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The longest wait (M/F)

The first part of this story is a wall of text but important preface. if you want to skip to the sex part then feel free to do so.

[m/f] Tinder Encounters of the Slut Kind (long)

So let me start this off by saying I got on Tinder for the same reason as everyone else but with different intentions. I did not want to hook up, I wanted to fuck. I'm not interested in having plain random drunk sex, I wanted a slut that knew she was a slut and wanted to be treated like a slut, and I stated as much in my profile (if you want to know exactly what my profile says, pm me). I don't get a lot of matches because of my profile but the few I do get want what I want. Initial conversations get lewd quick.

A great week of sales training [f/m] (long)

An old friend of mine recently told me she just had her second baby. So in honor of that, I thought I'd share the story of how I first met her.

Shortly after moving away courtesy of a promotion, I found myself back home for a week-long sales training course. The training was pretty bland, held in a nondescript windowless hotel conference room. The tables were organized so that one row faced the other with the trainer walking between the tables.

A sexy story for my lover (M+F)

This is a sexy story I wrote to my lover. So far it is not true, but she is out of town and I am hoping it comes true the night she gets back.

She is 35, 5'9" with mid-shoulder length blonde hair. She is very attractive but could lose a few pounds (couldn't we all?!). She has great C cup breasts and still has a bit of a gap between her thighs, with a great ass. Too bad she doesn't like anal.

In for a rough night...

He texted me from the front door to my apartment and I came down to meet him. The whole way up the stairs I saw him eyeing the skin showing between my black thigh highs and jean high waisted shorts. I closed the door behind us and he took a look around my new apartment, loosening his tie and rolling up the sleeves to his work shirt. I walked to the fridge and offered him a drink. We both took a glass of wine and we sat on my new couch while we talked about how our summers were going. Three glasses of wine later the conversation turned dirty.

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