Another successful casual encounter [25m/28f]

Alright, so I'm back again. Another guy, another story. It starts similarly to the others:

Last week I had been trawling internet classifieds again for casual encounters. Found another ad offering a ludicrous amount of money. 15k, from an inheritance. So I did what any girl would do.. Sent him a message telling him to not blow it on women and invest it instead. But in case he insisted on spending it on someone, I also attached some photos and info about myself.

We exchanged several messages and had a fairly honest, open and normal conversation about what we were expecting/offering. Also a little small talk about how our days were going. He seemed to think I was pretty awesome .^ I said that he hardly knew me! He countered that he talked to people online often and that it was clear when someone was articulate, possessed a good sense of humour etc. My, I was flattered. While I was beginning to dig the attention he was giving me, I didn't expect things to really progress; there would be plenty of women attracted by the prospect of so much money, and undoubtedly way hotter than me. Conversation was nice but wound up. I didn't message him again because I figured he had better prospects. Over the weekend I was busy anyway, but come Monday I received a long message from him about how the inheritance had been taken away temporarily for an emergency blahblah and he was now offering a lower amount (a paltry $500!, heh). Bait and switch yeah? I said that I had done worse for less, which intrigued him. He wanted to know more.. It's a long story (see my previous posts) so I said I'd tell him over Skype. He gave me his skype and I added him but we didn't voice chat, I just typed out my story.

i want [MF] [oral]

When I walk in the door, I want you to be waiting for me. I want you to be ready for me. I want you grab me by my hips as soon as I am close enough and pull them against yours, walking forward, forcing me to step back. I want you to back me up against the wall and pin me there with your body, whispering in my ear how bad you want me. I want you to kiss my neck and chest while my hands wander up and down your back, until you grab them and put them above my head, holding both of my hands in one of yours. I want you to rock your hips against me so I can feel you growing while your free hand wanders from my hips to my breasts, grabbing and squeezing through my shirt. I want you to kiss my mouth and bite my bottom lip just hard enough to hurt. I want you pressed up against me so I can feel your cock's reaction to my moans.

Oral with a stranger in a car. Did that just happen? (M/F

Holy shit. This literally just happened today and after telling my wife and her fucking me senseless, I felt I needed to tell you guys.

So, I'm driving in my car, stuck in traffic because I waited just a little too long at the office. I begin to notice this one blue Toyota next to me, not because of who's in it—not at first—but because it's just constantly ending up right alongside me every time my lane moves. So I glance over during one of the long stops, and there's this East Asian girl driving. Early twenties. Dark hair with blue tips. Not hot, not beautiful, but solidly cute. She's listening to something on the radio—no idea what specifically, but she's just belting with the window closed, giving it all she's got, which I am enjoying watching, when the car behind me honks loudly because I didn't notice the car in front of me moved a few inches . This causes the girl to look at me and see I'm watching her. Busted.

In Over My Head, Part 3: Things Get Twisted [mF][oral][nc]

This is a work of fiction.

I'm writing this down because I don't know what else to do. My grades have gone down the tubes, my college plans are looking iffy, and I've started cutting myself. I want to tell someone but I'm too scared – it could destroy my family and leave us in a national media circus. I'm hoping that writing this down will help; I'll probably just burn it but at least I'll kinda get it out.


Part 3

After that memorable dinner, things seemed to quiet down for a while. Things were clearly getting more serious between my Dad and Caroline, but they seemed to be doing their hook-ups away from the house, probably because of my Dad's concern for me.

I didn't know how grateful I should have been for that.

Then one day a few months later Dad came to talk to me on one of the few days he was home at dinnertime.

"David, I've given Caroline a key to the house. I thought you should know."

"Uh…ok."

The Hike – I eat your pussy and fuck you in the forest. (m)(f)(oral)

This one's for Lisa:

We're out hiking, out in the forest, all on our own. It's really quiet, I can see that you're starting to sweat. You're wearing that summer dress I got you. Remember, when you told me that it was too tight around your breasts, and then I told you that that's just why I bought it. The white one with the big polka dots. I love seeing your figure in that dress, the way the polka dots wrap around your bulging breasts, the fabric around them so tight you don't even need to wear a bra. I love the way the soft fabric hugs against your waist, the way it flows around your thighs, just high enough for me to get a peek at the bottom of your butt when you step up a hill just in the right way. I wonder if you notice me looking. You wonder if I noticed you didn't put on any underwear today. I have.

