[MF] Tinder Even Works in China Part I and II

**This is a repost, but I had deleted it and someone was nice enough to send it to me. I promise I’ll get a new experience out, that is far less emo than the shit I’ve been posting, on this greatest of all global holidays. #fucktrump, which you know… not super relevant to me fucking Chinese girls. But seriously fuck that guy.**

It’s been a busy 3 or 4 months of traveling for work and fucking hasn’t been very high on my priority list, but shortly before flying back to the US for Christmas, I figured I’d fire up Tinder and roll those dice. It feels like some days your stock is up, and sometimes it’s down, but for a little over 26 hours on December 13th, 2017, my fuck stock was a full-on bull market.

I’ll Stop the World and Fuck with You (Chapter: 2) [FM] [timestop][ENF][huml]

# Chapter 2: Hot for Teachers

I am so thrown off by the incident earlier I hardly register where I am until see the obnoxious history teacher, Miss Miller, standing in front of the class. She’s certainly not annoying to look at. She has a petite build, with big thick-rimmed square hipster glasses over her rounded face, curly brown hair cut fairly short, and really distinctive green eyes. No, what makes Miss Miller obnoxious is her personality. Fresh out of college, she considers herself the hottest and coolest teacher of the school. She insists students call her by her first name, Suzanne, and she peppers her lectures with unfunny, sometimes downright cringeworthy ‘slang’ and memes, acting like she’s the funniest, quirkiest teacher around. The highlight of any lesson of hers is when she starts talking about her boyfriend, who, according to the tales, is totally cool and hip and everybody loves him. Looking past Miss Miller, I see a photoshopped picture of Emperor Augustus dabbing projected onto the board. This lecture’s going to be a long one.

Superman/Wonder Woman – Prove to Me You’re Mine [reluctance][rough sex][oral][Fanfiction]

I’m a nerd and I like to read comics, but sometimes my dirty thoughts are too distracting…I just need to get it out of my system.

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*The Temple of Hephaestus, Athens.*

It was a mess. It was all Pandora’s fault. She’d brought the Pandora’s box here. The box that contained all evil…it had made Superman ill, cursed everyone, and driven all of them mad.

A massive fight broke out amongst the heroes. *All* of them.

“EVIG EM EHT XOB!” Zatanna snarled, her pretty face contorted in anger. “Blimey! Zee, not you too! Not *everyone,*” Constantine muttered.

Constantine barely dodged Frankenstein’s punch, which destroyed the ground next to him and made the temple shake. Green Lantern chained Batman up with his ring power. The Flash immobilized Catwoman with a rope. Shazam blasted Deadman metres away with his magic. Green Arrow shot an arrow at Superman. Hawkman’s Nth metal and Aquaman’s trident clashed. The Sea Queen’s arm transformed into an enormous tree trunk and she aimed a punch at Wonder Woman.

Wonder Woman dodged her attack and returned a punch to her face. In the corner of her eye, she saw Batman placing the box in his pouch. He flung his grappling claw onto a wall and carried himself up.

First meeting

Seeing you across the room looking up at me, trying to tell if it’s actually me or not. I wave. You look relieved and wave back as I continue walking in your direction. Once I’m at the table I take a seat on the chair next to you and begin to go through the drink menu. As I flip through I feel your eyes on me, on all of me, as you undress me in your mind. With only one thing on our mind we have one quick drink, accompanied by some small talk. You’re hand placed on my bare knee slowly makes it way up my thigh as we finish our drinks. I pretend I don’t notice, and you pretend you don’t notice how I’m flinching as you get closer to my inner thigh. With my legs exposed, and my skirt being short and skintight you slowly slip your hand underneath. We make eye contact as you notice that I’m not wearing anything underneath the skirt. Instead all you feel is the wetness. With our drinks finished, we quickly pay the bill and get ready to go.

[FM] Caught masturbating naked and fucked by my roommate’s cousin

Freshman year of college, I lived in a dorm with 4 girls. There were 2 bedrooms and 1 bathroom that we all shared. I had gotten pretty close with all the people I lived with so at a certain point I would just walk from the shower into my room without any clothes or a towel. Some of my roommates would occasionally do the same. I think I saw all of them naked at least once during the year.

Near the end of that year, my roommate told me that her cousin would be visiting on Friday, but by the time that day rolled around, I had completely forgotten. So on that Friday afternoon, I went to take a shower, like I always do. My roommate had class then, so when I was done, I just dried off a bit, hung up my towel, and walked into my bedroom completely naked.

I am about 5’4″. I have long brown straight hair and pretty pale skin. I wouldn’t say I am skinny but I’d like to think I have a nice figure. My boobs are 36D.

