BBQ Weekend

Hey Y’all,

Between being a mom, work, cycling and life in Asheville, the naughtier sides of my life have sometimes takes a back seat. I'm reminded of some fun I had this past summer that I now would like to do again sitting here on a Sunday afternoon.

I had invited over my older couple friends from their Mills River farm. They are the couple who have a beautiful farm that sits right at the base of the Pisgah Mtns and I met a few years back at a nudist resort in SC. I also invited over a few local friends that I met through AAF and the farm. Everybody was very well behaved while the kids were up. We did all the classic cook out customs. Hamburgers and hot dogs, home made ice cream, a cherry and apple pie I made, dancing to good music and of course plenty of adult drinks. Eventually the drinks took over and luckily the kids were in bed none the wiser (I hope they were).

[M/F] The best one night stand I’ve ever had

It was the day of one of my best friends weddings. There I met the my buddies wife's best friend, who was the best lady for the wedding. She actually acted somewhat bitchy towards me at first, ignored me, and only made a couple passive aggressive comments towards me. After the wedding was over we all went to a bar and I happened to sit next to her and we ended up striking up a pretty long and engaging conversation. I could tell she liked me. She even told me that at first she thought I was a misogynistic fratty douche bag because I was good looking. She was a hard core feminist, which kinda freaked me out and made me realize that talking to her was like walking through a verbal mine field, since these types of people tend to be easily offended in my experience.

Tutoring (F)un part 2 (FM)

Derrick and I finally met up for a study session that friday afternoon. He had a game on sunday and a test on monday and needed to study.

I had been sexually frustrated all week and I was getting the hint that he was too. Throughout the whole session he was getting frustrated that he wasn't understanding the problems and my patience was running low. Finally I called it quits and told him that we could meet up again tomorrow after we took the night to cool off.

Later on he text me asking if I wanted to hang out with him and his friends at a house party and after asking my friends I agreed. My friends got ready and came over as I was getting changed. I put on a a black pushup bra that practically had my breasts falling out of my black tank top and cardigan. I wore black thong and slipped on some jeans and boots (still winter out).

We made our way to the house party and stopped to pick up some liquor. When we got to the party there were people all over the place. Drunk freshman yelling and playing beer pong, girls grinding up on guys to the djs music that was blasting loud and other drunk people wandering throughout the house.

Small blonde girl gangbanged by 4 black guys for weed.

Small, hot white blue eyed, blonde university girl fucks a black gang for weed.

I was 20 years old, in university and I wanted to get high as fuck.

"Yo Falzetto got anything?"

"Nah Sammy sorry I'm dry, the whole fuckin campus is dry. Some big raid just happened and nobody's got any."

"Fuck." I said as I hung up. I thought of who I knew off campus. When the cops did big raids it would sometimes take a month or so for good supply to return to the city, and during that time prices would skyrocket. I only had $100 to get me through the next while until my parents took pity on me and wired me some more cash.

I was living in a small apartment just off campus with three former friends, we had a big falling out last month about dishes and shit, it was always tough in University to actually get along with housemates for a full semester.

I racked my brain trying to think of people I knew off campus who may have. Generally us more normal suburban white types would be the last to have, in the weed food chain it was the blacks or Tamils to always have.

Drea[m] Girl

Hey guys, first post in here. Hope you like it:

This little adventure started on Thursday. I head to a gay club in Hollywood. Gay clubs – depending on how gay they are – can be some of the most rewarding venues to hunt at night. Let’s take your average club:

  • 60-80% guys
  • cover charge
  • dress code
  • girls that are getting hit on all night
  • girls that enjoy getting hit on all night

On the other hand, we have gay clubs:

  • 60-80% gay guys
  • lower or no cover charge
  • more lenient or no dress code
  • girls that enjoy seeing dudes make out
  • girls that are likely not getting hit on by anyone

So if you can stomach the occasional butt-squeeze or crotch-rub from a feisty gay fellow, I say the costs are well worth the benefits. You’re clearing out your competition with a choice to be open-minded.

