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Do[M]inating my queer, married [F]riend

“Oh, god… Fuck…” Ellen moaned as I slid into her, her legs wrapped tight around my waist. She was soaking wet and her pussy felt like heaven as I sank into her. “So this is what a real cock feels like… Thank you, Daddy…”

I held her petite ass in both hands, slid myself out a few inches, and then drove back into her warm depths.

Let me back up.

[MF] Getting her out of her shell

During my single days, I met a girl that was cute, really quiet, but was easy to get into bed.

We had met on pub crawl, and she was my kryptonite: a red head. She was barely 5'0", had great tits, and was just chubby enough to be self-conscientious about it. For date #2 I suggested a movie at her place, and brought the DVD (this was before netflix).

Since we made-out on the night we met, things progressed pretty quickly. I was a sucker for a sure thing, so we ended-up seeing each other a few times a week for the next couple of months.

[MFM] Sharing my first girlfriend

I've posted one story about public sex with my ex Beth, back in the still-swinging '70s. Probably three more stories to follow about Beth, starting with this one.

At New Year's on the year we started dating, Beth was living with her first serious boyfriend. She soon dumped him and went through a series of 3-4 guys over the next five months or so. (I heard those stories later!)

The Funeral [MF]

The Funeral - A short story

It has been said that the sex you have after going to a funeral is always the best sex. Maybe because we lose our feeling of immortality, maybe a desire to be wanted, to be held. I don't know.

[MF] Sneaky Sex in My Parent's House

My husband and I had to drive an hour and a half to see my parents for my welcome home dinner. Mainly it’s about my mother excited to use her new Kitchen Aid attachment which I had to tinker with since she can barely cook. Lol! So I find myself in the kitchen – my husband and step-dad hanging out as my mother is busy in her office with some business. An hour and a half later I found my hunka hunka burnin’ lover man padding towards me saying, “Your mom asked me to see if you were still alive,” with a big grin on his face.

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