A little background: I'm 26, tall, decent looking half-Indian guy, who went to college around Philly. I know everyone thinks all the stories here are fake, so I am keeping it as honest and detailed as possible. A few years ago, after my junior year of college, I had an internship in the city.

There was a pretty hot receptionist/admin lady at this firm, let's call her Rachel, who helped us with our paperwork and general stuff around the office. She was about 28-30, blonde shortish hair, 5'5 or so, with a great ass and big B cups. Not exactly an hourglass figure, but not too far off either, and very friendly. As a 20 year old, I never really thought I had a chance, and though we flirted and talked a little bit, nothing really happened apart from smoking together with other people a couple of times.

I actually became FWBs with one of the other interns, finished the internship and went back to school. More than a year later, after graduating, I was working at a different place in the city and went out for after-work drinks with a few colleagues. We had knocked back a few cocktails when I see Rachel and a couple of her friends come into the bar. Read more »

So far march has been a dry spell for me due to course work. But last time i managed to hooked up was on the last Saturday in February. I was back home in England to see my parents and had been dragged along to a house party in the middle of nowhere with some school friends. It kinda started off as a bit of a shit night just 12 of us getting drunk in a house but at about 11, 6 guys from the year above turned up with a crate of vodka bottles which was when thinks started to get messy. So getting some chairs from the kitchen we all began to play ring of fire and everyone started to get very drunk which was when i noticed mark at the other side of the circle who kept teasing me by picking me as the friend to drink. After two rounds of that we sort of broke off into little groups and mark managed to end up next to me so begging to chat we kinda hit it off. So sneaking through to the hall we began to make out. With him picking me up and leaning me against the wall so that i could play with his hair as we kissed. At this point we kinda got caught by my friend anna who began to giggle so he put me down so that i could quite her down and direct her to the bathroom which she was looking for. Then giving each other a look i took his hand and he led me into the spare room at the back of the house cause luckily the parents of my friend who was hosting the party were out. Locking the door i jumped him pushing him on the bed and climbing on top of him. Unbuttoning his shirt, he pulled off my top and began to play with boobs. Something which turned me on a ridiculous amount. Reaching down i unzipped his pants and let loose his python. For as i pulled down his calvin kleins i was very excited to see a very beautiful 8 inch uncut cock:) So begining to go down on him, i cradled his balls which drove him wild. At this point he couldn’t take it anymore and pulled my head off his cock before throwing me on the bed and pulling my pants down. He then pulled out a condom from his wallet and climbing on top of me he began to fuck me hard. Holding on for dear life, my arms round his neck, i felt my eyes roll and my toes curl as my legs wrapped round his back. Then like a wave my first orgasm washed over the ocean that was now my vagina causing me to let out a little squeak. Which i later found out people downstairs heard but at the time i didn’t care because i was in heaven. So continuing to pump away he finally came himself and we collapsed together on the bed in a sweaty mess. After that it got slightly awkward, so we went down stairs again but somehow at the end of the night he ended up walking me home and i may have ended up sucking him off in a bus shelter. Something wish i regret slightly now cause that is slutty even by my standards but at the time i just remember that his dick tasted like marzipan.

My entire body was tingling with anticipation as I laid on the bed – spread eagle, bound to all four corners of the bed by my wrists and ankles, wearing only my bra and dress. My tights and red thong were somewhere on the floor, discarded a few moments ago. I turned my head, looking at the red cuff that held my hand firmly in place. The colour matched my bra. Suddenly your hand grabbed my chin, and forced me to look back up at you. You were holding the blindfold – also red.

“Let’s put this on, shall we?”

I knew the question was rhetorical, and obediently lifted my head from the mattress. “I’m noticing a colour scheme here,” I said, grinning. The blindfold had come with the restraints, but my red underwear was a happy coincidence. You smiled, and put the blindfold over my eyes.

There’s something about not being able to see anything that just makes everything seem more erotic. I suppose it’s because the other senses get heightened, to compensate for the lack of sight. I was instantly more aware of everything that was happening: the slight pressure of your thighs on mine where you sat on top of me, the slight tickle of your hair on my face as you leaned in to kiss me, the feeling of your lips on my cheek. Read more »