A night out in West End [MF]
Jacqui and I had lived together for a year before she moved to Sydney for work but we kept in touch. A few years later Jacqui had a work commitment in Brisbane for a week so I offered her the spare room in the share house for the week. We hung out a little during the week but on Friday night we has some plans to dance a bit and hang out. We arranged to meet at the Rumpus room in West End. (This was before the Friday night markets existed.) Jacqui had an ankle length colourful hippy skirt on. It was so colourful it was hard not to notice her.
I wont bore you with the minutiae. We drank some beer, danced a little, and caught up with some mutual friends. There was a little light flirting going on between us. Eventually it was time to head home. But we went home via a house party on the river in West End.
A Woman’s Work (m/f)
[M] Orgasmic Marijuana Experience
I don’t know if anyone is interested in this, but it’s the most appropriate subreddit I could think of for it, and thought I should share an amazing experience I just had.
I’ve vaped some Lemon Haze, and then proceeded to watch porn/jerk off for 50 minutes before cumming – but then (and here’s the amazing part), without ever going soft, I managed to keep going after cumming and achieve a 2nd orgasm after an additional 40 min. I’ve never had a single-session multi-orgasm before, this was a first for me. I’d say around 75% of the time felt like I was a few seconds away from orgasm.
Anyway, that’s all. Sorry for not writing a more sultry story, I didn’t think anyone would be interested in that. For me, this was pretty cool science. Compared to other times I vape & jack, I’d say the main difference this time was purposefully letting my mind go free.
Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 2 [Str8, MF, inc]
**PART TWO**
Julie stepped aside and wrapped a comforting arm around my shoulder as the elevator doors opened. Standing side by side, we peered into the barren hallway until the doors closed again.
My head was swimming as my sister rested her head on my shoulder.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
I really didn’t know. There were feelings I couldn’t quite process. Shame and disgust should have been prominent, but they weren’t. Exhilaration and nervous excitement shouldn’t have been at the fore, but they were. I could have dismissed nearly any and all feelings, but there was one thing I couldn’t deny: my cock was hard as steel.
Julie took my stunned silence as a bad sign and started apologizing.
“I… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… I don’t know what came over….”
Her rambling, stuttering excuses were cut off once the elevator began descending and I plunged my tongue back into her mouth.
She permitted me a brief foray before pushing me away.
“Wait,” she pleaded with me. After darting a quick peck on my lips, she turned and stood by my side, as though we were no more than two regular people returning to the hotel lobby.
Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 1 [Str8, MF, inc]
***PART ONE***
I love solitude.
After college, I moved away from home and never looked back. At least I tried to anyway. Putting as much time and space between me and the dysfunctional version of the Brady Bunch was the most liberating experience of my entire life.
It all started out simple enough, though. We were a family of four living just outside the suburbs of a modest second-class city. Dad worked full-time, mom was (quite literally) Susie homemaker, and my sister and I rounded out the clan.
I would be remiss to neglect mentioning our cat, because he was truly part of the familial unit. However, things didn’t end well with Bootsy, so I don’t want to talk about her right now.
Susie and John were married in 1976. Within four years, my sister and I had come along, respectively. Julie in January of 1978 and me almost exactly two years later.
Julie and I always joked that mom and dad must have only had sex once a year. To make it even funnier, we worked out that it’s possible to have both been conceived on or around April Fool’s Day. Wouldn’t that have been appropriate?
Fall into Me
A Donut for Yumi. [MF]
Friday – 6:30pm
I first met Yumi while researching a project at the Toronto Reference Library (TRL) in downtown Toronto. The TRL wasn’t busy that night because it was a Friday evening. As a result, I was occupying a large table by myself.
Out of no where, a petite girl, of Asian descent, sits across from me. I remember greeting her with a smile as she sat down. She politely smiled back, to ackowledge my friendly gesture, and began unpacking her belongings from her oversized backpack.
I must admit, at this point, I did not pay her a lot of attention. Why? Because she looked to be around 40 years old and very FOB-ish. She did, however, have cute facial features. After this initial greeting, we both went about our business.
7:30pm
About an hour after she sat down, I decided to grab a coffee at the Tim Hortons (outside the TRL) so I can regroup mentally. Before I left to grab my java, I asked this woman if she could watch my belongings for 5 minutes. She replied, “Yes, I can watch them.” Her voice was soft and delicate.
She was just 20
Not my husband [FM]
I’ve been with my husband for going on three years and within the last year we have decided to open up our marriage. I started seeking for a man using tinder and an old high school fling came up. I held my finger contemplating my next move. I decided to swipe right.
The next day he sent me a message and we talked and I told him my husband’s and my arrangement. He invited me to his apartment.
I drove to David’s apartment my head just going wild with what might happen. Trying to remember what this guy is like it’s been so long. The car ride feels like it doesn’t take any time. I am in front of his apartment before I even think about it all. I text him telling him I am here.
He comes out and I can already feel myself wanting him. He has music playing and I sit down on his couch. He poors me a class of wine. We sit and start talking I want him to kiss me to touch me. I am getting soaking wet just fantasizing about it.