Disaster date
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Posted:Apr 13, 2015 12:19 pm
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So far I told you some of my positive sexadventures, including my very first experience on this site. Now it’s time to tell the story of one of my not-so-good encounters . It was with a guy.
The night was like many others. I was on FriendFinder-x lurking around. At that time, I had a paid membership so I sent some messages around to some interesting profiles. Usually I send a message to introduce myself and to see if there is room for further communication. As usual I wrote with one hand while, with the other, I was preparing myself for the usual outcome of the evening. Then I got a reply. The reply came from a penis guy, that is a guy with only a penis picture on his profile. I don’t like it but at the same time some of those pictures are very exciting, in particular when my hand is already at work. Mr Cock was a beautiful cock. We exchanged some messages and he told me that it was his first bisex experience. After more picture swapping, I decided to meet him.
He picked me up in the center to drive up to his place, which was a bit out of town. His car was a modified Mustang from the seventies. There was no backseat and the passenger's seat was a metal frame without any cushions. Mr Cock didn’t look that friendly. He was nervous and a bit rude. I went with him because I was quite excited by the car and by the situation. I still felt safe, also I wanted to have sex with a guy for the first time: an assertive guy was what I needed.
He drove like crazy. We didn’t talk much in the car and, thanks to all ancient and new gods, we arrived safely at his place. The house was even scarier than the car. It was in the middle of nowhere and he guided me toward his garage because there was someone in the house. Unfortunately, there was someone inside the garage too. He said that his brother must have found a girl for the night thus we could not use that place either.
Mr Cock became quite upset. He asked me if we could use my place, but, after everything I saw, I didn’t want him to know where I lived. I told him my girlfriend was at home so we could not go to my house. I asked him to take me back to the city center but my request made him more upset. On the way back I thought I was going to die.There were no road rules that he didn’t break. A couple of times he overtook other cars when others were coming from the opposite direction and we saved ourselves only at the last second.
Terrorized, I asked him to stop. He asked why and I told him that I didn’t want to waste the night and that I would give a blowjob. In my mind, my life was worth at least a blowjob. He immediately stopped the car on the side of the road. It was a very busy road still far from the city. I would have prefer a parking lot, but I wanted also to end that dangerous situation as soon as possible.
Mr Cock took out his dick, which was not at all looking like the one in the pictures: shorter but fatter. Again, I didn’t complain. I went down and I took it in my mouth. Mr that’s-not-your-cock held me down with both his hands. And that’s how the police found us.
I didn’t notice anything. I could only hear the scream “Holy shit!” and then he came in my mouth.
It was a very long night. The car was without the proper papers and we had to go at the police station. The policemen asked me his he was forcing me. I said no and I was lucky that they were still quite understanding. There were some consequences, but at the end I had to pay just a fine.
Now I am quite picky with my partners on FriendFinder-x. Actually, I have always been very careful. I want to believe that this adventure was just an accident that taught me a valuable lesson.
Do not accept lift from strangers? Find better place to have roadside sex? Do not swallow in front of the police? What do you think?
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NO!
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Posted:Apr 7, 2015 12:32 pm
Last Updated:Jun 7, 2018 5:03 am
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Finally I had sex with the woman I was talking about on my last post. The married one who was sending mixed messages. I won't go into details and graphic descriptions here. It was good sex. She seemed hungry for hot attentions.
I want to talk about the first night we kissed. As I told you, she kissed and touched me but she was also saying me to stop. I stopped. She kissed me again. In this case, she never said no. However, this experience made me think of all those times when a girl told me "no" but with inconsistent meanings.
In some countries, there are social campaigns about women safety that repeat on and on and on that no means NO. If a girl say no, it is no.
However, and unfortunately, this is not the same everywhere around the world. Where I grew up, a girl would have never said yes as first answer, and I am not just talk about sex. If you wanted to go out for a coffee, they first say no, then maybe and later, if one insists, they might say yes...maybe. It is not because those girls wanted to be endlessly courted, but because the backward macho society where they lived might have marked them as sluts. I know, it's horrible!
