It all started with a half-truth. Technically I wasn’t lying when I told my boyfriend Travis that it was a ‘girl’s night out, but I was omitting certain details. Primarily the ones concerning Chase. I met Chase one night when I was out on an actual girl’s night. The amount of courage it takes to approach someone in a club with loud music and flashing lights with hopes of striking up a conversation is immense, and I can respect that. Still, he offered to buy me a drink which I politely declined. Not because I didn’t think he was cute. He had on a faded pair of jeans with white sneakers that stuck out in the black lights of the club and a polo t-shirt that might as well had “Frat Boy” stamped across the front of it. He filled it out nicely though and had a confident smile framed by a chiseled jawline that could have made him perfect for a Marine poster. Now that I think about it, he would probably be irresistible in that uniform as well.
Tag: Straight
[MF] Innocent Flirting With Much Older Divorced Follower Leads To Passionate Hotel Sex
I don’t use social media much. At 28-years-old, I find myself becoming a grumpy old man rather quickly. I think the internet is equal parts great and terrible. I have an [redacted] account I can barely bring myself to look at. So many people only post photos with filters now. Even videos with filters now!
I DON’T KNOW WHAT ANYONE LOOKS LIKE ANYMORE!
And I get it, it’s the environment the media and social media influencers have created, but it still makes me sad. I watched this one video not too long ago of some girl having a breakdown because she truly believes she looks more like herself in a filter than a mirror.
I’m rambling. Or ranting. Or both…I don’t know. You didn’t click on the title to read my thoughts on the world.
On my barely used [redacted] account, I have a few people I genuinely enjoy following, one of those being a 52-year-old mother of four. I’m not even sure how we started following each other. We live in the same town, but I had never met her. We didn’t have many mutual friends. I don’t know. Life’s miracles, huh?
Gambling your body.
Ace, 10, Queen, all hearts.
Combined with your Ace and Two Queens you had practically an unbeatable full house. The only hands that would beat yours would be four of a kind or a straight flush, both extremely rare. The four of a kind was impossible of course, as all three cards were of different rank. A straight would already be an unlikely hand as none of the cards were consecutive. It would require both Jack and a King, but it still ranked lower than a full house. One or the other would be worthless, “close but no cigar” as they say. A straight flush was even less likely, as all five cards would need to be hearts.
So the only real possibility of losing was if someone had a better triplet than you. Three kings would be the next best triplet but there was no pair on the board to complement that triplet. A triplet of Aces was the only possibility that concerned you. Still there were only two other Aces out and about, with one on the board and one in your hand. So again. An unlikely outcome. All these different hands floated across your vision as you estimated you odds. Yes you wasn’t as skilled with the numbers as that human calculator of a man sitting across the table from you, but you had a good intuition for the game. And he almost certainly couldn’t complete with your hand, even if he had been beating your statistical average. You just had to take this pot then you could cash out and go home.
The weirdest seduction that actually worked [FM]
I used to love Tinder. I think the key is to keep expectations low and just go along for the story. Boy did I get some great stories from that dear app.
I was once swiping mindlessly and stumbled across this profile that cracked me up. This guy was cute, funny, and entirely wholesome with a bit of self-deprecating humor that drew me in. We both swiped right and talked for a bit before we planned to meet up.
It was one of the best Tinder dates I ever went on. We hit it off immediately. He was really attractive and a great conversationalist. We were both from a conservative part of the country and made fun of weird parts of our home culture compared to the city we live in. He did impressions and tipped the waiter really well (I was in the service industry for years so folks always get extra points when they do this), so I was sold.
We went to dinner and then out for drinks. I had never laughed so hard on a date.
Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F/F/F] Part 49
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=== Alana ===
I’m getting ready for work and when I went over to fetch my keys there is a little brown paper bag waited for me. I looked inside and I could smell food.
“Toasted English muffin, scrambled eggs, bacon and cheese,” came a voice behind me, “and I got you some coffee right here.”
Chris walked up to me, takes me by the waist and kissed me. Hungrily, like he hadn’t seen me in months!
“Whoa, cowboy, what was that? Keep doing that and I’ll be late,” I said with surprise, taking my coffee away.
“Mmm, well, I just like seeing you in scrubs,” he coyly said as he lifts me up and settled me against his hip. God damn, I can already feel his cock hardening through his boxers, and I really want to right now.
“Save it for later dummy,” I giggled as he kissed me again, “I… I’m gonna be late. If you wanted to fuck, I could’ve woken up earlier you know.”
