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(F) Another Secret Slut adventure - Truck Stop (MM)

Hello again, been a while since I shared another story, mostly because I have been so busy this Summer. Now that Fall is here I can share some more of my adventures. If you don't my story, please read some of my other posts. In a nutshell, all my family and friends think I am a very good girl, but I sneak away for weekend trips to let out my slutty side!

"I'm bitter sick of sweet and pure, take me now I'm yours." [D/s][Mf] (x-post BDSMerotica)

A girl never forgets her first Dom. This is a true-ish story about meeting a Dom at a little bar and being blown away by the experience.

[m/f]-Finally fucked after 8 Years... and it's fucking great.

For starters, this was the first time I ever pulled the trigger and cheated on a girlfriend. Flirting sure, hanging out and an occasional cuddle, sure, or maybe a kiss that didn’t last long… but I always had self-control. So THIS ISN’T MY USUAL THING. But when it happened I didn’t hold back. Anyway, about me, I've got short brown hair with hard part on one side and a face like the nice neighbor guy you went to prom with. I'd like to think I’m more hipster than nerd but I’m probably somewhere in between.

"I've been thinking about it a lot and I want you to fuck me." [m/f]

Names have been changed to protect the innocent, but otherwise this story is true.

I started dating Sammy a little over two months ago. We started fooling around (no fucking) a few dates in, and held back on the understanding that she wanted a clean bill of health before we went unprotected and I can't feel anything through a condom. However, I started to learn quickly that the mature and responsible Sammy I was getting to know, the one who was clear-eyed about her life goals and sexual needs and set her limits before we ever got into bed, was only half the story.

Nothing to do when it rains.. (m24/f23)

It's been a while since I posted, hope I'm not too rusty. ;) I had an awesome night last weekend that I'd repeat in a minute. A guy I had met a few times before through friends, Sam, came by to make the rainy night a lot less boring.

I was wearing a baggy, long-sleeved white tshirt from the beach with a pair of leggings when he knocked. My long, blonde hair reached below my chest and I had left it to dry on its own after showering earlier. A touch of mascara was the only make up on my green eyes, a pink cotton bra the only underwear I bothered to wear.

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