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[MF] Highway rest stop meet up with redditor

A few years ago when I was more active on other accounts I started talking to this girl. We were in to a lot of the same things sexually and really hit it off. She was also super cool to talk to, and thought the same of me. So we would skype and stuff a lot and send audio recrodings of ourselves rambling about our life/day/sexual fantasies. Everything.

We always wanted to meet but she lived in PA and I live in MA. So not a terrible distance but just enough to make it difficult. After a few months of talking she found out she was coming to NH for some family gathering (I think… I honestly forget what the reason was haha). We decided this was our time.

We discussed where to meet and found our way to the same highway rest stop. It was a gas station/dunkin donuts/burger king type rest stop so it was fairly busy but. We honestly didn’t give a fuck.

Her back seat was bigger than mine so I got in her car. She was already in the back waiting. She had short hair, pale skin, sexy mom body. She wore a cute little plaid skirt and a tight black top. She always had this DD/lg kink that I was more than happy to participate in. Read more »

A great time with the exchange student [FM]

Alright, I’ve been reading your stories and decided to share one myself. This is about the first time I hooked up with my ex. I was 23 and he was 27. Let’s call him Max.

I was studying to become a nurse, and I was doing an internship in traumatology at a big hospital. I was going through a rough breakup at the time and wasn’t feeling myself at all. Luckily I had my internship keeping me busy. Now, I’m about 5’5″, fairly fit, small perky boobs but a big round ass. I have long brown hair and green eyes, a few piercings and a couple of tattoos.

It was after a rough night shift that I first saw Max. I noticed this extremely sexy, scruffy looking guy in the coffee room. I went to introduce myself to this handsome stranger.
“Hi, I’m Livv, nice to meet you!”, I said.
“Hello, I’m Max, the new exchange student here. I have my internship for six weeks at this hospital”, he said in a thick accent. His eyes were captivating, deep brown and so kind, but at the same time he had a streak of mischievousness in his gaze. He was impossible to look away from. He had a scruffy beard, tattoos up and down his arms, stretched earlobes… Just the kind of guy I’d go for.
I giggled and fumbled with my words, and I couldn’t get him out of my head for the rest of the day. I had to get myself off, thinking of him and how he smelled, how strong his big hands were, his flirty gaze and crooked smile, before going to sleep after the night shift. Read more »

[MFF] Our Second Threesome

Our next threesome was only a couple months after the first. This time a young woman responded to one of our Craigslist ads. We’ll call her Claire and she was much prettier in her photos than the first girl. She was around our age and had been with women before, unlike the first girl. We made plans for her to come over one evening and, feeling a bit more prepared, waited for that evening to arrive.

Claire showed up and sat outside with us while we smoked. We all got to know each other a bit and we really clicked with Claire. Turns out we were all regulars at the same hole-in-the-wall pub. Small fucking world!

We moved inside and I offered Claire a drink. Claire and I went in the kitchen so I could make Cheri a drink as well. I let Claire go in front and turned back around to a wide smile and a thumbs up from Cheri, who was clearly much happier with this one. Claire and I chatted in the kitchen a few minutes while we made drinks. She was bent over the counter and, feeling much braver than last time, I reached down and gave her ass a squeeze. She arched her back and let out a little moan while I groped her ass. Read more »

I broke the same rule twice in one night [MF]

I broke the same rule twice in one night

Before I started dating my current boyfriend, I had a tendency to hook up with guys, no strings attached. My previous 3 ex’s ranged from manipulative to physical abuse so I would tell each guy I want nothing more than a hook up. Some guys tried for a relationship but always failed. One of my hook ups turned into a fwb, we’ll call him “R”. We partied together pretty much every other night and always ended up in his bed and we actually became really close friends since we were together so often. I was at his place enough to meet his closest friends and after one of them flirted with me one night, he pulled me aside and felt the need to restate the 2 terms we had agreed upon in the beginning of our hook ups. 1. No catching feelings and 2. Friends are off limits. Read more »

A night of degradation [mff]

Saturday we met a single woman we’d been chatting with. Let’s just call her May.

