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Karl Mmm San Francisco Play Date Away From the Research Lab

I knew I'd only have Karl for the first half of the day, so I planned to make it count. On this play date, he would cum when I was good and ready and not before. I wore a skin tight, crotchless, black vinyl cat suit with patent leather spiked heels and my favorite silver butt plug. He knew I'd arranged a car to pick him up, he had no idea of the specifics. I was ten minutes early, (because I knew he would be), and found him waiting near the corner of 14th and Judah. Gratefully the limo driver managed to convince him to get in the back before Karl made too much of a fuss.

Breaking [F]ree fro[M] the friendzone

I first met Kim in my psych class senior year. She and I never talked much throughout the year but the few times we had always went well. She is Hispanic (a preference of mine), about 5’7 with a very fit body, she is a swimmer, and she has very… very perky C-cups. On the last day of our class I looked at her and she smiled at me. At that point I knew one day I would have to have her. So after class I asked for her number and we happily exchanged numbers. It was early in the summer when I texted her for the first time asking if she would like to go to a party with me.

An almost one night stand [f/m]

The little positive feed back I have been getting makes me want to share more experiences, so here is my story for the day.

This happened exactly one day after my first boyfriend left me, I was about 20. The break-up came out of no where so I was pretty devastated considering we had been together almost 2 years. He was the one I gave my virginity to and everything and I had never been with anyone else.

Reme[m]bering the tallest girl I've ever [f]ucked.

I haven't been lucky in relationships. I'm 33 now and still single. Nothing has ever really stuck. But I have been pretty absurdly lucky overall with hookups and adventures. So I have quite a lot of stories. Many of them come from a time where I worked at a hostel in the south of France. This is one of those stories.

She was a volleyball player at the University of Syracuse. Tall. Maybe 6'5. Super fit. Definitely had that volleyball players ass. But I'll get back to her.

Version 2 of a [f/f] story with lots of teasing, light bondage, sensation play, fingering, oral, and strap-on sex.

Apparently you decided this was the perfect time to mess with my concentration. I was staring intently at the menu, taking forever to decide as usual, and your fingers started rubbing up and down the seam of my jeans. I jumped a bit, then guiltily looked across the table at my coworker and his girlfriend, hoping they hadn't noticed the angle of your arm. My next move was to shoot you an annoyed look - you knew how much I wanted to make a good impression on my first time hanging out with him outside work.

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