How Ruby blew my mind in the passenger seat [MF]

(Please excuse any weirdly sounding sentences, English is not my first language)

Ruby had just moved to town from a more rural area of a neighboring country. She was eager to meet someone and give her new life a kickstart. We matched on Tinder and she made it perfectly clear that she was actually looking for something more serious. I on the other hand wasn’t. She was still fine with texting and we hit it off from the start. She was super fun to talk to and we found ourselves texting every free minute.

I was open to anything really, but I felt like this would not be a serious relationship ever. Our talks started to get quite kinky at some point, and her stand on the seriousness of this relationship open up a little. It became more and more clear that this was going to be a good friendship, that eventually could lead into us having a lot of fun together.

FACEFUCK DREAM TURNS INTO REALITY [mf] [facefuck] [oral] [mast] [squirt] [facial]

I woke up in a sweat with a massive erection. I had a pretty decent sized cock. Not too big. Not too small. Bigger than average, but not SO big that I couldn’t be deep throated. Problem was, ever since my break up, I couldn’t find a woman capable of deep throating me. One woman got half way down, looked up at me with watering eyes and shook her head. That was as deep as she could go.

I’m not complaining. A blowjob is a blowjob. But there’s something about watching the entire length of your cock disappear down a woman’s throat that feels absolutely mind blowing.

And so, when I woke up from my dream, I reached for my phone and texted my ex girlfriend.

“I just had a sex dream with you,” I wrote.

“Do tell,” she responded.

We had a good relationship post break up. We just wanted different things and were able to part on good terms. We got dinner every few weeks. We often joked about fooling around, but decided it wouldn’t be a good idea. But after this dream …

Fucking my Wife, while Watching her Fuck Someone Else

When I’m alone, I watch that video, a lot. The one my wife made a few weeks ago, of herself, fucking another man. It wasn’t until last night that we finally watched it together. We didn’t plan to, or rather, she didn’t. I had it ready to go. I wanted it on, in the background, while we were going at it. All I had to do was turn on the bedroom television, and it would play. That took some doing, but this isn’t a how-to electronics story. This is a story of me doing naughty, naughty things to my wife.

Sister’s Home Movies

“Hi Geek!” Maryanne’s voice came through the speakerphone, using the nickname that she had affectionately called me for years. “I’m having trouble e-mailing a video file.”

“That’s because of the blonde filter on your computer,” I teased, using a running joke between me and my older sister.

“Blondes have more fun and geeks don’t have a social life,” she said, which was her standard reply to any blonde joke. I don’t mind the nickname. After all, I was a serious computer gamer and, yeah, I guess, I was a geek.

“The only reason blondes have more fun is because they are more easily amused,” I answered. “I’d rather be a geek.” Actually, I’d rather be a jock, but that’s never going to happen.

“Yeah, but geeks don’t get laid,” she teased with unintended accuracy, and I changed the subject.

“What do you need to e-mail?” I asked.

“How come it says the file is too large?” she responded, ignoring my question.

“Because your ISP has restrictions on how big an e-mail file can be,” I answered, wondering how a former cheerleader-turned-high school English teacher gets by without knowing basic stuff like this. Every eighteen-year-old high school student like me knows how to e-mail video files. “Do you want me to come over and condense the file for you?” I offered.

[STR8] [MF] Overtime at the Office

Eddie turned on his computer before starting a pot of coffee. Sundays were always quiet in the office and even though he hated working on Sunday, he knew he could get caught up without the phone ringing off the hook or the department head constantly tasking him.

Taking a sip of coffee, the screen flickers to life and after a few taps of the keyboard, he’s logged in and reviewed old emails and his outstanding tasks.

After his second cup of joe, and an hour later, he was happy with the progress he was making and didn’t think that he’d have to spend as long in the office as he thought.

“Badading” the sound of “Is Available” echoes in his office. Glancing down he sees that Paula had logged into her computer.

Paula and Eddie had history, nothing too exciting but history nonetheless. They had enjoyed going to lunch a few times during the week, and had even seen each other a few times after work as friends, grabbing some coffee or piece of pie from the local diner. He had always wanted the relationship to be more, but because they worked for the same company, and she was ten years younger than him, he never pursued it more than coffee or lunch. He was grateful to just enjoy his time with an incredibly good looking woman.