Anyways, I was at this gay club on Thursday and ended up making out with a tall Burmese girl with juicy lips before her friends dragged her home and away from me. We exchanged information and have been flirting via text – maybe we’ll set plans up next week. But likely not for reasons to follow.

Two friends hanging out [MF] [voy]

Delia had asked Jacob over plenty of times in the past. Friends since university, there were no secrets between the two, except one. Jacob had recently realised he was falling in love with Delia. Or, was it lust? He’d told himself so in an effort to thwart fantasies of her. There was always chemistry between them at uni but timing was a problem, as the other would always be in a relationship. Over the years, they seemed to have accepted that being close friends was good enough. Plus, Jacob had been genuinely pleased for Delia to marry Mr.Wonderful last year. As had happened a couple of times in the past, she’d taken advantage of her husband being out of town to give them an opportunity to catch up. They only lived ten minutes away from each other but it wasn’t always easy to meet. Life got in the way.

A Tale of Trump: Making America Erotic Again

Three hours had never felt so long. Donald was disgusted. I should have taken that edible with Ben, he thought. No wonder that polished-turd-with-eyes had remained so calm and collected.

Face it Trump, you’ve lost a step.

No, no it was all wrong. She had changed the whole equation. Donald could wipe his ass with Jeb Bush any day of the week, but she had upset his whole plan. Why did he get involved in this mess in the first place? No… Donald thought- I have to make our country great again. Our leaders are so stupid… So stupid. I can’t lose sight of the goal. We’ve made it so far.

Birthday Sex. [m/f] (kind of long!)

Hi everyone. Long time lurker, first time poster. I have been reading the stories here for close to a year, and it really aids with my self-pleasure, if you catch my drift. Please forgive formatting errors, and be gentle with me! It's my first time. (:

So a little background about me: I'm 26 and blonde, with hazel eyes and a round face. The more important stuff: I am curvy, with wide hips and big breasts (36DD), and I am right around 5 feet tall. By day I am a Kindergarten teacher, but by night I turn into a super sexual being who finds herself insatiable. Reading hot stories, watching any and all kinds of porn, and thinking back to some of the fun times I've shared with different men.

I’m back: Sex With My Boss’s Daughter

Some of you might remember me. I posted under a different ironman name up until recently. I deleted my account, because it got hacked. Some of the stories I posted over the last couple of years are gone forever from reddit, so I figured I would come back and start posting some old ones to make sure they aren't lost. I will post new stories as well when I have a chance. Here is an old one. Hope you enjoy:

Like I've said in previous posts. I figured it would be fun to go back to my promiscuous (man-whore) days and recall some of the stories from back then. I'm generally considered a really good-looking guy (used to model, 6’3”, dark hair, blue eyes, swimmers build, workout regularly), so that enabled me to have quite a fun sex life. These stories are 100% true and not embellished in any way. I think that a straight honest story even if not as exciting at times is a bigger turn on, so that is what I will continue to try to give.

All I Want For My Birthday Is A Big Booty Hoe [f/f]: A Kennedy and Chloe Chronicle. PS. Chloe found out about my storytelling…

HI! Well it's been a while huh? Two main reasons why such the gap, the first Chloe found my writings when I forgot to log in on this account in incognito mode…. so a fight ensued. I let her read all 58 pages in my word doc. which is everything i've posted here. We discussed and came to an agreement. I'm allowed to continue as long as she reads them first so i'd say a win win situation for everyone.

The second is that I'm getting major writers block. I feel like there is only so many ways you can describe your clit getting licked. I feel like i'm getting very repetitive with the scenes and that bothers me. Okay okay okay let's get to what you really came for.

I only read over it once before I posted, Chloe and I have a shower to go to so I didn't have time. I feel edit again later so please excuse whatever rn

And here we go…..

Sunday night: “You really are a lucky twat” my inner goddess reminded me as I fell asleep next to Chloe on my Birthday.