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The elevator door began to close and it felt like it was in slo-motion. Everything did. An hour ago he was on his third martini, anticipating the 6th one and then bed when a vision sat two stools down. Short curly black hair. Bright red lipstick that he instantly thought how divine that would look like skid marks up and down his cock. Red satin blouse and a long ankle length skirt that he could tell hid the rest off her fish net stockings. Likely a garter and no panties to hide her plump waxed vulva. He shifted on his stool as he could feel the beginnings of an erection. Now he was on his way… Read more

I was standing outside slowly smoking a cigarette. Watching them come and go. In come the sober; out come the tipsy. Or hammered. I was looking for something in between maybe. Or I was gonna go home and just fuck myself to sleep. Nothing new there. Still not sure which sexual flavor I was wanting I thought I'd let the night come to me. Sitting as far from anyone as I could I ordered a Martini with a lemon twist and quietly watched. A couple arguing visibly in a booth. A guy dressed as a flipping cowboy (in central PA.? Dude was trying WAY too hard). Three young buddies drinking their Pabst and… Read more

I had just finished my last exam, of course the hardest, Trig. The semester was over and I had already booked my uber for 10:30 in the morning for my flight back home to Maine. I was dreading going back to the barren trees and being away from the sunny Charleston shore. It was only for five weeks though and I missed my girl and I knew she missed me too. I couldn't wait to get back between those thighs! With her front on my mind, I went back to my room, cock ready to stroke. Mandy had given me a custom made fleshlight before I left. I couldn't believe that she had a mold of her pussy made for m… Read more

Tinder. The expectations are sorta clear. I mean we all know it's a breeding ground to fuck. But as clear as those expectations are; they are equally low in terms of quality of, well, anything. We met at a restaurant as equally distant as reasonable from our houses in rural Mass. Her place being twenty minutes away, mine forty; but a gentleman always compromises for the ladies, am I right? I'm sitting nervously at the bar awaiting the girl on whom I swiped right. Her picture showed her as short, said 5'2", little plump, big round tits whose tight nipples were visible in one of the pics. 26 yea… Read more