This story is about a time with my girlfriend, who I’ll call Blue. Blue and I fell in love as high schoolers and have been dating for around 3 years total so far (with a year long break in there too). Blue is about 5’6″, pale with blue eyes, light freckles, short dark hair, with the most sensitive itty bitty titties to go along with her plump (and well worked for) round ass. She’s my type of slim thicc, and a bit of an alt girl, who enjoys showing off her septum piercing and naughty grin. As for me, I’m 6’3″, tan skin with gentle green eyes, curly hair, a lanky yet muscular build earned through a lifetime of sports, and packing 8×6.5 inches below my belt. Also a bit alt but we didn’t take this to the extreme. People knew we were dark/kinky, but also knew us as wholesome and super friendly. Ok, onto the goods.
Tag: Girlfriend
The time [M]y girlfriend [F]ucked three guys from a moving company [FMMM].
So obviously I’m not naming names because 1) My girlfriend can only remember one of the guy’s names anyway 2) I don’t want to get the delivery company in trouble And 3) It happened a while back, before we got together, and she was pretty cagey about telling me at first, but we’ve decided to go full disclosure on our past.
Anyway, I had to share because it’s the hottest thing I ever heard, and I kept getting her to tell me in more and more detail. This is how she says it happened…
She’d just broken up with her long-term live-in boyfriend because she’d been feeling a bit stifled in the relationship. She hadn’t experienced much of the world and she’d become kind of curious about what else was out there, so she was super excited about having her own space and freedom – moving into a little bedsit apartment just outside of the city.
She didn’t own a lot of furniture at the time, so on her moving day she just got a few friends to help her transport her belongings in a few car trips. She’d had to buy her first bed though and none of her friends had a vehicle big enough to pick it up from the shop, so it was the one thing she’d had to pay to have delivered.
Cumming inside [M]y girlfriend [22F] after a 3 month wait
So i had been dating my now ex for about 9 months when she left to do an internship on the other side of the world. To be honest I hadn’t expected us to keep dating during this time but we decided to give it a go anyway. Then after 3 months I’d planned my trip.
On the day of the flight itself (well the three flights to be exact) she was getting increasingly impatient. And each time I connected I got a stream of messages about what we were going to do when she got there and then as I stepped onto my last connecting flight she sent me a picture from the room in our hostel of her nude touching herself telling me she was ready for my arrival.
My final flight I sat half hard from anticipation. Upon arrival she met me at the airport and then we had a nightmare getting a taxi and all we wanted was to tear into each other. When we finally found one we sat in the back and made out like teenagers and i slipped my hand up her thigh and could feel how wet she was for me.
“Make me a cocktail that tastes like my pussy.” [MF]
I like making cocktails. My apartment’s kitchen is more home bar than actual kitchen — my cupboards are filled with cocktail glasses, I have one wall floor-to-ceiling covered in liquor bottles, and two freezer drawers are entirely ice. I love hosting parties here and making drinks for people, and my cocktail-making has helped many a night turn sexy, both date nights and big parties. I’ve never worked as a bartender — well, except for that time someone hired me to bartend their birthday orgy — but it’s been a reliably fun hobby and an easy way to score likability points.
******
Some imagery:
* I’m 29, a queer-af dude, 5’11, skinny, curly pink hair
* She’s 28, 5’8”, with a bright pink buzz-cut, thin but curvy and a juicy, grabbable ass. She looks kinda like a young Julia Roberts, particularly the big lips and smile.
“No one fucks me like that anymore,” Part two of reclaiming my ex from her hippie boyfriend [MF]
Read the first part on my profile for context ^_^
She barely made it in the door before I had her bent over my couch, face buried between her asscheeks, eating her pussy and ass from behind. It had been a few weeks since the festival, Anja’s official reason for coming by was to pick up her half of the security deposit from our last apartment, I’d been holding it for her. But that was just an excuse, in reality we’d been planning one finishing what we’d started. And her bf knew, I know that because she gave him my number and he called me, apparently anxious that his girlfriend wanted permission to go have sex with her more muscular, bigger dicked, better looking ex (and humble too!). As you can imagine, that was one of the more painfully awkward things I’ve ever done, he ended the conversation with, “have fun I guess?” I guess he thought talking to me would make it easier for him to compute, though I’m not sure if it actually did.
[MF] I (22M) fucked a highschool crush (22F) 5 times in one night.
