Nightly conference calls [MF]

This story happened somewhat of a year ago – it is a little bit longer (roughly three pages – the fun starts at the hashtags). I’m not a native English speaker, so I am happy about any comments.

Back then, I was a senior associate in a management consulting company. The kind of company, where everything was just second to none. The people, the offices, the hotels, the travel, the invoices sent to clients etc. I don’t try to brag, I just want to give you the feeling what it was back then. The company advised mostly in the sphere of mergers and acquisition (so if you read American Psycho, you get a hint of the typical character of my colleagues). We worked long hours, mostly leaving the office past midnight and start again the next day around eight. Most of my peers were around 25, some younger, some older, I was 25 back then. We all had an excellent education, expensive clothes and were mainly driven by our career and the money we earned.

[MF] Testing Out Tinder Pt. 2 – The Hotel (fun)

We wearily walk across the long lobby entrance, the same two employees following us with their eyes. I’m sure we look a mess. We get into the hotel elevator, I press the button for the top floor and she wraps her arm around mine to pull herself close. Had it been 6 hours ago, I would have pressed her against the glass and passionately explored her body, but it’s past 6am and I am fully expecting her to walk straight to the bed and pass out. The elevator opens and I lead her down the long hallway to my room with a beautiful view of the city and the water, lit by the sun rising behind the hotel. She goes straight into the bathroom and closes the door.

I kick off my dress shoes and sit on the bed. After a while I start to wonder if she’s okay, but the sound of the faucet puts me at ease and I walk towards the bathroom to use it myself. The door opens and she walks past me, darting her eyes at mine, and giggling as I enter. I see what she’s giggling about – her panties are sitting on the counter next to the sink. I use the bathroom, check myself in the mirror, thoroughly wash my hands, and head to bed with a big smile on my face.

A presidential fucking (straight)

Trump had just finished another New York rally, they were getting harder every day. The crowds, the security, the teleprompters, they were all to much for trump.

He wanted, no, he ‘Needed’ a good fucking. Sadly his wife was in Florida. And the only girl in town was his biggest political rival, Hillary Clinton.

He picked up his phone and shot her a tweet “hey Hillary, wnt to meet up @ my pad for a fck fest?” To which she replied “???”

She arrived wearing a stunning dress she had been saving just for this moment. It was a red, skin tight leather jacket with matching pants. She looked like cat woman’s grandma, needless to say it turned trump on.

“So trump, you know they don’t call it the oral office for nothin” she said in a fake southern accent as she took her jacket off, revealing a pink tank top.

“I gotta tell you, this erection, it’s gonna be h’uge” as he took off his onesie pajamas revealing his weathered body.

Hillary lowered her self carefully to trumps penis area, and pulled down his black thong, revealing a disappointing penis.

[M]y Spontaneous [F]uck With An Ex

I’ll start this off for you by painting a picture of my ex, let’s call her Amber in the spirit of anonymity. Amber is on the taller side for a woman, around 5’7″. Her build is very average, not “fit”, but by no means overweight. She does have a beautiful pair of C cup tits, with relatively small nipples. Her waist is tapered down significantly from her broad hips, and sitting below those hips is her nicely shaped, full, thick ass that generously fills any pair of pants or shorts. But, she was boring. She wasn’t particularly adventurous, and she certainly didn’t boast much of a libido. Her sexual experience was limited to uninteresting, and uninspiring sex with only her long term boyfriends.

Amber I had shortly dated years ago. During our time together, she was cold, turse, and very prude. There wasn’t a whole lot that we agreed on, and even less that we found passion in together. We only seemed to find energy together in our fights, which there were more of than I care to admit. We never had sex. We kissed, made out, got handsy with one other, but never did we get to the good stuff. During our short time together, neither of us made the other cum. Needless to say, things didn’t last. And when they ended, they ended bad. We broke all contact, and decided to never speak again.

A Random Encounter [MF]

I’m a married man who travels … a lot … and fools around. A lot. Most of my flings are rather unremarkable one-night stands. Most of the stories I post here, however, revolve around my occasional slave, the Night Owl. This is not one of those stories…

You see, I’m not usually into that kind of sex.

