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There’s no long story here, just a short confession, but something about Taylor Swift just does it for me. I’m never able to get off as well to porn or pictures of guys as I am to pictures of her. I don’t know why, but I love fingering myself to her.
I’m not bi, I’ve done stuff with my friends before and wasn’t aroused, per say. But Taylor Swift’s face & body makes me wet and I am able bring me to orgasm in minutes. No other women’s pictures can do that to me.
Is that weird??
This is our first post, so bare with us.
My boyfriend [M], lets call him Ethan, and I [F] went on a cruise last month and ordered the drink package for extra fun. There was a very beautiful girl we’ve seen pretty often but happened to always be with a guy every time we saw her, so naturally we assumed that was her boyfriend. We’ve always been into threesomes, I’ve had more experiences and my boyfriend was fairly new to it and the first one he had was with me. So we have no problem saying when we think a girl is hot or we’d like to just fuck her. Since the first time we saw this girl, let’s call her Jessica, she always caught our attention. She was short (as am I) with a great ass and very innocent face, which are always the freakiest girls. But seeing as she was always with this guy, we never really struck a conversation with her, just kept seeing her at the casino bar every time we went there.
Sorry I didn’t post sooner, my phone ran out of battery during the day and most of this was written on there…
So this is the follow up to yesterday with an added twist to it too.
After the events of Thursday night I received an email from our Gym Friend.
(I’ll change her name for her privacy, for the purpose of this, as I can’t just keep calling her Gym Girl. We’ll call her “Sarah”)
Her email was as follows:
Screenshot: [https://imgur.com/a/nMVhzTr](https://imgur.com/a/nMVhzTr)
Obviously it was a YES. I was left feeling pretty damn exhausted so I left work early telling them I was feeling unwell. Planning on resting up so I had plenty of energy for the evening.
However, my bus sadly got delayed due to the bad rain, then after getting home, barely got any extra sleep due to roadworks having started literally a few meters from our front door.
Not a great start. Realising sleep wasn’t happening, I started chatting away on Reddit.
One extremely sexy Redditor who I’ve followed for a bit, and is one of my favourites messaged me early afternoon.
(I don’t know if she wants to be linked, so for this I’ll just refer to her as R going forward)
Sorry for the wait for part 7, I have been very busy and havent really been in the right mood to write. Hopefully this was worth the wait! anyone who is excited for My Fuck Buddy Part 2 will be glad to know that it will be the next submission posted after this :) hope you enjoy!
*Click* the camera snapped another selfie of Christine as she posed erotically for the photo. Pulling her tight, form fitting top down to make her cleavage spill out of the neckline. Her glossed up lips where parted slightly with her tongue brushing across the plump DSL’s between her legs sat the huge dildo which had become her partner in crime as of late. Making creepy old men and hot young studs cum for her while she performed for the camera. Since her first show she had grown in more ways than one; her profile had quickly become the top 10 on the cam site in which she had devoted 5 nights a week to. It made her confidence grow from sheepish to the way she was with George and his big fat cock.
So for those of you that have read one of the stories I’ve shared so far, you’d know that I tend not to embellish and keep the stories fairly straight cut. Even the title of this sounds fake but with some back story (likely a lot of back story sorry) you should be able to follow on pretty well.
I’ll start by saying this was with my Ex-fiancé not my current fiancé, so let’s just call her Hannah to make it easy. Hannah was (is) very close to her mum (sorry I’m an Aussie I’m spelling it mum) to the point where she would prioritise her mother over her friends and, leading to our downfall eventually, her relationships. I’ll admit during our relationship I had rose-tinted glasses for her, but once broken up I could see how toxic their relationship was. Hannah would essentially be bitchy to her friends, often on her mums advice, until they stopped talking to her then always had her mum to come back to before the cycle would repeat when she met new friends.
This was one of those weird situations you’re gonna think I made up. But I’m going back 35 years here.
I had this job that sent me to this remote town for two or three nights once a month. The town had about 4,000 people but it was a hub for a huge empty area. It had a modern hospital and other amenities you wouldn’t think such a small place would have.