This is changing, but it is still quite bad in many places. I am lucky to live in a country where a woman can say "yes", "no", "fuck off", or whatever without the risk of being marked as slut or nun or anything.
Coming back to my experiences.
Once I was dating a Russian girl. We went out a couple of times and one night we were alone at my place and she told me clearly that she didn't want to have sex with me. The day after she was angry with me because I didn't try to take advantage of her. When I told her that I didn't do anything because of her clear "no", her answer was that I don';t understand women and that her no meant that she wanted me to ask and try again.
Once I dated a German girl, who gave me a blowjob on the first date. Later that night we were in bed together. I got naked. She got naked. But when we moved from kissing to touching, she stopped me. Again she took my cock in her mouth but she refused to have complete sex and she got angry because I pushed a bit and I didn't respect her NO.
Once I was with an Italian woman. She was married but very flirty. She told me always that we could not have anything because of her love for her husband. Flirting was just fun for her, but without consequences. Once I tried to kiss her but she moved away. I took all those signals as a clear hint that she was not interest in an affair with me. I was wrong. After a few weeks, I got an angry email from her accusing me of being gay. (Well, she thought being gay is something to accuse people of.)
I could go on with many other examples. The point is not that I didn't get the right signals. The point is that I was clearly told "NO!" in all those occasions. However, in some cases it was a "no" and other times it was a "please try again".
Of course, every person is different, independently of countries, cultures and backgrounds. I dream of a world where people can say and do whatever they want without the danger of being harassed.
I have a question for the passers-by readers of this blog: Is it just me? Am I that bad? Am I just blind to flirty signals?
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life and sex life
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Posted:Mar 19, 2015 2:44 pm
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2015 2:59 pm
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My last post was quite explicit. If I read it again, I can see it's more porn than erotic or steamy. It was the last part of a story about my very first threesome and my very first FriendFinder-x experience.It needed to be explicit.
Maybe for a while I won't post any other long story and I will focus on what happens around me everyday. Of course, this is an adult site thus my posts will be mainly about sex. I live my 'normal' life everyday. I go to work. I talk with friends. I have a social life and I have a sex life. This site mixes all those components of my life together, and it gives them a sexual perspective. Not that I think of sex all day long. But I tend to see the sexual side of many normal life events. Some times it's fun. Some times it's dangerous.
Why dangerous? Because I can misinterpret innocent signals for naughty innuendos. On the other hand, life can be very puzzling.
An example? The other night, I was at a friend's house for dinner. A woman, whom I met within the same group of friends a number of times, was there without her husband. All night her eyes looked for mine. When our glances met, she smiled.
Two options:
FriendFinder-x) She wants to fuck me!
VANILLA) She is just a nice and polite girl, who wants to be friends.
In most of these situations it's always the vanilla option.
However, the husband-less night, we left together to catch the last train. Suddenly, during one of our famous glance exchanges, she grabbed my hand. One moment later, we kissed.
The kisses were quite passionate. There was no one around at that time of the night so we started to touch each other, too. I caressed her breast and she put her hand on my crotch. At the stations and, later, on the train, we looked for isolated spots where to continue our exploration. After a very deep mutual exploration, she told me to stop because she had was married. Then she kissed me again.
That confused me. I knew she had a husband. She knew she was married. We still kissed very passionately. We still touched and she even put a hand inside my pants. But every now and then she repeated "No, please. I am married!", only to continue immediately afterwards with more kisses and more touching
What happened? Any ideas of what was going on in her mind?
Returning to my options about her intentions: is she going for option FriendFinder-x? or option VANILLA with benefits?
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Unforgettable moment (part 3)
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Posted:Mar 16, 2015 8:07 am
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2015 11:56 pm
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Liz swallowed my cum. Her creamy smile told me that everything was fine. She came, I came and Mark came. We just met and we had simultaneous orgasms. Yes, everything was fine.