I met Sherry over drinks after a long day at a conference. I’m 40, she was just short of 50. We’re both married, we both are away from home substantially from work. I have a free pass – as long as I’m on the road, and as long as I share all the gritty details if asked – but Sherry does not. I haven’t gone up to my room from the conference yet, so I’m still in the requisite suit and tie. She leans back, with a little saucy attitude, wearing a slinky black dress that barely containers her enormous breasts.

The waitress, a sultry redhead I mentally note to ask after on another night, delivers our drinks and saunters off with an almost joyful bounce to her step. Sherry seems to look after her just as longingly as I do, but ultimately brings her attention back to me. I’m barely lifting my drink to my lips when she gets down to brass tacks.

[M]y [F]irst Trip to Anaheim

A few years ago I was in L.A. visiting a friend for a week and he decided he wanted to go to Disneyland, drunk. I’d never been so thought it’d be fun. We head there on a Thursday morning, each carrying backpacks with bladders full of liquor. Security searched our bags on the way in but forgot to check the bladders so we made it in O.K. We spent the day wandering the park and getting more and more drunk as the day goes on, it was a pretty good time. Later in the afternoon we were walking through a part of the park when we heard a barker saying the line for pictures with the princesses was only 10 minutes long. We decided to go for it, waited in the line and took photos with a few of the princesses some of whom seemed to be amused at our inebriated state and some not so much. We were drawing looks so we both decided it was probably time to chill out on the drinking for a bit.

Bottle Service + [M]y Ex = Public [F]ellatio and More.

SYNOPSIS: I tried to avoid my ex all night, but the combination of alcohol, and the lure of a backdoor that had strictly been off limits was too much for me to handle. A long but good read…

I was over dressed for a Thursday night, but I was young and didn’t think twice about blacking out on a weekday. It was my buddies 22nd birthday, and I was heading to his girlfriend’s house for the pregame. She had planned an amazing night, filled with a party bus, sorority girls, and bottle service at the most exclusive club in town. I sat nervously in my roommate’s car, as we got closer and closer to our destination. I didn’t know what the night had in store for me, but I did know a few things… I knew that copious amounts of alcohol would be consumed. I knew that I was falling for someone and I wanted desperately to preserve that relationship. I also knew that I was a sucker for a blonde.

Trump X Hillary, a presidential fucking (STRAIGHT)

Trump had just finished another New York rally, they were getting harder every day. The crowds, the security, the teleprompters, they were all to much for trump.

He wanted, no, he ‘Needed’ a good fucking. Sadly his wife was in Florida. And the only girl in town was his biggest political rival, Hillary Clinton.

He picked up his phone and shot her a tweet “hey Hillary, wnt to meet up @ my pad for a fck fest?” To which she replied “???”

She arrived wearing a stunning dress she had been saving just for this moment. It was a red, skin tight leather jacket with matching pants. She looked like cat woman’s grandma, needless to say it turned trump on.

“So trump, you know they don’t call it the oral office for nothin” she said in a fake southern accent as she took her jacket off, revealing a pink tank top.

“I gotta tell you, this erection, it’s gonna be h’uge” as he took off his onesie pajamas revealing his weathered body.

Hillary lowered her self carefully to trumps penis area, and pulled down his black thong, revealing a disappointing penis.

The first time we [m]ade love, the second time we [f]ucked.

It was 12:30am and the bar was fucking lit. A seemingly endless stream of young, overly inebriated humans continued to flow into one of the most popular bars on campus. We had just finished another round of $60 dollar shots, and I was in the fucking zone. I was riding a wave of endorphins, the source of which was directly under my arm, regaining her composure from the straight patron shot. I kissed her cheek, while I removed my arm and asked the bartender to close out my tab. I wanted to ensure a quick exit… I knew what the future held. She grabbed my hand and we pushed our way through the sea of sweaty half naked woman, none of which required a second glance. Everything I needed was holding my hand. I would have followed her off of a fucking cliff.

Ran into an ex co-worker at a friends bday party and end up having amazing sex at my office[FM]longish, cheated

Long time lurker. I figured it was time to give something back since I recently had a great experience that came as a surprise. Names changed to protect the not so innocent. Yes, we both cheated. No, I don’t feel bad. You don’t know my personal life so don’t judge me, I don’t really care.

This event happened about a month ago, and has played out over and over in my head the last few weeks. The story starts back several years for context.