This is a follow on from my previous post about Mads (the former alter girl from a conservative family, who I matched with on Tinder after 8 years of not seeing her). Since our first meeting, we have been texting daily and insatiably horny for each other, almost all of our conversation is sexual. Instead of texting good morning, the text will be telling me that she woke up horny or she will snap me a photo of half naked. From that point the daily conversation is all about sex – Mads seems to be constantly horny, which I am certainly not complaining about.
Tag: Straight
My [M] one night stand with a librarian [F]
I met her on POF; her pics were cute. We chatted a bit, she seemed interested so we arranged to meet for a date. She agreed to meet me at a coffee shop uptown at 7. I showered, shaved, and put on some fresh gear. I didn’t want to look disheveled or sloppy so I made sure that my clothes were clean and pressed. I even cleaned my sneakers off the best I could.
I drove to the agreed meeting spot and parked my car. I went in and had a look around, save for one other couple and the staff working, I was the only other person there. I ordered a drink and sat down at a table that gave me a view of the door so I could see when she arrived. I was waiting for about five minutes and she came through the door. She was a bit larger than she looked in her photos. She wasn’t obese, she was heavy in the hips and belly area with a small bust. Kind of misshapen and frumpy. She was about 5’2”, had wavy shoulder length dark hair held back with a cloth headband, bright blue eyes, and a cute smile. She wore a flowered sundress that was not very complimentary to her figure. She wasn’t horrible looking, but she was far from what I was expecting after looking at her photos. Not being shallow I don’t base my opinions based on looks alone so I wasn’t going to let my disappointment in being catfished by decisive photos stand in the way of having some drinks and casual conversation, which is exactly what we did.
The Pharmacist: Chapter 2
The Pharmacist: Chapter II
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*How can he be so sure that it’s me?? I’m barely wearing any makeup right now! Let’s play it coy.* Lilac bit her lip. “Sorry?”
Her hazel eyes meet his warm brown eyes coolly.
Vincent cleared his throat. “I apologize, I just thought you looked really familiar.”
Lilac feigned an innocent smile, “You know… I think you look familiar too…”
Vincent laughed. Lilac felt a slight tingling sensation between her legs at the noise. *God even his live laugh is sexy.*
He shifted a few papers on his counter, “What is your full name and date of birth?” *Time for confirmation*.
Lilac told him. She watched him masterfully type the information into the computer, his fingers long and strong, agile and purposeful.
“So, Lilac, what brings you here today?”
Lilac handed him the doctor’s notes and prescription. “There was a mistake the last time I came to pick up my prescription. So, I came back today with the doctor’s notes and the prescription itself for further clarification. The doctor told me these should help clear up any confusions here, and hopefully I won’t need to wait too long to pick up the correct prescription.”
Snapchats with friends turns into 8 months of partner swapping [MF]
Myself, Kristie [F28] and my fiancé Brendon [M29] had been regularly sending NSFW snapchats to long time couple friends Rebecca [F28] and her long time boyfriend Christian [M27]. They lived 5 hours from us a few cities away and one day messaged to say Christian had a job transfer and they were coming to the same city as us! What followed was 8 or so months of couple swapping and having the greatest sex of my life. Sadly Covid hit and his job disappeared so they’ve moved back. Alas I’m gonna write up a few stories of some of the best few memories as I’m now dwelling and having withdrawals now they’re gone ? ?
Rebecca was a brown haired, pasty white girl of average height, with perky average sided boobs and a slightly bigger butt for her figure. Christian was a black haired, tanned European descent of some sort guy of average height, with a dad bodish sort of look. My fiancé Brendon was a blonde haired, white guy with a few tattoos on his arms, average height as well and also rocking the dad bod sort of look. Neither guys are gym junkies but neither were unfit or unhealthy. And last but not least I’m a pasty white, blondey browny haired girl, average height again, C cup boobs and a big fat white booty that my mother gifted me along with thighs that touch ? ?
His Mistress Part 1
Hey guy I’m not really a writer but I just wanted to try my hand at this since I was feeling inspired. Anyway sorry for the grammatical errors in advance.
You never thought you’d be in this situation. Cock-hungry and attention deprived by the guy with the dad bod who approached you at the bar 3 months ago.