Mark went to the toilet to clean his penis under the tap while Liz cleaned mine with her tongue. I could hear the running water in the other room and my brain concentrated on that familiar sound. All the rest of the situation was not familiar at all. Liz used a tissue to clean her pussy still dripping of Mark's cum then she grabbed my hand and guided me close to her in bed. Mark found us cuddling and kissing sweetly like younglings at their first experience. He lay down close to us and, for a while, there was silence.
Liz broke the silence asking for her glass of wine. I immediately thought that she wanted to clean her mouth from my taste. She must have read my mind because she told me that I tasted good. I didn't know what to say. I guess I mumbled a quick "thanks".
Again, Liz took control of the situation.
-I don't think you guys need much rest, right?- She joked. We both looked at our respective dicks, only to find them hard and ready. We had just finished the appetizer and I was keen to discover what was for main course.
The kisses between me and Liz became more and more passionate. My hands touched her legs and went up to her breast. And then down to the legs. Up again. Down again. My cock was hard. Her pussy was wet. I didn't want to go inside too soon. A bit of teasing is always good. Liz loved it for a while, then she guided my hands in between her legs. I started my way down with small kisses, but Mark gave me a condom and at the same time Liz said:
-I want to feel you inside me.-
I wore the condom and I slipped inside her. Not all at once, but slowly; stopping to enjoy the warm feeling around my cock. Every time I halted, she squeezed. Luckily I already came few minutes before otherwise I would have exploded immediately. Everything was under control. My dick was hard. Her pussy was warm and tight. Her husband was holding her hand.
When I was fully in, my strokes became stronger. I pushed hard then slowly withdrew, almost coming out completely. Then deep inside again. At times Liz caressed my back; at times she grabbed my ass pushing me back inside. Her moaning was regular now and my strokes got faster. Liz' eyes were wide open. She said:
-Harder harder. Fuck me harder.-
I pulled her butt up and, trying to stay inside, I turned her on her belly to reach a doggy style position. With one hand I grabbed her hair and with the other I grabbed one of her tits. Then she started to shake and moaning louder. I thought she was coming, her pussy grip was stronger. We continued for some time, then she stopped moving and slipped out. She turned and said:
-I want you to fuck me without condom. Do you have aids?-
- No, I don't have aids.- I replied. For a some seconds, I thought what to do. I was very confused by her sudden question. Then I removed my condom.
I never do it. Liz and Mark have been the only exception. It was a very different and peculiar night. Liz and Mark told me, and I could sense it, that I was their first. They were a married couple enjoying some spicy sex for the first time. This is not an excuse for my lack of caution. I paid my rashness with many nightmares, up to the next negative std test.
So I removed my condom and I went back inside Liz. It felt good. Warm. Wet. I could clearly feel her contraction rubbing my cock when, after less than a minute, she came. It was not an explosion but a long and intense orgasm.
Mark joined us. Liz pushed me down and jumped on top. She used her hand to put my cock back inside her. Mark positioned behind and filled her second hole. With me inside her pussy and Mark in her butt, Liz cries became very loud. It was exciting, but I got distracted by her screaming. I thought the other hotel guests would smash something against the walls. In my daydreams, Liz' double penetration would have been stopped by the police finding us in that embarrassing situation. No police burst in. No neighbors hit the walls. Those daydreams just distracted me; they saved me from coming during Liz loud third orgasm.
Mark went to the toilet and, again, Liz and I hugged in bed. We stared at each other eyes. In silence, for a few minutes. Our connection was getting deeper. I was wondering whether I had serious feeling for her, when she asked:
- Take me from behind.-
Seconds of shock passed before I could process her request, then I replied:
- Ok, but with a condom.-
My answer must have confuse her.
-Fair enough.- She eventually said.
After so many years, I don't know if my condom request offended or amused her. It doesn't matter. What matter is that I could not stop myself from coming any more. Her butthole was tight and she contracted it squeezing hard my cock. I lasted only few minutes. I am sure she enjoyed my orgasm the most, because it was as loud as hers.