When we arrived we knocked on the door and waited. After a second knock, she finally came to the door and welcomed us inside.

Both of us were a bit nervous, but she didn’t waste any time; May immediately stripped out of her clothes and started up the shower.

“Who’s going to get in the shower with me?” she asked us. I blushed bright red. Yes, me. Me who just had the big gangbang. I don’t know why, but women are like a whole other species to me and I clam up!

She guided us over to the bathroom and we started undressing. I jumped in first. She leaned in to kiss me and I was surprised at how bold she was – but went with it. She placed her hands on my body, lathered in ginger-scented body wash, and began to lather and rub it in. Read more »

My old job: Carolyn (True Story)

I miss my old job. I worked as a medical massage therapist at a high-end practice in downtown NYC. The clientele was a mix of wealthy middle aged folk and some athletic youngsters, even a few celebs.

I loved that job because, unlike other offices, here I actually had the time and freedom to treat my patients the way I deemed necessary.
But my professional passions aside…I also miss the old job for all the other perks it offered.

One of those perks were the steamy weekly sessions with a pretty young blonde named Carolyn.

The first time we both saw each other there was a tangible spark. Her long blond wavy hair gently bounced as she walked towards me from the physical therapy treatment room. Watching her confident gait I couldn’t stop thinking of how sexy her 5”4 body must be under those skin tight yoga pants and sports bra.
She looked like a woman who takes good care of herself. Toned and athletic, with the right curves to compel any man to salivate at the mere sight of her. Her beautiful white skin looked as if it would taste as delicious and sweet as condensed milk. Read more »

More Than One Way Out of a Speeding Ticket.

[This is a repost from a little while ago. Id like some feedback, either here or over direct chats, or PMs. Maybe we can collaborate on another one? I’ve got a slow day today, so chatting is good.]

It’s three AM, and I’m sitting in my black and white Sherriff’s pickup, on the side of a darkened, isolated stretch of the I-95. My coffee has long gone cold, but the cool, humid night air keeps me awake well enough. The night is silent aside from the crickets all around, and the occasional squeaking of bats flying overhead. I rest my forearm on the open window of my door, looking out the windshield, waiting patiently for the next leadfoot to go screaming past, going well over eighty in this sixty mile an hour zone.

I don’t have to wait long. A white Mercedes just about blasts my doors off as it screams past. In a well practiced routine of motions, I start the truck, throw on the headlights, lights and siren, and floor it, gritting my teeth as the truck takes off like a rocket. The engine roars excitedly as we blast up to eighty miles an hour, then ninety, then a hundred, catching up to the Mercedes effortlessly. The chase is over disappointingly quickly as the Mercedes brake lights come on, and I escort the car over to the shoulder. Oh well, I guess the fun part of the night is over. Read more »

Drunken Divorcee Picked Up At A Bar [drunk; pick up sex; stranger; outdoors; anal]

By JK Jones

Viola squeezed my hand as we strolled off around the back of the bar, avoiding some piles of junk, and threading out way carefully back into a grassy field behind. The music, noise, and hub bub grew dimmer in our ears as we picked out way through the gravel and then dirt and grass.

An hour ago, I ran into her at Good Times, our local dive bar, sitting at the bar sipping a rum and coke, a petite, mousy little middle-aged divorcee, a cigarette burning in the ashtray beside her, the look of intoxication across her pretty face. We knew each other casually because we had lived in the same small town for a decade, but not that well, because we had never done anything together.

I was horny, so pulled up next to her and ordered a beer, and we made some small talk. I covertly looked over at her plump braless tits poking out of the top of an otherwise conservative sundress. Her long hair was auburn, and although her brows were too thick and she could have used makeup, her small slender form was enticing, and her eyes were lovely, although a little glassy. Read more »