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[m/f] Playgirl Magazine Photoshoot PART 2

Hey everyone, thanks for the PM's. You can see the first part here:

https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4chtz4/mf_playgirl_magazine_photoshoot/

I'll pick up right where I left off;

Dayna and I were in my kitchen and I had just shown her the email. We talked about it for a few minutes, she was smiling…I couldn't tell if she was just as nervous and shy as I was at that moment in time.

He [F]ound [M]y Newest Weakness [[Long]]

Hopefully this isn't too long to be interesting! I finally figured out my boyfriend and learned even more about myself in the process. I think this night and the one from my previous story helped me to be better at writing these types of stories. Enjoy!

[m/f] Playgirl Magazine photoshoot

So here's some backstory: (sorry if this reads funny, I'm typing inside the text window here): I knew Dayna from my freshmen year of college. We got along well because we were both kinda nerdy and liked skateboarding, anime and old sci-fi movies. She was a little more open about her love of Star Wars and everything geeky, whereas I was a little more withdrawn because I was into sports, and with that came the ridiculous stigma, “football players don’t watch Japanese cartoons”.

Celebrated the win in a big way (m/f, maybe tifu?)

Sunday was an absolutely wild day. I had packed over to the best Syracuse bar in town to watch my Orangemen play Virginia in the Elite 8. Most of us at the bar weren't expecting much (Virginia had kicked our asses the last few times we played, and duh, 10 seed vs a 1 seed). I was rocking my lucky 'Melo jersey (with a white T-shirt underneath, I'm not a monster). I had bought it right before the tournament mine (and Carmelo Anthony's) freshman year, and wore it for every game through the stunning Championship game.

My affair with a sexy, exhibitionistic carpenter (MM) [MM] (M/M) [M/M] ...mmmmmmmmmmm

I love to recall an encounter I had with a horny carpenter who was working odd jobs on weekends. I had recently moved into a new townhome, and I discovered the skylights over my living room leaked during a rainstorm. I was furious because all of my furniture was new as well, and water dripping on my couch would never do. I called the people who sold the property to me, and I complained bitterly about their shoddy construction. They assured me a reliable repairman was scheduled to fix my leak that following Saturday.

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