He was definitely not your type but you appreciated his confidence for even approaching you. You were ready to dismiss him but before you had the chance he disarmed you with his smile and the corniest joke that for some reason only he could’ve pulled off. You size him up, look at his hands, and noticed a mark around his ring finger. He’s married but he’s trying to hide it you think to your self, what a scumbag. But for some reason, you can’t bring yourself to end the conversation. He’s funny, attentive and isn’t looking at your breast every three seconds. It was a nice change of pace from the regular jerkwads that approach you.
Coming back home
Standing on his feet all day and dealing with miserable people who constantly question his judgment. He puts a smile on his face, every time someone’s insulting him or one his co-worker, from the other side of the counter. What else he can do? Money isn’t cheap. Sometimes it comes with insults.
When he is not smiling, he is always tired, sad, and burning from the inside. Waiting for his shift to end, when he can go back riding subways to home. For most days, he doesn’t think much, only that, if he could end his misery. Only if he could find his drive. Rarely when he gets a seat on the last train to home, he lets his mind replay the series of events that happen during the day. Mostly, they consist of different kinds of insults or some new insult he heard that day.
In those moments of replays, he tries to find moments of success, when a customer is genuine and shows any type of kindness. Those rare moments, makes him smile again when his head is laid back to the window. This time, he too genuinely smiles.
Black Vinyl [FF, MC, Fetish] (Part 2 of 2)
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Angela couldn’t figure out why Kathryn hadn’t come by with her car yet. She was expecting to make the car swap an hour ago. Then she’d have plenty of time to get to the salon for her nail appointment before her date.
Well, could it really be called a date. She was meeting up with the guy from last night. Surprisingly, because she never extended one night stands past a one night stand. But he was so hot, she couldn’t pass up the opportunity for an encore.
The only problem was she was supposed to me him at St. Jack’s bar, and currently she had no car.
Angela had called Kathryn at least a dozen times in the past half hour, and if she called anymore it would just serve to get her more worked up. Where could the girl have gone! She wasn’t even answering her cell phone.
In a haze of frustration, Angela calmed down enough that it occurred her that something may have happened to Kathryn. A part of her hoped it didn’t happen while Kathryn was in her car. But she had her own car, and there’s no reason for Kath to have been driving hers today.
How I made $500 fucking my cousin [FM]
Ha, so this is not my proudest moment, but both my husband and a bunch of people here wanted me to write it up when I mentioned it in a comment over on ARAD. This all went down a few weeks after I started college. I went to a small college that emptied out over the weekends, and after the first weekend of sitting alone, I started inviting friends up to hang out. After the first month my cousin Jimmy was messaging me and asking what I do all weekend on campus, etc. And he said that he was going to go to this show of a band he really likes that was about 10 minutes from my campus and asked if he could crash in my dorm since my roommate would be gone.
Sure! I had no other plans and was bored. He got me a ticket and that night he picked me up. Jimmy is older than me, he’s 23, I’m 18 at this point, but he’s always been a bit of an awkward dude. He’s average height and an obsessive runner, half latino with short hair and not bad looking. We were always really close growing up and I spent a lot of time hanging out at his house when my family was being shitty.
A Helping Hand Pt.2
Part 1 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hzazl7/a_helping_hand_pt1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)
This is a story about the time I visited my best friend Daisy who I met in college.
A few days past after our evening encounter, and everything seemed normal as though nothing happened. My time was shared between babysitting her one year old Alex while she went shopping for the holidays, playing games together, cleaning up, and painting/decorating.
It was early afternoon, I had just put Alex down for his afternoon nap and went to find Daisy to see what she was up to. I could hear some commotion in the utility room which was recently decorated, so guessed she was adding some finishing touches. I walked into the room and there she was bent over the counter trying to reach something. Today she wore just a long t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, and no bra. She hadn’t bothered with her super short shorts either, instead as she bent over, her t-shirt had risen to reveal a pair of soft cotton white panties with pink dots clinging tightly against her ass cheeks. Wow she had such a beautiful ass, pert but not to small neither too big. I stood there admiring the view with all kinds of wild thoughts running through my head, I was almost getting hard.
I thought I was home alone. Ebony spying on new white neighbor. Big titties
The timing was perfect. That new redhead next door was coming back from the gym and no one in my house had came home from school/work. His window was straight across from mine and I just knew he knew he was in full visual range. The way he would slowly pull his dirty gym shorts down making large gestures to his strawberry blonde bush just before the rosy pink tip of his cock popped free of their restraint. I hurried and freed my dark chocolate titties from underneath my purple sports bra and began to play with my hardening button nipples
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