Update 1 – [M] 19 [F] 32 Does she want me or is it all my imagination

Update  – Does she want me or is it all my imagination M19 F32
[ Update – Since couple of guys asked me too]
I don’t have any new developments to share but I can share certain things from the day she moved into my room, (March 10) Just before the lockdown and all

On the first day she arrived .. She was still planning on renting a new place like a PG(Paying Guest) kind of thing. My mom was still trying to convince her to stay with us. Atleast for year or so (her husband was still managing a lot of things so he needed
some time to manage all that stuff). But she was reluctant to stay with us, my mom also kind of started to stop convincing her. But now and then I would put a thought on my mother’s mind on how she could help me with my studies, and even though I never touched my books before a day of my exam, I would pretend to ask doubts from my cousin in front my mom.

I [f]ace-fucked [m]y 20-year old tenant after she wrecked my wall – part 3

First, to address the handful of people who said this is a fake story.

Did this really happen? Yes. Am I embellishing aspects of the story? Absolutely.

I don’t have the photographic memory necessary to remember every encounter I’ve ever had with this level of detail. I can remember about 80%-85% of what happened, maybe more of the hot and heavy stuff, and then I use my 32 years’ experience as a human who has interacted with other humans to fill in the blanks in an attempt to tell a compelling and cohesive story.

Writing was a big part of my therapy when my parents died, and to be honest I’ve been feeling like I’m lacking intimacy during this whole quarantine situation. Recounting these stories on paper the last couple of days has helped me feel better than I have in weeks.

So believe me, don’t believe me… it’s your prerogative. I’m enjoying my time reminiscing about some fun things that happened, and I hope anyone who’s reading enjoys my, albeit somewhat skewed, trip down memory lane. No, it didn’t all happen exactly like this. There are no jump cuts in real life, but the foundation and spirit of the stories are rooted in actual events.

The Music Festival Part 1 [MF] – M30 has great sex with F28 girlfriend after his friend’s F18 sister teases him all day

After an eight hour wait for the gates to open, we were finally in the campsite and setting up our tents.

It was a slightly different group this year. All the usual guys were here but, for the first time, the wives and girlfriends were coming along too. I’d brought my girlfriend Sarah along.

At twenty-eight, she was a couple of years younger than me – I was turning thirty and it was making me feel old for the first time in my life. The other guys and girls were all around the same age. All except for Dave’s companion. Dave had been dumped by his girlfriend just a few weeks before the festival so he’d agreed instead to bring along his little sister Emily as her eighteenth birthday present.

Emily was the typical annoying teenager. She spent more time on her phone than talking to anyone and always wanted to change the music on our outdoor speaker.

Let me just describe Emily to you for a second. She’s a fairly short girl, maybe around five-foot-two, with long dark hair. I couldn’t tell if it was dyed black or not, but it gave her a bit of an emo look. Her eyes were bright blue and when she made eye contact it felt like they were piercing your soul!

[FF] Went down on my straight friend minutes before she walked down the aisle

I’ve debated whether or not to tell this story because it’s not one I’m particularly proud of. Buuuut it’s something I need to get off my chest. So here I am. Screaming into the internet void instead of talking to a therapist about it.

A camp friend of mine, let’s call her Trish, got engaged to her high school sweetheart, Evan, a couple months into our freshman year of college. She quickly found that planning a wedding and taking a full course load was too difficult, and she ended up taking a leave of absence for the remainder of the semester and instead picked up shifts at her former high school waitressing gig. I liked Evan well enough, but I found Trish’s decision to put her future on hold in order to plan a one-day event perplexing and concerning. I tried talking to her about it during one of our weekly Skype dates, but she always shut down the discussion, saying she loved him and this was a small sacrifice to make for their dream wedding. Worried about driving her away or isolating her further into the relationship if I kept pushing the issue, I just dropped it.

[F]ucking [m]y neighbour during quarantine

I live alone in a rather small apartment that I’ve been trying to move out of, but since we’re in lockdown that hasn’t exactly been a possibility. Now, there’s a lot of things that are bad with this apartment, but the absolute worst thing is the insulation. I can literally hear my neighbours go at it all night every night, and getting sleep has been not been a simple task to say the least. Luckily for me, I work from home, meaning I can get a shit-ton of work done during those waking hours of the night if I want to.

But like with most couples, this quarantine has taken its toll. Starting a week ago or so, I could hear them fight, the guy would often throw things, as I could hear them hitting the wall, but the woman would make up a significant portion of the yelling.

I didn’t pay too much attention to it until two nights ago, I was semi-drunk after drinking half a dozen beers while watching the fellowship of the ring for the 100th time, when I heard screaming, and this time it wasn’t shouting, it was actually screams of fear. I got up from the couch and placed my ear to the wall, trying to make out the words that were spoken, but all I heard were things being thrown and slammed, the last thing I heard was the front door slamming shut, then it was silence.

