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Fucking hot shop girl (MF)

this is a story that happened in the summer after my freshman year and university.

I returned home for the summer and got a job in the supermarket I used to work at before I left. In the year I'd been away most of the staff around my age had left and been replaced, so there was only a couple of people there that I knew.

Testament of the multiple times I watched my best friend fuck someone in our hotel room. [M/F]

Ellen is has been my best friend for years. I asked her to be the best man at my wedding and so far she’s done a bang up job. She’s gathered a bunch of friends and family in Reno for a weekend. They are all waiting for us because we had to go get something from the room. Actually we just needed an excuse to go back to the room after breakfast so I could bend Ellen over the bathroom sink and stick my dick in her pussy.

(F)riday the 13th. A shared Cu(m) Fetish and an old flame. Stephanie and Ryan - Part 1.

This is my first time, so please be gentle on me! Also, if you have any feedback - I'd love to hear it. Thanks in advance for reading.

Sometimes in life, you just meet people that absolutely astound and move you.

Stephanie was one of those girls for me.

[F]uck thy neighbor [M] (part 2)

I decided to post part two while Alex is taking a nap..

I went to the toilet to clean up and went back to bed, I see Alex taking his clothes and going to the toilet. I was bummed out because I had plans to play with him some more. I see him coming beck only in his boxer shorts and he lied on my chest. It’s now a bit awkward, I don’t know what to say to him, how to ask him to stay longer without being clingy.. luckily he breaks the silence

Alex: soooo… when are you going to the summer house?

Me: on Tuesday

[m/f] Thoughts upon planning to visit a strip club

There are things I want to do that are against the law.

Today I am visiting a strip club. I have received permission from my wife, though I would go even if I hadn’t. I find it immeasurably better that my wife has told me to go. There is a kind of relief there. Whatever ambivalence I feel about watching women remove their clothes and dance before me for money and for my arousal and entertainment, I feel less of the uneasiness and more of the thrill due to receiving my wife’s permission. For better or for worse.

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