bangsandwhimpers

He was just a fuck buddy. I can’t remember how many times we fucked or over what period. That doesn’t matter. His body was pretty buff with no hair, like his head. I didn’t even fancy him, always the best… more ›

He started off by texting me absolute filth. Calling me a cumslut and worse. I was his ‘dirty bitch’ and I was going to get it hard. Sent me pictures of his cock and asked if I thought I could… more ›

He wasn’t my usual type. Hell, he was smaller than me, well-built ( but not from the gym ) and very hairy. His oral technique was thorough, eager and always provided me with an orgasm. There was something about his… more ›

He was another young one. But he’d approached me, so that made it okay. I’d practically auditioned to be his ‘FWB’ and passed with flying colours He came back to mine and we chatted for ages, sharing a bottle of wine… more ›

I didn’t know he was before I met him. He’d suggested we meet in a very cool looking cocktail bar in a posh part of town I don’t normally hang out in. But I sometimes frequent places like that, so… more ›

It could have gone either way to be honest. We’d chatted online for a while, long enough to decide we wanted each other. And I was hoping it would go the right way. He was in town only briefly, there… more ›

Yeah, it was a car. No, I didn’t have sex with it or in it. But I loved it. It was a company car, back in the days when I wore a suit. My territory stretched far across the country,… more ›

We met outside the station. I had walked past him several times as he didn’t look quite like the picture he’d sent me. And it was dark. He was nervous and suggested we go straight to his rather than for… more ›

The photo in the ad was a man, erect, wearing suspenders and ladies knickers with a woman about to suck his cock. There was a beauty and simplicity to it which enticed me. The deal: we fucked whilst both wearing… more ›

I went for a drink with the receptionist from work: not my best friend at the company but a good laugh nonetheless. We’d gone to a random local place called The Regency, a huge bar/drinking den with red velvet curtains.… more ›