The night went on. It was Mark's turn to have sex with his wife. I sat on the bed close to them, looking at Liz eyes, which were wide open and fixed on mine. I blame my inexperience, but I really felt it was love what I was feeling and what I saw in her eyes.
Our last fuck was love making. No graphical description here, sorry!
When I left, almost at dawn, our kisses were as passionate as at the beginning of the night. In my mind, they were kisses between two lovers. Mark sensed this tension nevertheless he was very tactful. He thanked me for the night. I thanked them. We shook hands and we said we would repeat the experience soon. Downstairs, in the parking lot, I looked up at the hotel windows. I recognized our room and I could swear I saw Liz, standing there. Alone. Naked. Her eyes still fixed on mine.
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Sex Snacks!
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Posted:Mar 10, 2015 1:18 am
Last Updated:Mar 10, 2015 1:14 pm
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If you came here to continue reading my sex memories of my first FriendFinder-x experience, sorry but you have to come back hopefully tomorrow. Today I'm taking a break and I will talk about sex snacks.
This past weekend I got an email from an old girlfriend, whom I met on this site. The message itself was not important. What I want to tell you now is the thought that always comes to my mind when I think of her: Sex Snacks!
She was a very sexy and very sex demanding girl. When she was horny, I could not run away from her. Not that I wanted to run away, I miss her amazing blow- and titjobs. When she was horny, friends, strangers, plumbers, postmen, passer-by became happy victims of her sex drive. One morning, I open our front door only to find a red-faced postman who did not have any mail for us. More than embarrassment, I could see disappointment, and a bit of fear, in his eyes. When she was horny, no penis-shaped vegetables were safe in the house. Her most beloved food dildos were zucchini but she also loved bananas, carrots, and anything she could fit inside her. Sex Snacks!
I can understand food fetish. I can understand some people get excited by some food play. The real question is: why did she want to feed those dildos to me?
The first time I didn't know thus I misinterpreted her excitement while I was eating her zucchini omelette. She asked a few times whether I enjoyed the dish. It tasted good, actually. So later that night, when she revealed her secret cooking technique, I could not complain. What she called her sex snacks became a secret (for me) part of my regular diet.
I never understood if she called them "snacks" because they were quick orgasms in preparation for our sex. Or if they were actual snacks for me to eat and enjoy. Maybe both.
We had many fights over this. She loved to prepare sex snacks for me. But I didn't really want to eat a Banana Split seasoned with her juice or a carrot salad sexly marinated. I don't know if she washed the vegetables before fixing them on a plate. Some were clearly cooked, but that's not the point. The point is that those sex snacks were her sex toys for her own excitement, not for mine. For me they were just food.
Many years have passed, I could not look at zucchini without thinking of her and suddenly I stop trusting what is on my plate even though I cooked it myself.
Did it ever happen to you, my hungry reader, to be the unknowing victim of a sex game?
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Unforgettable moment (part 2)
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Posted:Mar 7, 2015 2:49 am
Last Updated:Jun 7, 2018 5:16 am
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My last post ended when the sex started. Therefore, this post will be just about sex. In my opinion, there are two ways sex is described in media: porn and steam. In porn movies, for example, you have lots of graphic details and the scenes last forever. The girl spends long time to suck the guy's cock (Good!). The guy goes down and licks the girls in the right spots (Yummy!). They touch each other for a while (Mmmmh!). Then the penetration starts (Ooooh!). Of course, some positions are very acrobatic and unnatural for the sake of the camera. But, in porn, you have sex scenes that last for half an hour or more.
I love porn, but porn is boring. However, besides the acrobatics and kinkiness, porn is closer to reality than Steam. In steamy movies, you see a lot of passion before the actual sex. This is good also in real life. But the actual sex scenes in steamy movies last only five minutes or less. There are very romantic and exciting situations that are shown for about few seconds then they change. In steamy movies, the real life situations are cut out. You don't (or just briefly) see people getting naked. There are lots of cuts: the couple go from being dressed to being totally naked under the shower. Cut. Now they are dry and in bed. Cut. Now he is on top. Cut. Now she is on top. Cut. Now they cuddle. (The End!)
