Anal Manoeuvres in the Dark – how I (M) fucked my co-worker’s (F) ass because her man wouldn’t

I’d worked with Kat for a few years. We became friends through work and that had extended to being friends outside of work. Whilst I’ll happily admit she was a stunning woman, there was nothing in it from a romance point of view for me – she had been married for a few years before I knew her so I knew she was out of reach.

Kat was a bigger woman, but not fat by any means. Statuesque is the word I’d use – tall, well rounded, curvy. In her heels, she’d be around my height (6ft). When I first met her, she had been bigger but a couple of years of gym dedication and she had slimmed down. I enjoyed looking at her.

Our chats could be flirty at times, but there had never been anything remotely sexual between us and this story remains the only time anything like that has happened.

We were both sent to a conference with work – a 2 day conference with an awards dinner on the last night. We were booked to fly down the morning of the first day, and then back up the morning after the awards dinner. Our work, in their own wonderful way, had managed to cock up the hotel booking and we were booked into a hotel about 3 miles away from the conference venue, rather than the hotel attached to it.

First experience with a complete stranger [m/f]

I’d like to preface this story by thanking many previous contributors to this sub. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed reading about your real-life experiences. Also, just an FYI to those writing fiction here – it’s pretty obvious. The following is absolutely true with as many details as I can clearly remember. Throwaway username for obvious reasons if you read the story.

I never intended to hook up with a complete stranger. Sure, it had been a passing fantasy of mine, but I never thought I would act on it or even have the opportunity to do so. First, a little background on me.

I grew up in a very conservative, religious setting. I was taught to save myself for marriage and, believe it or not, did so without much trouble. My peers and schoolmates (I attended a very small, religious, private school), both guys and girls, were taught the same as I was. I’m not saying there was never any sexual tension, but the fear of someone finding out and the related shame it would have caused me and my family was enough to keep me on the straight and narrow. My sole sexual experiences when I got married at 20 was through some limited porn and one time feeling up an older woman’s boobs (not my girlfriend) while watching a movie. Once I was married, of course, my wife and I had a great time learning with each other and gaining experience. I can’t really compare our sex life to anything because I’ve never had an ongoing sexual relationship with anyone else and I still have never had PIV sex with anyone else. Nevertheless, our sex life was/is very satisfactory and, we both have healthy sex drives.

I (25/m) dropped a customer (55-65/F) off and got a handjob on the ride there!

I’m not 100% sure we’re to behind so I guess I’ll start explaining my job

I’m not technically a mechanic, I’m actually an apprentice at a small dealership. One of the services we offer is to drop customers off while we perform services on their car, and as one of the lowest paid employees, I usually get to do it. Most of them live within a few minutes of the dealer, sometimes up to an hour a way but very few bring their cars that far just for shitty dealer service.

Anyway, I got ropped in early this morning (like I hadn’t even touched a car, just put my coveralls on) to drop off a customer whose car was getting an oil change + new tires. I led her to the courtesy car punched in her address and away we went. Now I usually make small talk with a lot of the customers otherwise it gets kinda awkward sitting in the same car as them. Usually I just ask them questions about what they do,how they like their car, etc etc.

This customer (I will call her Lin) was actually pretty chatty and kept asking me about my job and schooling etc.

Rekindling with Tinder [M/F]

“Ha. We meet again.”

I moved to a new city a few months ago. Last Saturday night, I was bored and mindlessly swiping on Tinder. I had no expectations of a date. I was just killing time. But that’s when I saw Sally (not her real name). She was from my old city, and I had met her through Tinder there.

Back then, we only went on one date. I remember thinking that she was hot, and got a vibe that she was a sexual chick, but at the time I was thinking I should try a real relationship (not my specialty). For whatever reason, I didn’t think she was right for that, so we didn’t go out a second time. I do remember, however, talking to her months after that date on Tinder again. I remember that I had told her that it was too bad we had never hooked up. I got the impression that she’d be a lot of fun. She didn’t disagree. But nevertheless, nothing ever happened. We never saw each other again.

But now here I was in a new city, and I found her on Tinder again. Her profile said she was in town visiting. So we started talking.

The day I was ravaged by my husband and my best friend.

I saw a post on twitter that reminded me of a fun encounter I had with my best friend and husband.

The summer of 2012 my best friend returned home to Texas after spending two years ain’t Japan. I was eager to see her. I told my husband that I wanted to visit her. Two weeks later we were on an airplane from Arizona to meet her in Texas. We will call her Mary for the sake of anonymity.

What my husband didn’t know was that Mary is gay. I had told him about an abusive marriage she had been in with a man, but he didn’t know that she had gotten married to a man due to the social stigma in the southern black community in southern US states.

Pills Pt.1 [MF][drugs][bimbo-fication]

Let me preface this by saying I’ve never written erotica and this has just been a little boredom project for myself over the past couple days. I haven’t proofread extremely thoroughly, so just let me know of any typos. Theres a lot of build up, but again, that’s what I like. Let me know if this is something I should continue or post more of because I have more planned.

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“Pills” Pt. 1

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I was sitting on the couch, browsing the internet on my laptop, when Ashley bolted through the front door. She wore an excited look on her face, rushing to the bedroom to unload her belongings. I could hear her sit flatly on the bed, fumbling with her shoelaces, then two soft thuds of them landing in the closet.

“How was work?” I said, attempting to be audible from their front room.

“Goooood.”