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All the guys I (f)ucked: Joe, the banker (F19,M30)

I'm Anna, I'm 32 now. I really love sex and all things sexual. I like reminiscing about old times and so I decided to write some stories. It's high time for another one. This one is casual sex and actually nothing special. I still like to remember it, though. Taught me that not all hot guys are a great lay :P

Feel free to comment and ask. Please dont mind any mistakes, english is not my first language.

Skip to "The next day..." for actual sex.

"Entertaining" Businessmen in Room 1032 (F/M/M)

I arrived at the hotel late Thursday evening – maybe 10 pm. The wedding wasn’t ‘til Saturday, but I always like to have a free day in a new town to explore a bit and maybe find some trouble (nothing more freeing than being where nobody knows your name haha). I wobbled into the lobby, a bit tired and a bit (a lot?) drunk. I went to the airport straight from work, so I flew looking fine af haha – a classy midi dress with a white lacey top, sporting a sweetheart neckline (my tits looked great), and a tight blue, floral skirt (plus 4 inch heels) – which meant free drinks ahoy.

Unexpected fun at the Massage (m/f)

So to start the story I’m going to tell you I’m a big perv, not going to deny it. For at least 8 years I’ve been visiting this little rub and tug in my town maybe three or four times a year. The ladies that work there, or rotate in and out give absolutely mind blowing massages. You wouldn’t think that would you? If you’ve never been to a tizzug as my good friend J-roc would call them, you probably just assume it’s a quick hand glide over body, machine gun jerk and you’re on your way.

Jackson [MFM?]

Jackson

I had lost two stupid cases in as many preceding days. I wasted time after I got home from work because a girl that works in my office, that I have had sex with, said in her emailed invitation to happy hour that it went until 7. So I changed into my finest lumberjack/hipster/skater attire, drank two medium-sized glasses of rye whiskey alone, and ambled down the sidewalk to the designated bar which is five blocks from my house.

Got head from my upstairs neighbour while living in rez

In first year of college I loved in the dorms, which was the best decision ever. The worst decision ever was staying with my high school girlfriend with the intentions of being faithful.

On move in day, my girlfriend of two years, Cathy, helped me move all my stuff and made friends with some of the girls on my floor, some of which I'd end up sleeping with over the years. But the first indiscretion is the one I'll remember the most. One girl I met on my first day I remember not thinking much of - that was Emily. This story is about Emily, the girl who lived above me.

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