Let's go back to my story and see if it comes out too steamy or too porny. We were in the hotel room and Liz was licking two cocks. Luckily, one of them was mine.
Liz smiled. She was enjoying being in command. She filled her mouth with Mark's penis and moved her head in a perfect blowjobby movement. Mark appreciated the attention. He was moaning. They knew each other very well and she stopped before he could cum. Liz turned to me breaking the little arc of saliva between her mouth and Mark's penis. She moved backwards and lay on the bed with the leg spread out.
-Kiss me.- She whispered.
I did kiss her but I started from her feet, moving slowly up by licking her legs all the way to her belly. I went around the pussy, teasing it by breathing hotly on her wet hole. It smelled deliciously. I continued up with my kisses reaching her breast. I licked her nipples, which vibrated under my tongue. My tongue went around her neck up to the left ear where I bit the lobe. My mouth stopped in front of hers, but I quickly went back to her pussy. I felt like I was called down there. I kissed her clit and finally I kissed her mouth. The taste was a mix of her pussy and Mark's dick.
I had lost track of Mark, then I noticed that he took some ribbons from a bag that used for tying Liz' wrists together.
-Put it in my mouth. I want to eat you.- Liz ordered me.
I tried to get closer to her upper body, not easy since she was lying on her back. She lifted her head up so that I could fuck her mouth. Mark was behind me taking care of rest. He spread her legs and touched and kissed and licked everywhere. Finally he started to lick her pussy. I noticed only because Liz moaned louder, her mouth still full of my cock. As I said, the couple knew each other very well. Mark knew where to touch and where to lick. I could not see if he had fingers inside her. But I could sense changes in Liz' excitement because of changes in pressure and movement of her mouth around my penis.
Then she came. Mark was too good with his tongue. Liz first moaned louder and louder. She didn't want to abandon my cock. She moaned and sucked harder. At times it was painful because of her teeth. But I was too horny to care and the pain was good. Oh god, it was good! The closer she got to the orgasm, the stronger she sucked and the harder I fucked her mouth. When she came, she arched her back pushing me up since I was almost sitting on her chest. She arched her back a few times bouncing on the bed. She wanted to scream but she couldn't because she also kept sucking. I followed her movement, it was like riding a wild . Finally she closed her lips around my cock so tightly that I could pull her up just with the strength of my penis. But that was too much for me so I came as well.
Again this post is getting too long. Keep in mind that we spent many hours together that night. The details are still vivid in my memory. I'm not sure I'm mixing porn and steam properly. Anyway I stop here now and I will be back with part three in a couple of days.
Just a question (or two) for now: What do you think of Steam and Porn? Is there a difference or is it just on my always-dirty mind?
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Unforgettable moments (part 1)
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Posted:Mar 5, 2015 9:47 am
Last Updated:Mar 10, 2015 1:47 am
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When I joined FriendFinder-x, many years ago, I didn't really know what to expect. Of course, I wanted sex and I wanted a lot of it. That's the main reason for being in this site: you meet other sex minded people to have sex fun with.
Many users of this site see only this aspect of adult dating. They, mainly guys, use the "Law of large numbers" by sending hundreds of messages. If they get a 1% response, it is already a few possible contacts. The other side of the adult dating is to have the opportunity to meet men and women who are free thinkers, free spirits, free sexually, and just free.
I am not saying that I don't like no-string-attached wild sex. I love it. However, since my first day on this site, I wanted to find the right connections.
I was lucky to find someone special on my very first contact. It was a couple. Mark and Liz. He was in his forties, she was a bit younger. I was their first one, too.
They lived few hours away so they booked a room in a fancy hotel. We met at the bar in the lobby and we had a few drinks to break the ice. The first few minutes are the most important and also the most awkward. Mark did most of the talking. He was more nervous than excited. Liz was quiet and I could feel her eyes screening me.