The bars and the people were pretty drab. But one night, there was a lively bunch of young women. I don’t mind admitting I’m kind of a weird guy. I often ran experiments on myself. I had, previously to going on this job, some close calls with dangerously psycho girls, sex diseases, and surprise boyfriends who chat about murder. I wondered if I could be like this 13th Century saint dude I was reading and go straight from waking up in a different bed every morning to no physical contact at all.
Of course, floating around in this empty landscape tipped the scales in favour of success. Unless I was going to fuck Mother Nature by digging a hole in the ground, there wasn’t a lot of temptation. So when I spied these eight women, I thought “Challenge accepted.”
[Note: everyone in this story was over 18 at the time]
Most of my sexual experiences heading into college were pretty vanilla. It wasn’t until my freshmen year that I started to really explore and understand some of my own kinks. Specifically, one day towards the end of the first semester.
I went to a pretty large college with a big emphasis on football games. I myself didn’t really care to go to a lot of them; crowds weren’t really my thing. Besides, when games were on campus, the dorms were much more private. It was also much easier to get away with drinking as most of the RA’s and staff were at the games, and the police were plenty busy.
Towards the end of the semester, my friends Dave, Kevin and I decided to stay in and drink instead of heading to the game. It turned out to be one of the best decisions we made that year.
Technically the whole family adopted Cooper, but from an early age it became apparent that he was Brittany’s dog. He answered only to her call, slept at the foot of her bed, and spent every waking moment he could right by her side. Naturally Brittany’s sister Sarah was a little jealous, but in time she simply smiled at the dog’s antics. It certainly wasn’t like Cooper meant to offend her, and the time the dog left her alone gave her more time to attend to her studies.
At 21, Sarah was bookish in both character and appearance, her quiet demeanor appropriately matched by her short cut blonde hair and plain, conservative glasses. Her usually flat face would occasionally morph into a subtle smile at an amusing anecdote, but she rarely laughed aloud or made humor of her own.
Even Sarah’s body seemed to reflect her aura. She was deathly pale and thin, almost painfully so, and those who had never seen her daily workout might deem her fragile. The rigid routine of this workout kept her body toned and her butt tight from many brisk jogs, but try as she might couldn’t enhance her small breasts through any exercise. Sarah rarely stood out in a crowd, but she was content this way. Few bothered to bother her.
Last night I cuffed my FWB to the bed, sat on his stomach and made him watch me masturbate. I’d never done this to him before so I was seeing what would happen.
It started off innocently enough as I would play with my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples. He was dirty talking me through it, telling me what he would do instead. I stayed silent, focused on me instead.
His talking died down once my hand went down towards my clit. His breathing got more shallow, something i never noticed before. I was worried he was going to pass out on me.
I made circular rotations around my clit, I could feel my cheeks heating up and I could feel the skin on his stomach getting wetter as my own wetness slid out of me.
I reached down, wiping the wetness with my finger, dragging it around a little just to make sure he was well aware of it. Goosebumps quickly popped up around the area. I put the finger in my mouth sucking on it while staring into his eyes.
Long time lurker but this just happened so wanted to write it as it was fresh in my mind. Please bare in mind I’m typing this from a train.
I would say I’m not that attractive, 6 foot, a little overweight, beardy with glasses. Typical nerd look, but I’ve done very well with women somehow. I’m 35, done my partying settling down now with long term girlfriend, but I’ve had some wild times in the past and have some great stories that I will share in time.
Currently on holiday, south Italy and it’s hot. 38 degree C for the past few days. Lots of girls walking around with not much on and it keeps my eyes busy behind my dark sunglasses. Well here is where it starts:
Girlfriend and I are on a regional train, now if you don’t know the regional lines in South Italy are slow, hot and busy. We traveling about an hour up the line. Sat on a group of four chairs, 2×2 facing each other. Girlfriend is at the window with our two bags on the chair opposite, i’m sat across from the empty seat next to her, travelling backwards. This is also the last group of chairs before a door to get on or off so people walk by alot.