up, be confident and basically be a “fun guy” (something I was never good at) was a challenge. Understandably the first few dates I had with women were “meh”: some small talk, getting to know each other and each and single one of them was too mellow to have any follow-up. Generally speaking I consider myself a good conversationalist, but not a *charmer*.

The desk [MF]

Dec 21, as usual, was a dead day at work. Everyone was gone. plant was shut down, offices were empty, nobody was there…except for myself, the work wife, and the CEO of the company.
CEO was acting like a total bitch to the work wife. demanding new airline routes every ten minutes, asking about files she needed two hours ago (only she asked about them 5 minutes before)..just all around rude.

I was there because there was a rule in IT, “if someone is in the office, then one IT person has to be there”. it’s a good rule, helps to ensure that even one user isn’t down nor waiting should SHTF. but that day, I wanted to be gone. my vacation was supposed to start not 2 hours earlier.
Finally, at around 7pm, the CEO has everything she needs, and takes off, leaving me and work wife alone in the office.

the door to the outside hadn’t even fully shut when I rushed into the work wife’s office and started making out with her, and grabbing at her ass and tits.

“god Ive been wanting you since this morning” I breathed into her ear.

A story of summer, of sun, and of skinny dipping. Or: The longest tease of [m]y life

I had known Anne for a long time. We had been roommates back when we were students. We lived in a smallish city of a few hundred thousand, somewhere in Europe. Not a very special city, but nice to live in. Not a lot of traffic, you could bike and walk everywhere, and the city is located directly on a body of water, so you have a nice little coastline promenade and a few boats in the city.

Late night fetlife meet [MF]

I had been talking to the amazing <fetlife user> throughout the day, she was working night shift and I wanted to keep her company. Approaching midnight her shift had gone to hell and I could tell she needed comfort.

She was driving home much earlier than normal, it was about 1am and said she was going home to a beer and movies, I thought about it for a few minutes, based on her tone I wasn’t happy with that. Even though we had never met, we had established such a great connection over the time we have been chatting that I felt comfortable with the idea of just holding her all night and tasting her lips and listening to her vent.

“Actually I’m ordering you to come over. We can snuggle after I’ve destroyed you. (Insert address here)”

“As you wish X”

I jumped in the shower to wake me up, it was far past my bedtime. She texted me when she arrived and I came to the door. Opening it, I was quite stunned at how gorgeous she was. Her skin is so flawless and every inch of her just struck me as pretty. She came inside and I pulled her into me, holding her head as we passionately kissed. Everything turned me on, her smell, her feel, just gorgeous.

[MF] She was naughty!

So if you check my history, you will know who Vicki is. Lunch breaks became more interesting. She seemed to need attention and I was ready to give it to her. She liked that I wouldn’t chase her and I just take what I wanted. This lunch we went to get buy ice cream for people at work. Still light out and not too far into the shift, but I was still sweating due to the heat. Me: “let’s go get ice cream to cool down” Vicki: “now? It’s only been 2 hours.” Me: ? “maybe I want to see how you use that tongue?” Vicki: “I’ll suck your dick and you’ll want to marry me” me: “prove it!” Vicki: “fine let’s get ice cream”

We clock into lunch and get in her car, I drive because she offered. So we are trying to find a spot, I pull over and not 30 secs later a vehicle drives slowly by us. Me: “nope, moving on.” Next spot a state trooper rolls by (this warehouse isn’t exactly in the greatest neighborhood, it was common to see hookers on the corner a block away). About 10 mins later out of 30 mins available, she is backing out Vicki: “let’s just get the ice cream.” Me: “you’re sucking my dick! Fuck that ice cream!”

[FF] My Wife’s First Lesbian Experience

(WARNING) Long story ahead.

If you want to stay and read then cool if not, then have a nice day or night.

This is the story of my wife’s first lesbian experience, as well as her first time ever cheating on me

So my wife and I have been together now for a total of 7 years. this story predates our marriage by about 3 years or so. my wife (gf at the time) were exploring our sexuality. we were 19 or 20 at the time. one day she admitted to me that she was interested in having a lesbian experience. she confessed that she had always been attracted to women growing up but never wanted to act on those impulses due to a strict upbringing.

being the energetic boyfriend i was at the time i nearly fell out of my chair in shock, not because of what she wanted but because if i had played my cards right then i could get that ever elusive FFM threesome. (spoiler alert, i didnt play them right) so we talked about it and came to the conclusion that we would invite one of our mutual friends over. this friend of ours is “bisexual” but heavily leans towards women and femme guys.

[FM] Tinder fuck buddies with emotions

I saw this guy on Tinder, his profile just said “Lion, 24” and there was a photo of him in dark shades sitting on the bow of a boat sailing pristine seas. I swiped right and we instantly matched. “Hey!”, Lion quickly said and the rest is a blur. We moved to Viber and planned to meet up that night at my place. I met him in the parking lot at almost midnight, hopped into his car and he asked: “Aren’t you afraid I’m a killer?” “No” I answered. He kissed me deeply and passionately as if we had known each other for a long time. He grabbed my breasts as I felt out his rock hard cock beneath his sweatpants. It was dark but we looked each other in the eyes and smirked. “Let’s go up”, I coaxed and he obliged.

We ran up to my room. Our eyes were glued to each other as the elevator climbed the floors in what felt like an eternity then we rushed down the hall and I fumbled with my keys. We tumbled into my room and just as the door closed behind him, he pinned me up against the door and began kissing me wildly, biting and gasping between kisses. He was rough, raw, wild, untamed. He spun me around and started grinding he hard cock against my ass while he reached his hand into my pants to check how wet I was—soaking wet.