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All the guys I (f)ucked - Andy, the baker (F19 - M 22)

INTRO: I'm Anna, I'm 31 now. I'm rather skinny and I just love sex. I made an account especially to tell you all my fucking stories. I'll start with the old ones ;) All my stories are true, feel free to ask away if you want to know more. -also: english is not my first language, please tell me if you find mistakes or uncommon grammar in my stories.-

for actual sex skip to "He moves closer"

(M)y (F)first crazy encounter with an older woman. It's long, but it's practically two stories in one.

This is sort of long, but it's pretty well to stories in one.

So I finished high school a year ago and I took a leap year and went to travel in Asia with two of my best friends. I got home in the spring and back into the swing of life and began to get ready to go to University in the fall.

Fucking the Au Pair, an Update on My Neighbor's Trophy Wife (M/F, Mdom, Oral)

Things got reasonably hectic in my life, and my experiment at writing my true life sex stories on Reddit took a hiatus. There's actually been some movement in terms of getting a deal to write a book about some of my exploits, but that's not really relevant at the moment.

M/F sex at a wedding (anal)

Well, this was during my college years. I had a friend from high school who contacted me rather out of the blue. He said in 2 months (June) one of his friends was getting married out on Cape Cod and although I didn't know them, he had a female friend and wanted to go and wondering if I would be her date. Naturally, I told him that it would be strange and I really didn't have any interest at all in going to some strange wedding with people I didn't know. He told me to contact the prospective girl, I'll call Amy, and if we hit it off we should think about it.

It's cool, we're just friends. [21m/22f]

"That blue lace looks nice on you," he said. "Mmm," I responded, swallowing a sip of water. "Thanks." My back turned, I slipped off my bra and slid underneath the blankets. He snuggled up against me, one hand gently resting on my hip, just above the blue lace of my thong.

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