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From wrong number to sex in one day (M/F)

It's a thursday night and I'm winding down the day like I usually do- playing video games. Around midnight I check my phone and see a text from a couple hours ago. "Johnny don't you love me anymore?" My name is not Johnny and I did not recognize the number but it was too late to try to text back.

A [M]onday Movie A[f]fair

A little bit about me: I’m 30, married, and only ever been with my wife. Things have stagnated a bit around home, and I’m entering the fabled “7 year itch”. However, I’ve also been dabbling with anal play on myself. I’m somewhat embarrassed to bring this up with my wife, which leads to some self exploration prostate massage. This naturally leads to other things, and wondering what would happen if someone else would be involved.

Our [f20]irst [m46]eeting. A GW GW story?

I’m nervous: Terribly nervous. I’m about to meet my first date of 20 years. This new person is about to walk into my life. I think on the thrill of possible outcomes: The fear of possible rejection. In reality it was always rare for me to ask anyone out, but that’s not saying I’m inexperienced: The contrary, but it’s just been a long, long time. I sit here waiting by the plush marble and rose wood elevators. I know the girl who’s coming now but I feel the butterflies of this inevitable and strange experience.

My First with a Woman, My Last with a Man [f/f] [m/f]

Emma had been out of the closet as long as I could remember her. It was hard not to be envious of her, skinny with tight abs and perky A-cups she had some of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in and out of her room every night.

I used to consider myself straight, but whenever I saw Emma nude I could not help but feel my pussy begin to get wet. Having lived with Emma as roommates since Freshmen year seeing her nude was not odd, but still the arousal persisted.

Drinks with my old professor. [M&F]

One of my regrets on leaving college was that I was no longer around friends and professors that I'd found attractive and fantasized about while I was in school. I stayed on with my school roommates for about a year to continue my job at the time (DJing) and then moved back in with my folks for about five months an hour away before applying for my current job in the same city as my alma mater. My job now pays significantly more than I'd been accustomed to at the time, so I got my own apartment and for the first time was able to enjoy living alone.

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