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The Professor, Part 5 [fM]

It had been a few days since she had seen the Professor at the restaurant. She couldn’t stop thinking of them going down on each other in the bathroom that night, and the excitement she felt knowing that she could get caught by her boyfriend. She didn’t want to hurt him and she didn’t want to get caught but the idea of being a dirty slut in a public place really got her going. The car, the podium, the bathroom at the restaurant.. she loved it. But the times that she had sex with the Professor at her apartment were equally exciting and she found herself wondering if she could easily quit him when it came time for her to move home for the summer.

After he had discovered she had a boyfriend, the Professor became somewhat aloof through text message. After three days of little contact she was beginning to panic. Her heart raced and dropped at his one word responses. She thought of his soft mouth pushed between her legs and she couldn’t imagine stopping things with him just yet. Finally she called him, which she had rarely done in the past, if ever. It was always text or snap, occasionally a FaceTime, but just talking on the phone? That’s not really what they were about. But she suddenly began feeling very different. She needed to see him and fuck him and taste him and hold him, and she told herself as soon as she did that then she would reconcile her feelings for him. Her previously buried but always there feelings. Read more »

Nicole’s Wet Thong Chapter 2: Todd’s Story

*Todd’s Apartment: Friday 01 August 2014 3:47AM*

As soon as I arrived home yesterday afternoon, I saw the ten dollar bill Nicole had given to me almost fall to the floor as I pulled the plastic baggie out of my pocket. I smiled when I saw what she had written on the back of the money before dropping it on the floor along with my shorts. I kicked off my flip flops, but didn’t bother taking off my shirt, and I was already opening the plastic baggie as I made my way into the bedroom. Nicole’s soaking wet purple thong was out of the baggie before my bare ass hit the bed.

Nicole’s thong was extremely slippery…so slippery in fact that I almost dropped it when I took it out of its plastic confinement. The milky fluid from her young teenaged old hole had the consistency and slickness of an expensive oil based lube like ID Glide Millennium, but was at least twice as slippery, and I knew I would only need a little on the tips of my fingers to accomplish my mission of cumming all over myself. My left hand went to my pre-cum lubed hard-on, and I let my pre-cum mix with the teen’s juices on my fingers before I started stroking. I held the purple thong to my nose and inhaled as deep as I could, the fresh scent of her teen pussy driving me over the edge quicker than it ever had before. Read more »

How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love (er…Tolerate) Rimming [FM]

About me, because you want a mental image I’m sure: I’m Brooke, I’m 24, 5’3″, 135 lbs. I’m all ass, no tit, and I look vaguely Lebanese but am actually Cuban.

So as I discussed in the last thread I made, I went through a bit of a period between the time I was 18 until I was about 20. I was doing risky things with people I didn’t know on a semi-regular basis, probably once a month or so. It was like I was in heat; the combination of attention and the ability to finally fulfill certain fantasies or cravings combined together to make me do things that, in retrospect, were not really very well thought out.

I had started by meeting men in hotels. Strangers. I’d troll Craigslist and find guys looking for women who either had pictures I like or a way about them (you can get a sense of how someone is from how they write, usually). I tried mostly to stick to men who were in town for work, but it wasn’t like I was background checking them or anything, I just assumed if they said they were they were and went with it. Read more »

[FM] I slept with men for money in order to afford my Double-Ds

***Pics in my post history, for the curious.***

**The Problem** I’ve never doubted my attractiveness. I’ve always gotten a lot of male attention. I’ve got tattoos. I dye my hair platinum blond. I like revealing clothing. But the problem was I didn’t have the figure to for the outfits I liked. I was flat. I had a curvy ass but nothing up top. I looked like an hour glass that was only half full. And so I decided at 20 that I wanted implants. I did lots of research, but cash flow was a problem. I had a job that covered rent, bills, and fun. But saving up 10K seemed impossible. I’d never bought anything near that expensive. Not even my car.

