“It’s very nice to meet you, Sir. I’m confident I’m the woman for the job. And I’m glad to say HR thinks so too. Please! Let me take your coat.” She slides the coat off his shoulders, running her hand down his arm slowly before she pulls away. “Since this is my first day, you may need to show me the ropes a little, but you can rest assured I catch on very quickly.” She hangs the coat on a rack in the corner. “I’ve taken the liberty of scheduling your meetings so you can have fifteen minute breaks between them, as well as an hour for lunch.” She puts up a hand. “Before you protest, I think you’ll see that relaxation will boost your productivity. You also have twenty minutes now before your first engagement to gather your materials, make calls, and enjoy some coffee. I have a fresh cup on your desk along with this morning’s Times. So, please relax, and let me know if there is anything else I can do for you—and I mean anything.”
[MM] My first and only gay experience
One night I was looking to get with this girl who I’d been wanting for so long. We were both pretty drunk and when the club closed, we went to her gay friend’s house with some other people. She and I were cuddling and all of a sudden she just started crying in my arms. Her girl friend called her a taxi and they got out of there. I was bummed, but plenty of people were still hanging around so I thought I might as well stay. I got talking to the gay guy that was renting out the place and we ended up talking for a good hour. When we paused for a moment, I realised everyone had left. We started asking each other sexual questions and I was beginning to get turned on. I had never been with a guy, but I had jerked off to gay porn. He was a twink with bleach blonde hair. It must have been obvious that I was checking him out. All of a sudden I said “I’ve only ever thought about kissing a guy once before, but I can honestly say that I could probably kiss you right now”. I had never been so forward in my life, I rarely ever made the first move. He smiled and asked “Well why don’t you kiss me?” I started shaking, I was so nervous and turned on. I came closer to him and his lips met mine, first softly, then we had our tongues intertwining. He asked if he could give me a blowjob. I became nervous once again, I had never shown another guy my cock. He didn’t wait for me to answer and unzipped my jeans and pulled out my penis. Before I could drunkenly object, his mouth was around me. It was pure bliss. I’d been blown by plenty of girls who thought they were good, and I thought they were good, but this guy was an expert. After a while, we got up and went to his bedroom. “Oh my god” I thought to myself “Am I going to fuck him?” We laid on the bed and kissed passionately again, he played with my cock. I thought I should stop being greedy, and I unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled out his penis. It was about the same size as my own, an average size, but I remember feeling it, thinking to myself that it felt silky. It felt good. He pulled away from me and brought his mouth to my cock once more. Again, I began to feel greedy and so I pulled his mouth off of me. I didn’t fuck around, I wasn’t nervous any more. I popped his cock in my mouth and tried my best to imitate his earlier performance. I swirled my tongue around his head and went up and down on his shaft without trying to use too much teeth. I felt him moving around and thought he was going to cum soon. To my surprise, he was merely adjusting himself so as he could suck my cock while I was sucking his. We 69’d for a while, both enjoying each other, both in drunken bliss. Eventually we stopped. I was so horny, but I was really tired and drunk. We kissed a bit more and touched each other’s penises. He wanted more but I was becoming really disoriented. He put his back to me and we cuddled for some time, my cock resting just near his ass. He grinned against me, wanting me to fuck him, but I was exhausted. Eventually he relaxed, sensing that I was done. We fell asleep with my arms around him. I woke up around 5:00 am. Not much of a sleep. I had sobered up a lot however, and I realised how much I smelled of rum and horny sweat. Feeling of embarrassment started creeping into my psyche. I got up and began to get dressed. He woke up and asked if I was going. “Yes, I should go home. I have to work soon” I lied, “thanks for letting me sleep here, and thanks for everything else. I had a good time.” I hugged him and left. I called a taxi and went home. I felt so confused. Was I supposed to be ashamed? I thought I was straight. Yet, I had kissed and sucked a guy and enjoyed it immensely. I got home and slept.
New Girl – Part 2 [MF]
Beep, beep, beep.
I awoke sweaty and breathless. Did I really fuck my new boss yesterday? Was it a dream? I looked down at the faint scratches and tiny bruises littering my body, which tells me it definitely wasn’t a dream. As I think about Brad bending me over my desk and thrusting his delicious cock inside of me, my breath quickens and my pussy grows wet. I think to myself how badly I want there to be a round two today, how badly I want to feel his member deep inside of me. The thought motivates me to get up and get ready.
