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”
I met Gabi online, at a forum where barely legal girls discuss their lives, school, love, and sex. The forum provided a PM option, so I created an account and started to browse for young, inexperienced girls to chat up and, eventually, get them in my bed. Gabi was the first girl I messaged.
Gabi was extremely shy and, from what I gathered from her posts, highly insecure about her general appearence. For no reason. When I, after tons of messages, finally got her to send me a picture, I was pleasantly surprised. She had what others would probably call a dull face, but something about it really triggered me. Her body – she had sent me a 3/4 mirror selfie – was tiny and petite. Her lack of curves and, judging from the picture, her rather small boobs were undoubtedly the reason for her insecurity. Continue reading “How I fucked the most insecure girl on the web (Gabi – part #1)”
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”
I have told you about a girl named Noëlle, one of the wickedest, devilishest creatures of ’em all (if you haven’t read the first story, this is your chance). The last story ended sort of cliffhanger-y, so it seemed only fair I followed up on that. Therefore, this is the story of what happened after Noëlle and I left the world behind and enjoyed the privacy of our hotel room (lol privacy).
As you may remember, or as you may have read just now, Noëlle got off the plane without getting off on the plane. She had been playing with herself, she had been riding me, and she had done way more playing, but she had always stayed within the boundaries of what her fragile body could cope with. It did, however, make her lascivious beyond reason. Continue reading “Noëlle #2: Fucked against a hotel wall”
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”
Once upon a time, I was dating a girl named Tess. She was a tiny, petite blonde, with boobs that were slightly too large for her size and an impressive list of kinks and fetishes. Most were rather interesting, but there was one that somehow always topped the list: Tess had an unstoppable urge to go down on people – me, in this instance.
After we had been sleeping together for a couple of weeks and the first desperate non-stop love-making had past, we started to tease each other. She wasn’t particularly fun to tease, because once she reached a certain level of arousal, nothing in the world could stop her from getting herself done, but she did have her wicked ways of keeping me on edge for as long as possible. This is the tale of the first time that happened. Continue reading “The quickest blowjob in the world”