You stop in the shade and lean up against a tree. You're our of breath, sweating, but you're smiling. I'm smiling too. You look so sexy with the little beads of sweat running down your cheeks. I like how you don't bother to wipe them off.

(F)irst stereotypical tinder (m)eeting with a very handsome guy

I am a girl of 21 and at the suggestion of a friend started Tinder. It was in the first place for some funny chats and to get a little more self-confidence by the number of likes. After a few weeks I started myself a number of conversations, including those with V. V is a guy who is one year younger than me and who studies in the same city. We started chatting and because he was curious about me in a friendly way, I began to tell quite private stories, which probably encouraged him to ask me to meet up sometime. I thought to myself: "Why not L? It can be an enjoyable evening and otherwise don’t stay long and go home".

So we had a date and agreed: “I take care for the drinks, you take care of the fun". I thought nothing ambiguous in that comment, but later I realized that there is room for interpretation in that quote. With a bottle of wine in my hand, I was waiting at the square where we would meet. When we finally found each other, I had become a little nervous, but excited. Luckily we started pretty quickly to talk easily when we arrived at his dorm, so I relaxed.

Follow up on my encounter with [m]y best [f]riend

A while ago I wrote about my nearly busted encounter with one of my best friends, Anne (name obviously changed). Many of you commented (thanks!) with positive reinforcement, and many of you also wanted more. Well…there is more, and I’ve finally gotten around to writing about it. I welcome any and all feedback, and if you all really like this, I might write more ;-) For those of you who want the visual reference, I’m about 6’2”, 215 pounds, with brown hair and eyes. I’m not huge, but my 7½” inches never seems to disappoint. Anne is about 5’4”, with the body of a soccer player…flat belly, with muscular legs and a bubble butt, with brown hair and blue-grey eyes.

Becoming a bit of a slut. [f]

Alright so my first post was about being paid for sex from some guy I met on craigslist, but he wasn't the first guy I'd met, just the first that had paid. Oh, and I did end up seeing him again today. I "only" lasted 7 hours and so he didn't pay me the full amount ($700 instead of 1k – a little miffed since last time it was about the same, and originally he said it would only be 5 hours! But hey, still generous). My clit was way too sensitive and I couldn't bear the direct licks he was giving me, so we had to cut the session short. It was more of the same – making out intensely, being eaten out, fucking, cocaine (for him, not me). We did do a few new things: he pulled my hair hard which I surprisingly enjoyed, he got me to sit on his face which would have been nice but at that point I was too sore, and he tried to fingerbang me to orgasm since I told him I have never come from penetration. All in all a good day, but I'm pretty sure I have a cooch contusion and will probably have bruises on my butt again from all his biting. He's asked me to think of something else new that I'd like to try next time. I'm at a bit of a loss, since he's about as kinky as I've ever gotten. I guess I have some time to think about it while I recover!

The Dining Chair – a short story for her [m/f]

The conversation is relaxed after dinner, as we each slouch in our dining chairs, occasionally taking a sip from our wine. We’re angled more towards each other, your legs draped over one of mine, allowing me to caress your shin and lower leg. The heat has slowly been building, known to each of us through the emotion passed in the glances at each other. Your move off of your chair to kneel in front of me is so smooth, that it catches me off guard. You’re between my legs, hands running up each, running over my clothed crotch, up under my shirt, as your eyes look up and meet mine. Your expression is smoldering, with a look of knowing determination.

After a quick pinching and tweaking of my nipples, your hands work their way back down my torso to my jeans. You make quick work of releasing the bindings, and instead of reaching in to gain access to my hardening cock, you grasp my pants and underwear at the waist and begin to pull it off. Mmm… you’re not messing around, I see. I lift myself off the chair to assist as you pull them off me effectively, then quickly move to pull my shirt over my head and off, leaving me naked in this chair in front of you.

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My [f]irst experience as a whore, and a few other firsts [37m/28f]

I apologise for the rambling nature of this story. It happened over seven hours where I had some of the best yet also strangest sex of my life. How did this even come about? Well, I am a late bloomer. Sheltered and shy, never really garnered or noticed attention from men. Recently moved to a new city and felt a bit lonely, so I started browsing craigslist and locanto. Now, this isn't the story of the first time I became a bit of a slut, but just the first time I was paid for sex. And my, it was such a good time, I don't think I would have minded not being paid.