It was just supposed to just be a concert. [MF] [LONG] [sorta F alone?]

Quick update since last post: Ex didn’t work out. I’m resigned that none will, despite Kate being really into the idea of a triad (she hates the word throuple. Says it sounds like a surgery). We have a date set for the wedding for the week after Christmas, as most friends and family have the week off.

So, I won lawn tickets to go to a concert. No backstage. Not telling the artist, but it was music you could dance to. Tickets were for two, but Kate was feeling under the weather, so she stayed home. She gave me the greenlight that if I met someone, I should totally try and hook up. “Just text me details and make sure the girl is clean.” Okay.

Concert time comes, I make my way through all the cool VIP places. Wrist bands. The works. Considered getting a big beer, but decided against the gassy and took some gummies I snuck in instead. After milling around in the concourse and on the lawn wandering around slowly getting high and making conversation with strangers, the lights dimmed and I find a spot to stand.

Wife gets wide on a business trip Pt. 04

When I got home, my husband was more than ready, as usual, he wanted to get his rocks off. The usual routine after a business trip, and I was soon stripped down, and he looked absurdly pleased with himself as he waved his little dickey around, his little prick was finally going to get what he considered his due. I had tried to get him to slow down, warm me up, but he paid no heed. His earlier sex life had cemented it in place, Women were supposed to go from 0 to 100 in no time flat, be always eager for their master’s cock, and never say no.

As I lay beneath him, I moaned and grunted and told him what a big cock he had, while trying not to yawn or laugh at his attempt to “pleasure” me. He barely made it to 1 minute before he growled, grunted, and knowing what was happening, I gave my best fake orgasm, and he crested. I barely felt the few drops of his meager load, as he flopped around on top of me like a fish out of water.

The Video Chat – PART 3 – (M4M) – a porn model, sugar daddy story with a twist

Make sure you read Parts 1 and 2 first! They’re in my profile/feed

PART 3:

Logan sent Patrick his address and within thirty minutes, a driver in a black Mercedes-Benz picked him up and took him to the airport. Logan flew via private jet from West Palm Beach to New York City’s JFK airport. From there, Logan was escorted to a helicopter where the pilot informed him their flight would only take about twenty minutes.

Until now, Logan hadn’t been too surprised by the VIP treatment. A chauffeur and even a private jet were not new experiences to him. He made a lot of money from modeling and had many wealthy friends. But something about the helicopter made him feel like he had reached a new level.

He pulled out his phone and texted his talent agent, Chris: omg, I’m on a helicopter rn, leaving JFK to meet Patrick Halliday upstate.

Chris replied: Damn kid! That’s hot! Pretty soon you won’t even need me!

Logan replied with a frowny face.

The Video Chat – PART 3 – (M4M) – a porn model, sugar daddy story with a twist

Make sure you read Parts 1 and 2 first! They’re in my profile

PART 3:

Logan sent Patrick his address and within thirty minutes, a driver in a black Mercedes-Benz picked him up and took him to the airport. Logan flew via private jet from West Palm Beach to New York City’s JFK airport. From there, Logan was escorted to a helicopter where the pilot informed him their flight would only take about twenty minutes.

Until now, Logan hadn’t been too surprised by the VIP treatment. A chauffeur and even a private jet were not new experiences to him. He made a lot of money from modeling and had many wealthy friends. But something about the helicopter made him feel like he had reached a new level.

He pulled out his phone and texted his talent agent, Chris: omg, I’m on a helicopter rn, leaving JFK to meet Patrick Halliday upstate.

Chris replied: Damn kid! That’s hot! Pretty soon you won’t even need me!

Logan replied with a frowny face.

My high school reunion turned into a night I’ll never forget [FM] [cheating]

I stood outside the building for just a moment, closing my eyes and taking a couple of deep breaths. *You can do this, it’s just your high school reunion. Don’t be a pussy, just go inside.*

I opened my eyes and opened the door, stepping into the restaurant and looking for my friends and not-so-friends. Hard to believe it’s been 10 years since most of us last saw each other. I tried not to think of all the accomplishments everybody else could brag about, when all I had to show for those 10 years was an unused bachelors degree, 2 kids and some stretch marks. Marrying straight out of college had seemed so romantic when I thought he was the love of my life. Now, at 28 and having just discovered I’m pregnant again, with a cheating husband who was disgusted by my pregnant body and breastfeeding tits, I often found myself wondering if I’d made the wrong choice.