Shared my wife and may not get her back [MF]

A little background. My wife and I have been married for a little over 9 years. Our sex life has always been great and we decided we were in a good place to spread our proverbial wings a bit. I’m bi, as is she so we aren’t shy about sex. After talking about it we decided finding someone for her would be the route we would enjoy the most. I’ve always thought seeing her with another man would be fun. We discussed a lot of options, from a stranger at the bar to finding someone and becoming friends first. After our discussions finding a nice black man would be fun and is a fantasy that suited both of our needs.

For anyone that has every tried finding a good match in this arena, you already know how difficult it is. Chemistry is important, as well as safety. After six months of looking we found someone that we thought would work out well. The plan was for me to meet him first, discuss the rules and ensure I was comfortable. Then we would bring her in to the conversation to see how it worked for her. This is usually where it failed. On this encounter it finally worked out.

Rando[M] [Group] [F]un at a Swingers Club

It all began on a Friday evening where my husband and I spontaneously decided to attend a lifestyle club while in Europe. Here they are referred to as liberal clubs. We are in a country where only I (wife) speak the language. Prior to entering the club we discussed our rules. No soft or full swap. Only together, touching is ok. Our rules are intended to get our feet wet in the lifestyle rather than diving head first and doing something we may not be full 100 % sure of.

As we enter the doors of this club we are taken on a tour of the place. Pools, huge red playroom, BDSM room, glory hole room, Jacuzzi, shower, two bars, a dance floor and an outside patio area with seating.

We head straight for the bar, grabbing our two drinks to start the night. We sit outside people watching. We observe the conversation amongst couples. For mostly trying to pick up on The Vibes exchanged amongst couples in order to better understand how to sort of find what we’re looking for. Now we didn’t come into this club expecting to swap. We didn’t come into this expecting to do anything at all really. We came to have a good time to talk to like-minded people and maybe find someone we click with that we could possibly swap or play with one day.

Lovely, slutty Dana. [MF]

Dana. Lovely Dana. I’d had a crush in her forever. It wasn’t just her looks, her olive skin and big brown eyes and black, black hair. Petite. Little perky tits and a pert little ass. It was her reputation that made me crave her. To her friends she was the one that got around. The one that had flings with married businessmen more than twice her age. Everyone who knew her knew someone who’d fucked her, or had fucked her themselves.

Just thinking about her made me hard. It still does. One of those girls whose name you’d always associate with a semi. The kind of name you’d never give your daughter. Like [Grace.] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/875jrg/or_we_could_just_yknow_fuckmf/)

I’d been friend zoned, on account of my being in a relationship with one of her friends – a long distance thing. We’d chat and flirt a bit and then anybody else would swoop in and have their go and I’d be left to my filthy, filthy imagination.

Dana.

Slutty Dana who never acted slutty which made it somehow sluttier. She never showed much skin. Never really wore tight things. The first time I saw her in a bikini I almost came in my pants.

She Can’t Be Stopped [MF] [crazy] [horror] [forced impreg]

Thank god that’s over.

My phone keeps going off, but I’m not responding. She was fucking crazy, and now I’ve broken up with her, and its over.

It’s dark in my room, except for the lightning outside. The rain is coming down heavy, and the wind howls outside. I get a bad feeling from storms, it beats the summer heat obviously, but I can never sleep alone in a storm.

The entire room glows for a microsecond, and then immeadiately the thunder shakes the house to its core. Nope, I’m not gonna get any sleep tonight.

I ventured downstairs, the lightning lighting my way. The hardwood floors creak under my feet, I find my chair and my remote and turn on the television. National Geographic. Something about a lioness hunting a lion.

I hear a tree creaking outside, and then… a knock on the door? Is someone out there? I should let them out of the storm, its only getting worse out there.

I answer the door, in the background I hear the the TV announce the death of the lion. No one is there. Maybe a big rain drop hit the door just right? I close the door, and I make sure it is locked. Storms always give me spooks.

That Time I Was a Groupie, I think? [MF]

I pushed my hands into my pockets, and with the toe of my shoe kicked a little rock around on the asphalt. I could feel my dick beginning to pulse, as if it knew that twenty minutes later I’d be deep in her throat, her eyes watering, mascara running down her cheeks as she gagged on me like it could bring her eternal life. I tried to think of something else. I looked up and smiled.

“I um,” she rubber her hand on her thigh “I um, you know this isn’t something I do a lot.”

I laughed and for a second my ADHD kicked in. Her garage door was open. “Why do you have 3 heavy bags hanging in your garage?” I asked perplexed.

“Focus son!” she giggled, “I’m trying to tell you I don’t bring strangers into my house a lot.”