[MF] Getting even even with my ex: Part 2

Sud was dripping like a faucet. The denial, the manhandling, the rough behaviour and the long sex drought had really turned her on. Her ass was perfect. It was curvy and big. I wanted to split it open with my cock. My dick stretched her unused pussy and she let out a whimper and then quickly quietened herself with her palm. I smacked her ass upon noticing that. She let out a wince and moan.  

Me:When you are with me, you will moan like a bitch. Don’t dare quieten yourself. Do you understand? 

Sud:umm ummm ummmmmm unnnffff

Her moans are matching my strokes.  

Smack! Another slap on her ass. I was letting loose on that booty. It was enticing to watch it jiggle as the slap would land on it. I was beginning to enjoy being rough on Sud. Her body kind of drove the desire into top gear. I couldn’t fathom how her husband could be cold to her. This woman was built to be fucked rough.  

Me:Do you understand? 

Sud:Oh yes, oh yes.. ohhhh 

[MF] Getting even with my ex: Part 1

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-But this is dirty, how do I…? How can you ask….?

-Lick it. Lick it well.

-But this is….. I can’t imagine…

-Do it

-This is…

-Shhhhhh

-I can’t….

Thwack! A firm but gentle slap rang across Sud’s left cheek as I looked her in the eye and signalled she’s not going anywhere until she does it.

Her beautiful face had drool and precum all over it. Mascara ran upwards towards her scalp. Lipstick was smeared. The red faded into a pink. Her hair was sticky with dried spit. She had a look which expressed a bit of fear, a bit of eagerness and a lot of confusion.

I held her head firmly and guided it between my legs. She closed her eyes, tight shut and dived into her new place of work. Very tentative and measured licks commenced. I let her do it for few minutes.

Very unkindly, I pulled her up by her hair. I flicked her left cheek with my finger in a stinging manner. She was taken aback. I moved very close to her face.

Birthday Boy

My buddies want to take me out for my 30th birthday. I normally don’t go out, I’m much more of a homebody than other people in my social circle. They say they’ll buy me drinks all night, and have been begging to take me out for the past couple weeks. ”C’mon man, it’s your 30th birthday! You never go out with us. Let’s get fucked up!” they said. I couldn’t say no, although my plan was to let them all get shitfaced and slip out early.

We live in a small college city, so the bars are usually filled with a younger crowd. Maybe I’ll get lucky tonight and go home with a pretty college girl. That would certainly top my birthday off in a delightful way. I’m not the most suave guy, but I’m no Quasimodo. We get to the first bar of the evening around 9. The scene is good. Not too crowded, but plenty of people enjoying their night. We all take shots to start off, then another, and another. My buddy’s choice of tequila will sure make for an interesting night. The bar a few blocks down has a good birthday wing deal, so we stumble out of the first bar and make our way down the street.

Sex with a Vampire (Part 2 of a 4 part Halloween series). [vampire] (I’ll post Parts 3 and 4 tomorrow)

I rolled out of the quaint Kecskemet train station in central Hungary on a 7:30 a.m. train, headed south. I stifled a yawn as I sat back, and watched the cityscape slowly changing to pastoral fields as the train began its day-long trek. The yawn indicated lack of sleep, and not attention, a result of me staying up much of the night having sex with a gorgeous blonde ghost named Barbara. I was still trying to process my memories of that encounter, which apparently started in a dream, and ended in a cool pile of ectoplasm on my bed, and a slight mess on the sheets. I had ducked and run in the morning, skipping breakfast, and getting a cab down to the station, to hop on the train, and leave this spooky scenario in my rear view mirror.

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[M]y [f]irst reddit [SUCCESS] story

Five years ago, I was in the unfortunate situation where I had broken up with my girlfriend, but we were still living out the lease together. Yikes, I know. So I did my best to get out of the house as often as I could. One prong of this approach was to post and respond on the r4r subreddits: /r/dirtyr4r, /r/BaltimoreAndDCr4r, even Troll4Troll. Yes, there is such a subreddit, which I only found through using the somehow then-working search function and looking for “f4m” and “VA” or “DC”. It was there that I found the (long since deleted) post that described a 27 year old woman who was traveling for work and would be in town for a week and was looking for a date. I messaged her and described myself, a 25 year old 5’10 athletic guy with brown hair and a beard, a lot of chest hair, and some tattoos. I included a picture and listed a few interests, but didn’t get my hopes up– internet personals aren’t known for their high response rate.