I gaze at my naked reflection in the mirror, taking in my pale skin, bright green eyes and the freckles that dot my cheeks. I decide to dress myself in my black leather leggings, my highest pumps, and a white flowing shirt with a deep neckline. If this doesn’t make him want to fuck me silly on sight, I don’t know what will.
School Dazed [fM]
Ho Ho Ho
Moisture continued to gather on her body as her breaths became harder, her heart racing….
[MF] [public] another honeymoon story
So this is really more about what was happening to someone else than to me, but I figured you guys would appreciate it.
To recall, I was on my honeymoon at a resort outside of the US. I’m 6′, bald, beard, big dude; my wife is 5’8, curvy, spectacular breasts and hips, shoulder-length brown hair, green eyes. She was 30, I was in my late 30s.
My wife and I have a habit of commenting on people to each other — yeah, we’re those people — and at breakfast one day we noticed three women with British accents sitting a few tables over. Two were probably in their 30s, and the other was old. They mentioned they’d been awake for 24 hours and we tried to figure out their route for getting to our hemisphere. We’re nerds; we like to speculate and figure things out.
Anyway, a couple of hours later we’re in the pool and we go up to the swim-up bar, and there they are. The women in their 30s are curvy as well, maybe could stand to lose a few pounds but whatever, I thought they were cute. They were all laughing and having fun, and they had great smiles. My wife and I chatted with them a bit — it was a mother and her daughters, and the older one, Alex, had been to Mexico several times that year already.
Straight but want to give blow job to some big
I’m straight, or at least I was. Now for a couple of years I’m wanting to suck some cocks. Weird hi? Well any way it would be a first timer for me. When I start thinking about a hand and mouth full of cocks the head of my cock starts creaming up. The feeling is so over powering with such erotic passion that I want a cock inside me as I caress my anal opening that it to starts creaming up as my mouth is full of hot throbbing cock filling me with white honey
Curiosity killed the sexual tension [fM] [Cunnilingus] [Sex]
To get an idea of what Natalie and Jason may be doing, check out my previous post
John sat on his couch re-reading “In Cold Blood,” and old favorite of his. His wife, Natalie, and son were off shopping together. The two had been acting weird around one another for the last week, so John figured it was good that the two get some bonding time. It was his day off, so he also enjoyed the alone time. It didn’t cross his mind what his wife and son would be shopping for, or why they had been out for so long.
That was until the doorbell rang. He was not expecting guests, and both Natalie and Jason had keys. He looked out the window down to the front steps and saw Maxine, Jason’s close friend. Max was a cute girl who was Jason’s age, and the two had been friends since middle school. John did not understand why Jason had not been pursuing her, but if his own poor judgement of women was any indication, it may be that Jason was picking up some bad habits.
John walked downstairs to the front door, and it struck him that he was only wearing pajamas. He figured that he would tell Max that Jason was out and she would leave. When he opened the door, however, he realized things would not be that simple. Max had obviously been crying. She tried to hide it, but her puffy red eyes gave her away. She looked surprised to see him, and after seeing how he was dressed, her eyes widened.
[F]un in [M]exico – Tinder works abroad! [37m / 35f]
So I’m officially in the midst of a slutty phase (see post history). Approaching the 1-year anniversary of my separation and 3 months after my divorce.. between work and co-parenting and serving as an adjunct professor, time is short. So.. Tinder.
Weekend before last, Columbus Day, my ex took the kiddo to visit family and I headed south to.. Mexico. Mexico City. An incredible place full of amazing food and art and really wonderful, deeply kind and friendly people. And a veritable paradise where the peso goes forever and Ubers are basically free and… Tinder works.
I had a fair number of matches, but the best was Becky. Perky and friendly. Fair skinned, but dark hair. 32B’s if I had to guess. Slightly provocative photos but nothing outlandish. Her mother was British so her English was perfect.. which was great because my Spanish is non-existent.
I was staying in an AirBnB in hipster Condesa – which was lovely. We had trouble getting our schedules lined up, but kept texting each other increasingly provocative lines. Finally, Sunday night, she caught a cab to the coffee shop near my place. She was wearing a blue button-down shirt, her hair freshly washed, smelling a bit like shampoo and soap and smiles. I was wearing jeans and my new hand-made leather shoes ($100 bucks!) and we looked at each other and smiled.