Update on my post about giving my recently single neighbour a blowjob [MF]

I was going to text him the next morning as he had friends over for a party that day, and I thought he would want to be focused on that. When I woke up, I already had a text from him asking if we could talk. I called him, and we had the talk – he was a little confused about what had happened; he was certainly not expecting it when he went shopping with me. I explained that I just wanted to do it – just had the urge and acted on it. He said he wasn’t ready for a relationship right now, and I told him I wasn’t looking for that either. I told him I was happy to help him rebound and offered to lend him a hand, mouth or anything else to help. He laughed and accepted my offer.

Then he said before he took me up on my offer, he had to pay me back for taking him shopping. He said he could cook me dinner that day. I had been planning to have him do something sexual in return for that, but since it appeared we would be doing plenty of that in the future, I said yes. He is a pretty good cook. Then I asked him how he was going to pay me back for the blowjob. He took a moment to think and said that he could do something after dinner.

[MF] My GF [F18] and I [M18] Fucked on the 50-Yard Line of Our High School Football Field on a Dare. [exhibitionism] [long]

This happened while my wife and I were still dating and in our senior year of high school. Please forgive me for any minor details / dialog that I’ve forgotten or had to change for privacy. Skip to the ************ page break for the sexy part

I had been dating Alexandra for a couple of months, and things had been going great. I was a lucky bastard as she was a funny, sharp, and smoking hot 5’4”, 115 lb redhead. Things were hot and heavy as always at home, but we had learned to control our impulses a little bit while we were at school. The close call in the broadcasting studio from a previous story made us rethink diddling each other’s naughty bits while at school. I can’t truthfully say we didn’t do it at all anymore, we were just much more discreet about it.

The one thing that incident did bring to light for both of us, is that we were into exhibitionism. During our younger years in college, we had lots and lots of sexual experiences in public and semi-public places. Fucking in public was so fucking hot that it became our go-to kink early on. We have since stopped the public stuff since camera phones became a common thing… and we have zero interest in being caught by some rando on their phone. The Internet is forever, friends.

The Massage Wand Tester – part 2/3 (F- solo, exhib, voy, con)

“From the bakery across the street. We provide this to all our participants. Wait till you try the bagels – they’re to die for!”

Marsha must have noticed her expression of distrust.

“Well I’m going to tuck in – early lunch for me! Join me at your leisure.”

Eventually the lure of the delicious smells got the better of her, and she joined Marsha in the feast. The bagels were chewy and fresh; the croissants melt in the mouth. By the time she was full she had forgotten the reason for being there in the first place, especially as she and Marsha had gotten onto the subject of acting. As it turned out, her son was in the business and was about her age.

“You should meet him, he’s got so many connections. He was in an Alan Bennett play last year and things just kind of took off for him after that. You never know when you might get your big break.”

“That’s why I’m so desperate to go to this audition next week. I just have a really good feeling about this part.”

“Of course! Great things are gonna happen for you, I know it.”

[M] I turned a coworker/crush into a sex addict after months of waiting

So me and this girl (let’s call her J) worked together for a while and there wasn’t really anything happening between us but Valentine’s Day earlier this year our mutual friend told us we would be cute together. Little did he know, we were already in the talking stage at this time. We hasn’t done anything or even seen each other outside of work but there’s was definitely something going on between us.

A Nationwide Drought Means Family Bathtime [Incest][M/FFF]

**EXTREME WEATHER ALERT**

There is a nationwide, *extreme* drought warning. Do your best to *preserve* water in any way possible. This means drink only as much as you need. Collect rainwater. Keep bathing to a minimum. This message will repeat.

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This was playing *all* day on the radio, for the past month. For just about everyone in the nation, this month has been *hell*. At first, hardly anyone took it seriously. My sisters and I sure didn’t. We drank gallons of water straight from the tap, let our showers run long and hot, and watered the lawn like it was nothing. We thought absolutely nothing about preservation. This was about a week in, when suddenly the water *stopped*.

My mother, god bless her soul, was prepared for our ineptitude. She had gallons upon gallons saved in the basement, along with an industrial filter. She was as smart as she was frugal. She reused everything she could. If she made hot dogs, guess what became our soup? If she brushed her teeth, flushed the toilet, or took a shower, you know damn well that water was getting cycled through the filter to be what we drank. Any measly ration of H2O would find new life *somewhere* in the household.