One of my first ever posts on here was about a weird, yet awesome night I once had with a Thai ladyboy. I was on a business trip in the country, and things led to another and shablammo, things happened. Big whoop. But! Something else happened as well. And that didn’t involve a ladyboy. Or a boy. Or even a lady. Hang on, sit back, and I’ll tell you all about it.
Now for the record: this happened after I had the little penis-plus-boobs-in-one-package adventure. I knew I was going to have to wash away the dirt somehow, and banging a legit female creature was the only option. Bear in mind, that’s not a huuuuuuge issue when you’re 6’7 and blond, but still, it had to be done. Continue reading “I got to fuck that tiny little Asian girl”
Her name was Dannii.
I didn’t know that yet, but it already explained a heck of a lot of things. Like every girl called Dannii, or at least every girl I ever imagined being called Dannii, she was slightly taller than usual, had long, straight, blond hair, a fit, sporty body and a face that begged for a bucket full of the stickiest cum to be thrown all over it.
Dannii was looking at me. That was a strange realization, ’cause I wasn’t necessarily the best dancer, nor did I run around topless showing off my crazy muscular body, like some of the other guys were doing. She ignored them and looked at me once more, then turned away and shook her hips. Continue reading “Dannii, the drunkest Russian slut ever”
This is the story of me and Isabelle. And her mother. It’s not an overly long story, because the build-up towards the climax is a rather dull one. It involved a lot of texting, a lot of nude pictures, and a lot of bragging, before finally resulting in me going to her place (well… her divorced mother’s place).
It wasn’t a romantic meet-up – oh noes. I had only one goal: shoving my dick into a wet teenage (18!) girl, dropping my load and leave her for the next one. She knew, and she was okay with it – but I had to promise to perform the two-finger G-spot move of which I had made her aware. A small price to pay. Continue reading “I Fucked Isabelle And Her Mother Had An Orgasm”
One of the most depressing times in life is the moment you arrive at the bus stop late at night, in the middle of nowhere, cold, wetted by an annoying drizzle, only to find out the bus you were hoping to get has just gone round the corner, and the next one, if such a thing even exists, doesn’t arrive until the second you would have ended up where you needed to be, if you decided to take the walk.
This exact thing happened to me. I spread my arms and let the wrath of the antichrist crush me, I challenged karma to a duel to the death, but it didn’t help. Defeated, mentally broken, I sat down on the bench and tried to figure out what I had done to deserve this. Continue reading “How I Got Used For A Cougar’s Pleasure”