**The Solution** My family doesn’t have a lot of money. I wasn’t going to borrow from a friend. I’d been proposition by men since I was a teenager. The first time I was still in high school and hanging out at the mall in a short leather skirt I’d borrowed from a friend. At 18 I had a fake ID and spent most nights in dive bars with my friends. Older men who are drinking can be bold. I’d hooked up with a few just for the hell of it. So when a guy offered me money I thought “what the hell?” Read more »

[MF] My Ex Was In Town Last Weekend and I’m Still Processing It [LONG] [Cheating]

Names of people and places changed to protect anonymity.

I hadn’t seen Rainy in maybe two and a half years, not since she left town after we broke up, talked about getting back together, and it fell apart again. We had only within the last few months started talking again with any regularity via text. I had recently scrapped FB and Messenger from my phone and she literally asked (in text) how we were supposed to talk and I said, “Uh, in this app?”

Over the ensuing conversations, she said she was going to be coming back for a few days in September and asked if we could get together for a coffee. I agreed. At the time, I didn’t think anything of it. I was still with Cherie.

But then September came and Cherie and I split. Now, Rainy showing up meant something different. I let it go, though. I know how Rainy is. She’s not into one-night stands and she’s seeing somebody; she’s not into cheating.

That time [M]y internet date was a little [F]orward, and asked to see my cock.

Internet dating is always rough, sometimes it’s just boring meet and greats over a drink, where they feel more like an interview than any sort of date, and you just become numb to the possible romantic aspects of them.

This one was no different. Her name was Marissa, she was 29 years old, an aspiring actress by day and a waitress by night. She’s a caramel colored Mexican girl, with short dark, straight hair, a very cute face and some slight curves. She’s very cute, but not the kind of girl you stare at from across the bar. She was pleasant to talk to, sarcastic and smart, but the whole date felt rushed. She had to get to work at 8pm at a restaurant nearby, so we met for happy hour after I got off work. The conversation wasn’t remarkable and there didn’t seem like there was time for any connection to form. I think we’d both been doing this internet dating thing too long. I think she only agreed to meet because the bar near my house is close to her work. I’m several years older than her, and it’s showing in our conversation..

Movie Night [MF][Oral]

Sitting together on the bed, the soft hum of the tv as a movie plays in the background. Neither of them paying much attention to the show anymore. Not since he pulled her close and she cuddled in, resting her head against his chest. Each lost in the moment as they stare into the others eyes.

The flirting between them only seemed to be building to this moment. His hand slowly tracing shapes on her shoulder while she looks up at him from where she is lying down
She smiles. “What would you do first?”she asks. “Go straight to the rough biting and pulling or would you like to slowly run your fingers along my breasts, drawing patterns along my nipples?. Or just touching them in passing, as they are aching to be played with?”

He inhales, listening to her every word with intrigue. He has to restrain himself. Not yet. She continues.

“Or are you going to keep playing with my collarbone? Tracing shapes and brushing my neck.” She shivers at the slight warmth of his touch as his hand runs along the front of her neck. Read more »

Topping Off A Great Night Out [MM, MMM] [Public Restroom] [OC]

Ever have a friend who is a lot of fun, but unreliable?

That’s Jake. Tonight we went out for a night of bar hopping, got about four beers in, and then somehow he ended up ditching me. This happens a lot. It’s not like he does it on purpose, just that when he’s drinking he gets ideas in his head like “Hey that girl outside is hot!” or “Weren’t we going to the bar next door?”

I put up with it because he’s hot. Now, if he heard me saying that, he’d probably freak out. As far as he knows we’re just a couple of straight dudes drunkenly chasing chicks. But I have to admit, it’s an added bonus that he has amazing dark hair, deep eyes you can get lost in, and plump lips I can just imagine wrapping themselves around my…

Anyway. We don’t do that.

Usually I run into him at another bar in a half hour, but tonight he’s just gone. Oh well. I’ll probably have better luck picking up a girl without his loud drunken ass hanging off my shoulder anyway. Read more »