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[M/F]Craigslist hookup with a sexy little Latina

As I'm in my 50s now I've become increasingly aware of how many girls out there have a "daddy" fetish. Thinking this might be used to my advantage now, I posted an ad on the local craigslist page. Got a few spam responses, but then one came that appeared real. Very brief, but she stated that she had a sexual attraction to older men and a "daddy" fetish.

Finally getting my sexual release

So this will be my first time posting. I have been talking to this guy for a while, skyping him/calling him everyday. We would talk hours on end. He finally insisted we start a relationship and he flies me out to him. Now I'm nervous as all hell, I didn't think it was possible to have feelings for someone like this whom I've never met. He's quite older than me as well, which took us a while to get over. Him being 27, I being merely 18. I've had one hell of a life and enough to time to grow up to where I'm usually accepted by older men.

[m/f] sex with the female boss really can happen?!

Holy crap - just got home and had to find this forum to post this in because I'm still not sure I want to share this with anyone in the real world yet. I would think I would just be super excited & want to share but it all happened so fast I can't even believe it was real.

[M24/F23] I made her cum multiple times in an hour.

(I'm not going to go into detail about every time I made her cum, that would make this story way too long)

So yesterday I decided to make a profile on POF cause I hadn't gotten laid in quite some time. But this wasn't gonna be any kind of profile, this was gonna be a profile where I offer oral sex to women. Now I LOVE eating pussy, and always have, I can go hours hours at a time and most of my ex's have told me they loved every second of it and that i'm quite skilled. So ive always had a nack for it.

Musician Gets a [M]outh[f]ul

After a long day of practicing the piano, I was famished, but I decided to stop by the music library to see who was working at the front desk. When I entered the room, Stephanie was just finishing up her own practice regimen on the trombone behind the front desk. The library was a secluded little place on campus that was rarely patronized later than eight o’clock. Stephanie and I were always there late because we were always in classes during the day, and she was able to practice while working as nobody came into the library that late at night—except for me.

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