Category: Fuck
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Metro: The Champagne Room
Next Wednesday was there in a flash. I laid out a beautiful cheese board and created a make-shift Moroccan dinner table with a blanket and pillows on the floor since I didn’t yet have a couch in my new apartment. He brought the wine, and we sat on the floor carrying on, eating, drinking, laughing
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Metro: The Make-Out Room
Metro Super Liked me. I was hesitant to swipe right because he looked too pretty. Was he sure he wasn’t gay? 40, 6′, SF, Italian, only child, grew up in SoCal, botox, teeth whitening, tanning bed, zero hair except in appropriate man places like head, arms, legs, none down south…literally none. I wouldn’t put it
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Is Orgasm the Point of Sex?
Well, you might immediately answer babies is the point of sex, but I’m referring to sex for pleasure. Heck even if you are trying to make babies, sex is pleasurable. One of my new lovers, whose fun tale I will tell in a later post, recently confronted me about not having an orgasm through penetration. In
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The Two-Fer, #2
The Thursday evening before I left for Denver, I was matched on Tinder with The Architect. The only photo he had of himself was obscured, lying on a couch with his knee covering his face, no written profile. But he Super Liked me and I was intrigued so I swiped right. 6’2″, 49, fancy hill-top address,
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The Two-fer, #1
Saturday night dinner, Sunday morning pack up and out the door to the mountains. A few scenic stops, lunch, to his condo. Long evening talk by the fire with wine and pizza. Quickie on the floor before going up to bed. He pushed me on my back, slid my shorts to the side and then
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Denver: Toys
He made a reservation for brunch at one of the fancy restaurants on the first floor of the hotel. It was exceptionally warm for Denver in November and we enjoyed cocktails, eggs and the warm sun on our faces. Afterward, he walked me around downtown for awhile. We popped into an old, local bar for a
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Denver: The Sexcapade Continues
I didn’t remember a thing after passing out from sex. No alarms were set. The black-out drapes were drawn. I awoke in darkness. We stirred. Without a word, he moved closer to me under the blankets. Pressed his hard cock against my ass. His arm slipped around my waist so his hand could grasp my tit. His
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The Texan
Ahh, the Texan – good lord, the Texan. Good fucking lord. 6’7″ (yes, let me repeat 6′ fucking 7″), 43, shaved bald, hairless chest, pecs and back that makes a girls knees weak. Gym rat with the same healthy balance of booze and eating as I have. Tan, wide white smile. BIG Texas attitude. The
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Denver: The Sexcapade Begins
The hotel was rustic and cool. Big wood beams going through the living room area and the bathroom. King bed, big tub. We basically just threw our bags down and got busy. He pushed me onto the bed and straddled me. Hands are flying. Clothes are flying off. He immediately moves to go down on
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Denver in Denver
We were both counting down the days like Christmas was coming. He sent me updates on plans he was making for the long weekend. I sexted back to keep the excitement flowing strong. I was to leave work early on Friday, drive to Oakland, park, fly and he’d meet me at the Denver airport. He
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