[FM] – 22/29 – From Reddit to the Bay Area with Sex, Weed and Burritos

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Been on a sex dry spell for 3 weeks and been going a tad bit crazy. I made two posts looking for some fun. Many replies but had no one that caught my eye a lot. This guy was one of the 5-6 I replied to with a kik. He had something about him that caught my eye, mostly the sexy eyes.

I went on to this thinking it was going to be good, but he exceeded my expectations. Let’s call him Raymond. He was an extremely handsome guy visiting San Francisco during days I was also going to be in town.

Like the usual, skip to *** for sexy time

Meeting Room [FF]

Ever since Anna joined the company I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes off of her.

Out of 17 software engineers, there had only ever been one other woman in the office — apart from myself, of course — and she wasn’t exactly “fantasy material”, to put it delicately. Anna joining the team provided some much-needed eye candy.

Everything about her drove me crazy… the way her pencil skirts hugged her tight little ass; the way her breasts fought the thin fabric of her blouses; even just her lips curling every time she smiled at me.

Every morning, on the drive to work, I would look forward to seeing her, to experience one small second of pure lust the moment she walked through the door.

She found me daydreaming at my desk. I had been staring half-asleep at the screen for the best part of the morning after a long Sunday night of drinking and watching vampire movies alone.

“Good weekend, Erin?”

She took me skinny dipping. [MF]

I’ve been dying to tell this story. It’s one of my favorite sexual memories.

Quite a while ago, my girlfriend brought up the crazy idea of skinny dipping. I’d never done this before and was extremely excited to do so. We were staying at her mom’s house, which is quite a beautiful place. In her backyard, there’s a pool and a small pool house next to it. Normally the pool house is rented to people via AirBnb, but we slyly asked if anybody was going to be staying there following night. We got the all-clear. It was going to happen.

It was dark and we didn’t turn on any lights, but the moonlight was plenty. We came outside with clothes on, and began to slowly strip and set all of our clothes carefully on the concrete. It was chilly out, so I grabbed her by the waste and her body felt warm. We kissed or a while, both shivering and eager to get in the water.

Fucking my coworker – hottest sex of my life [MF]

This is a story of the hottest night of sex I’ve ever had. It’s my first time writing and posting here, so feedback is appreciated! But before I reach the story, allow me to frame the situation a bit.

I think we all understand the appeal of one night stands. You meet someone out, probably at a bar, maybe have an awkward conversation before you realize that there’s some chemistry, or maybe your drunken state gives you that endless confidence to interact with her like you’re god’s gift to women. And maybe she’s drunk enough, or gullible enough, to believe you. Or maybe you’re actually god’s gift to women. Suffice it to say you wade through the formalities, the chase, the first awkward makeout, and then you get her home and the two of you fuck each other’s brains out like it is the only thing that has ever mattered. And for that night, it truly is. That’s the thing about great sex – especially carnal, animalistic sex – when you’re in it, the rest of the world is on mute.

Sleazy Prose 2 [bdsm]

I hear you through the ceiling and track your steps as they move across the floor back and forth and back again. Your body is restless, helpless, and your mind racing. A familiar habit I can vividly recall. You, your wife and child moved in three weeks ago. Our eyes met as you unpacked the wagon. We glanced and everything went black. The last time we saw each other was before the war. I sat on your lap in tears, wondering when and how the world would continue to turn without you. The South hadn’t burned and the sun was close, warm. Life has changed since then and I am not and could not have prepared myself for seeing you. I moved to Oregon after the fire. I assumed you dead. I’ve met her (your wife) smile on my face and a big “hello.” No one knows about the past and no one ever will. It would be too much of an unnecessary hurt in this life. The night you were dragged to hell permeates and lingers inside me. I’ve purposefully withheld and resisted the urges to be close to your body, to touch, and be touched. Mostly because you asked and well, how can I deny you? We were good. Loyal. Connected. Honest. And what good would it do? Give a moment of glory and ruin the things we’ve made happen since you were taken. The unknown is vast and dark – once we fall into the abyss there’s no returning to this life.

Deep Cuts [bdsm]

I hear you through the ceiling and track your steps as they move across the floor back and forth and back again. Your body is restless, helpless, and your mind racing. A familiar habit I can vividly recall. You, your wife and child moved in three weeks ago. Our eyes met as you unpacked the wagon. We glanced and everything went black. The last time we saw each other was before the war. I sat on your lap in tears, wondering when and how the world would continue to turn without you. The South hadn’t burned and the sun was close, warm. Life has changed since then and I am not and could not have prepared myself for seeing you. I moved to Oregon after the fire. I assumed you dead. I’ve met her (your wife) smile on my face and a big “hello.” No one knows about the past and no one ever will. It would be too much of an unnecessary hurt in this life. The night you were dragged to hell permeates and lingers inside me. I’ve purposefully withheld and resisted the urges to be close to your body, to touch, and be touched. Mostly because you asked and well, how can I deny you? We were good. Loyal. Connected. Honest. And what good would it do? Give a moment of glory and ruin the things we’ve made happen since you were taken. The unknown is vast and dark – once we fall into the abyss there’s no returning to this life.

[fm] first time outside the bedroom!

This was around 10 years ago but a great experience! We were around 18 at the time. Now married but not at the time. I worked at an auto shop and had been staying late working on a personal vehicle that had a blown engine. She came to visit and as it got later I decided to call it a day and shut down all the shop doors ect.. Everyone was gone at this point due to it being late. We had to go out the front door and lock that last. I decided to show her thenoffice and our tiny weight room before leaving. The weight room had and bench set up in it (currently set up for incline press). It is a small probably 10ftx10ft room off of the office with a dead bolt. After we entered that room and the door was closed we started heavily making out. While in the process of this I stopped and dead bolted the door and turned the light off. Me doing this was like flipping her switch on. She fucking attacked me like I have never experienced. We continued to make out, get naked, and fuck like there was no tomorrow! I sat on that reclined bench and she rode me like her life depended on it. Her ample 36DDs in my face and her long brown hair tickling my chest. I can’t say I remember everything but we both came while I was balls deep. I remember her being super wet.

Deep Cuts [bdsm]

I hear you through the ceiling and track your steps as they move across the floor back and forth and back again. Your body is restless, helpless, and your mind racing. A familiar habit I can vividly recall. You, your wife and child moved in three weeks ago. Our eyes met as you unpacked the wagon. We glanced and everything went black. The last time we saw each other was before the war. I sat on your lap in tears, wondering when and how the world would continue to turn without you. The South hadn’t burned and the sun was close, warm. Life has changed since then and I am not and could not have prepared myself for seeing you. I moved to Oregon after the fire. I assumed you dead. I’ve met her (your wife) smile on my face and a big “hello.” No one knows about the past and no one ever will. It would be too much of an unnecessary hurt in this life. The night you were dragged to hell permeates and lingers inside me. I’ve purposefully withheld and resisted the urges to be close to your body, to touch, and be touched. Mostly because you asked and well, how can I deny you? We were good. Loyal. Connected. Honest. And what good would it do? Give a moment of glory and ruin the things we’ve made happen since you were taken. The unknown is vast and dark – once we fall into the abyss there’s no returning to this life.