College theater class proves very rewarding [mf] [long]

During my college senior spring, one of just two classes I took was an acting class. I just needed any credit, plus a few friends were taking it, including some girls on the cheerleading team, so I figured what the heck. Oh, and I lived in a house just a block away from the edge of campus where the theater was, making the commute to class unbeatable.

One hot, sweaty day near the end of the semester, we were performing small group scenes. The professor decided our theme would be water — namely, throwing water all over each other and staying cool. He was fun and ridiculous that way, and it really got us out of the awkwardness that sometimes stifled a theater class full of non-actors.

I don’t remember what my group’s scene was, but we all ended up standing in a line in front of our audience of classmates. I’d been one of the lucky recipients of water thrown on me, and my t-shirt was halfway off, just draped over one shoulder. Now, I’m handsome, and I’ve always stayed in decent enough shape playing intramural sports, but that semester, since I had little else to do, I’d been hitting the gym a few times a week. Nothing crazy, but dumbbell workouts had my upper body looking muscular and trim.

Repressed Virgin [F] 25 Get Her Breeding Wish From [M] 41

I met Mandy for the first time at Burning Man. She was tall with a thin athletic body – and not wearing very many clothes at the time. Luckily her red hair and big smile prevented me from giving her the male up and down too overtly. I was instantly drawn to her lively personality and wanted to remove the little she was wearing. Unfortunately, other than that brief meeting we didn’t get to spend any more time together at Burning Man.

A month later I get a message from a friend who says Mandy is day drinking with a group of Burning Man friends at a pool party. He claims she “really needs to get laid but really just wants to fuck a nice guy”. He already tried, but she wasn’t into banging him and his girlfriend apparently haha. So he gives her my number! It all sounds too good to be true and not surprisingly, she never called. I was traveling so it didn’t really matter, but I made plans to be around for their next house party in a couple weeks.

[F]24 My horny roommate did everything to fuck me [M]26

I used to live in a big shared detached house that over the years had up to 10 residence, mainly couple and singles.

During the years, I’ve came across many different roommates, there was a young student selling her photos, underwear, socks, shoes online and asked me to do things for her.

( I can do a part 2 if this goes well, just ask in the comments )

During my teenage and early 20’s i was very familiar with a certain name that I had heard around my town a lot and all the experiences people has had with her, she was known to be a slut etc but the stories were wild and we always shared them if we heard something.

And visa versa.

I was also known to be a player, a lady’s man, bit of a playboy around town. I was even told by girls who fucked me, that I’m a “notorious man whore!” But they still bed me because they’ve only heard only positive stories.

We had not met at all during our lives but I guess it was destined.

[FM] My boyfriend creampied me in a public park

Every once in a while, my boyfriend and I are vindictive. It’s a flaw of ours. But also fun? Sometimes.

One beautiful Sunday, my boyfriend Henry and I had plans to go to a nearby park. I woke up to him shuffling around the apartment excitedly, packing a picnic basket and humming under his breath. Fucking morning people. “It’s too early,” I whined, “we don’t have to leave for another couple hours.”

“Why wait? We can go for breakfast instead of lunch!”

“Fuck no.”

“What will it take for me to get you up?”

“World peace.”

“Well I can’t do that right now, babe.”

I groaned and turned over, burying my face in a pillow and knowing exactly what to say to distract him. “I’m too horny to leave the house yet.”

I heard some objects clatter as Henry dropped them, running over to pounce on me. “Well THAT I can fix!”

Naked, on my back,

his hands press firmly against my shoulders, laying me down on the bed where he wants me to be; and an exultant freedom accompanies the submission. Adrenaline and endorphins pump through my bloodstream and moisten my cooch. Starting to breathe heavily, he lifts his cock to my mouth and I open wide.

*His dick is fine,* I observe, like it was carved by some sweet sculptor. As his head presses against my lips I remember to breathe through my nose, and my hand goes to my pussy. *He’s so hard,* I think as he presses past my lips against my tongue.

My other hand reaches for his hip, pulling him closer. Satisfied grunts escape him as he presses himself down my throat, and I swoon with the loss of control. I want it as badly as my body wants to breathe, and the terrific tension brings me closer to orgasm as he thrusts in, and out.

When he pulls out I draw in a deep breath, a smile playing on my lips at his lingering taste. “Good *girl,”* he whispers, and I grin wider as he suddenly grabs my head, pressing himself back down my throat. Reflexively I gag, and when he tries to pull away I grab him by the waist, forcing his pelvis against my cheeks.