“I couldn’t do that to you,” he said as he kissed my chin and my neck, “you needed your beauty rest.”
[MF] She fucked on the first date with me
(Skip to ————————— for sexy time)
When I was single I stayed pretty active on Tinder, lining up as many dates as I could in a week. Sometimes it would just be for coffee or drinks, other times it would be at her place or mine.
This story is about a girl I matched with and met for a first date at a coffee shop, let’s call her Maya. There were just a couple of blurry or filtered photos on Maya’s profile, but from what I could tell she was a beautiful young black woman that attended the local university. I hoped that when we met in person she would look as I had imagined her.
I left my place and started the short walk to the coffee shop (I lived just a couple of blocks away). As I got closer I saw a tall girl wearing heels and a leather jacket with jeans. She had long straight black hair and brown eyes, and as I crossed the street we made eye contact and exchanged smiles. She said “Hey, I’m Maya” and I introduced myself as well. We went inside together and got our coffees, then decided to take them with us on a walk around the city. I thought this would be a good way to avoid the awkward first date silences by going somewhere together (thinking back now she had to hate walking in those heels, but she was a good sport about it).
The Free-Use Brother
While certain details have been changed, the following is based on real events…
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“Just pull out your cock and take a few pictures, Johnny. What’s the big deal?”
I was already taking off my underwear and pulling up my cheerleader skirt as I laid back on my bed.
“Because you’re my sister, Melissa!” He protested.
“Exactly. And you’re supposed to be my protective older brother. So, if you’re not planning on kicking Taylor’s ass because he cheated on me, the least you can do is help me make him sorry.”
“This is crazy. You know that.”
“Nobody is going to see your face. I just need your dick, which is bigger than Taylor’s. Plus, you owe me.” I reminded him of the several times I covered his ass when he snuck out. And before he went to college, he promised he’d make it up to me.
Make no mistake; I understood why Johnny felt uncomfortable when I exposed my freshly shaven slit to him. I also got that he wasn’t comfortable with showing me his cock, or that he liked the idea of taking very inappropriate pictures of us together. But I badly needed my revenge, and I didn’t want to wait for karma.
[MF]+[M] Sharing my wife for the first time with a close friend
(This is a repost from a few years back… with my wife away on business a few days, I’ve been thinking about this quite a bit….)
For us it was something that came up fairly naturally. We’ve always been fairly open, but not too adventurous as a couple. We had talked a few times about including someone else in our fun and how hot it might be, but it was never something we had seriously considered or planned….
I work away quite a bit, so whenever I’m home it tends to involve seeing both my wife and a decent number of friends coming and going throughout my time there.
Darkness in the North Chapter 2 [FM] [Fantasy]
A roleplay between u/D_Vargas and myself. Enjoy <3
-Chapter 2-
Morning came, bringing with it a brisk chill. Elizabeth lay, wrapped in her wool blanket, one last comfort from her home in the South. Birdsong roused her from her slumber, coaxing her awake into the new day.
From the treeline appears Gale, a pair of rabbits hung across his back.
“Sleep well?” He asks, sitting by the fire. “We got lucky, some of my traps caught breakfast.”
“Excellent, Gale. I appreciate your hard work,” Elizabeth says, giving the young man a warm smile. She retrieves her wineskin from the previous night. “This should pair very nicely with the rabbits. Would you like me to help with the cooking? I have a set of spices I carry with me wherever I travel.”
“Sure, help yourself.” Gale makes room for the woman, staring at Elizabeth as she approaches.
“You’re insane, you know that?” he sighs, stoking the fire. “Sleeping that soundly, what if I lied to you? Or what if someone or something came out to attack you?”
[MF] Getting topped by my normally submissive wife [gentle femdom]
For me, being a dom is a lot of responsibility. Power exchange is a hell of a rush, but it also means that I’m the one looking out for my partner’s pleasure, comfort, and safety. It doesn’t even matter if we do something that isn’t a bdsm scene, even our more vanilla moments (which far outweigh anything more elaborate) see me taking control and focusing on satisfying her needs first. Most of the time, I get far more out of her pleasure and the feeling of power and possession than my own orgasm.
Matter of fact if you read my first story, you’ll know that a lot of the time I don’t even set out to cum. Like I said, power exchange is a hell of a rush.
But everyone has limits, and there will always be a time where I find myself unable to take that responsibility and give so much – and on those rare days I’ve been blessed with a partner that can take care of my needs too.