This was back a few years ago. Let’s call her Kelly to protect her real name. You can skip down to the “*****” to get right to the sex part.
For some background, I was very naive when it came to girls back in high school until my freshman year in college. It really never clicked in my head when a girl was flirting with me, wanting to have sex with me, etc. and I cringe everytime I think back on it. There was this one girl, Kelly, who I’d known since middle school, and apparently throughout the years she had little crushes on me, and I had completely no idea. I just thought she was nice and would make random small talk lol.
Anyway, by the time she was a senior in high school she was very attractive, in great shape from running track, and had double D (or larger) boobs. She had a few boyfriends throughout high school, so I never paid her a second thought. Then we both went away to colleges on the opposite sides of the state.
The time I discovered my ex-Boyfriend 26[M] was cheating on me 23[F] and my revenge [LONG]
IMPORTANT:
This happened last year around Christmas, since then my ex-Bf we casually hooked up.
I changed the names of the persons involved.
It was last year around Christmas time and my Boyfriends’ parents invited us to stay with them for Christmas. We had visited his parents a few times already and I felt like home with them.
They were kind and different than I expected because I knew for a fact from my BF that his family was wealthy. I expected a snobby family with their nose up in the sky, but I had a completely wrong view about them. Except designer clothes and expensive cars, they were down-to-earth. His mother, let’s call her Lucy (I changed the names of the persons involved), was charming and immediately treated me like her own and her husband Tom (again I changed the names), my ex’s Dad had eyed me up which I noticed but didn’t mind at all. He was a tall (about 6”2) handsome businessman around 50 and had a nice body. Every time I went there, he basically undressed me with his eyes and most of the time I could see a promising bulge in his pants. Tommy Jr (again the names are changed), my then BF’s brother was named after his father and three years younger, therefore 21 years old at our first meeting. He was quite handsome as well but not my type.
I spent [m]y New Year’s Eve fucking a woman who wouldn’t kiss me when the ball dropped.
This story is quite long, and features a fair bit of backstory. If you’re not interested in the build-up, I get it! To jump right into the sexier stuff, feel free to skip to where you see the thin, grey line.
I had recently broken with my (now) ex-girlfriend of three years. We’d spent every holiday and event of my post-collegiate life together, and I was now staring down the barrel of a New Year’s Eve spent alone. I was ready to wallow in my melancholy until my good buddy Jamie invited me to his girlfriend (also named Jamie’s) house for a small party. I had been to female Jamie’s house once before for a Fourth of July party with my ex, and when I say that female Jamie’s house was the largest I had ever been to, I mean it wasn’t even a competition. It looked like it belonged to minor European royalty, it was that resplendent. That night, we were gathering in female Jamie’s pool house—just off the main house—which in and of itself was nicer than the house I lived in.
Lisa, the bus ride home
…On the bus ride home, I tried not to look at Lisa directly. My sister had shown up at school to ride home with me and acted like i was a big baby. A baby who needed his mother or something to pick him up and it happened right in front of one of the girls i had a crush on and i was a little embarrassed about it. Of course, now, she was alone and I vowed to pay her back. I stared at her. She was the picture of confidence. My gaze drifted down her neck to her shoulders and stopped at her breasts. Man, I thought, I wish she were someone else’s sister. The bus shook from side to side occasionally, and I watched as Lisa’s fat double D jugs shook and swayed with it. Enough. I needed to start planning her come-uppance. The nurse had sent her and me home early, after some other students told her we had been arguing in the hall. “I fucking hate you”, I mumbled under my breath. She sort of heard that and looked over at me. She had a look that was like “awww, I’m sorry I berated the widdle puppy”. She chose that moment to put down her notebook and arch her back in a yawn/stretch that exposed her midriff and got the attention of every male on the bus.
[FM] The story of how I (28m), almost impregnated my best friend (25f) during grad school
This is the true story of how before marrying my wife, I managed to get into some serious trouble with one of our close friends. Or alternatively, you could call it “The true story of how I had to choose between two fantastic women from Thailand.” Everything you are about to read is true with minimal embellishment. It all happened around 2013. I (28M) was in graduate school in a professional field, living in a converted greek frat house, now just a co-operative house with no greek affiliation. It was on campus but technically it’s own thing. There were about 25 students living in the house, all in close quarters but with our own private rooms. Everything else was communal. Needless to say, lots of close friends were made, and it was hard to avoid running into each other. Fair warning, this story involves cheating. It was the last time it ever happened and it was a learning experience.