She finished quickly her mojito and, when I finally drank mine, she didn't expect Mark to finish his drink. She took my hand and she said -Follow me! Their room was big, with a living room and a bathroom with a large Jacuzzi. There was a bottle of champagne that Mark opened to make a toast and maybe to relax a bit. Liz didn't need to relax. She sipped her wine. She took my glass. She sipped from it, and she kissed me.
Mark opened the hot water for the Jacuzzi, while Liz and I kissed. We started with soft kisses but the excitement grew up very fast and we undressed each other. Slowly. She had sexy lingerie on. It was a very hot view. I kissed her belly. It was flat with an old scar going from the bellybutton all across the breastbone. Still kissing her belly, I pull down her panties and licked lightly her pubic mound. Then I stood up caressing her back with my hand. I reached the bra, I opened it with a quick movement. I kissed her breast, which was small and not very firm. My excitement was now showing itself with a rock solid erection. She knelt down to kiss the tip of my cock when Mark called from the bathroom: the Jacuzzi was ready.
Mark was a great guy. He wanted to make the night an unforgettable memory for his wife. He was smiling at me as to say that everything was fine. It's fine to caress Liz' tits. It's fine to let her grab my cock. It will be fine to fuck her. It will be a fine night.
The experience was new for me as it was for them. In the bathtub, we chatted and played with the foam. We talked about our lives and about why we were together in a Jacuzzi. The conversation was pleasant. It chilled out the early excitement and prepared us for the real action. Liz was close to me caressing my cock while I was touching her breast. When we come out, I was proud that I did not cum in the bathtub.
Liz grabbed our cocks and guided us towards the bed. She sat down on it and worked on both of us with hands and mouth. Grabbing both penises with one hand, she licked them at the same time. Mark had his eyes closed. I was looking at her and at my penis rubbed together with Mark's. It was not the first time that I was touched by another man's penis, but I never felt so excited. Liz' eyes and mine met. She smiled sweetly. It was a raunchy situation but her smile close to our cocks was the cutest I have ever seen.
I felt the click, the connection. The night has just started and I already wanted it to last forever.
This post is getting very long and the sex hasn't started yet. Stay tuned for the second part.
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Long time no see
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Posted:Mar 4, 2015 11:24 am
Last Updated:Mar 4, 2015 10:30 pm
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After many months of silence, I'm back!
In these months many things happened in my life. Yes, horny guys and wet girls, I have a life that I try to live happily every single day. Some days are harder than others, but life is one and we must have fun!
In my last post, I mentioned a date with a colleague. I don't want to go into details about that. Actually, I want to forget about it. Let's move on.
Let's move to the past, to my first steps on FriendFinder-x.
I don't know whether I was lucky or not, but in two occasions I started to date the girls I met on this amazing site. Not just sex dates, but real and serious long term relationships. It happens mostly at the beginning when I was young and naive, and I used to confuse passion with love.
The relationships that are started in this site are great because you already know the kinky dreams of your partner. No turning around cuckolding wishes, fisting fantasies or big black cock desires. Everything is clear since day one.
The most difficult part for me was answering the most common question for a couple: How did you guys meet?
The first time it happened I panicked. Sure nowdays you can say online dating, just avoid mentioning Alt.com or other kinky services. But it's good to have a nice story to tell. "We meet under the Tour Eiffel, while I was juggling fire and I picked her up as a volunteer from the crowd..." sounds better than "Her vagina macro shots made me horny", right? (Actually, I went for a boring "Common friends, Mom")
All I wanted to say today, after months online silence and only almost-monogamous almost-straight sex, is that I met great people through this site. With some of them we didn't click. With some we clicked and fucked. With others we became good friends. With a few I shared part of my life.
What do I want now? Just to enjoy life as it come.
PS.
If you came here to look for a quick and easy-to-read sex story, sorry! Come back next time. Maybe tomorrow I'll tell you of my first experience on FriendFinder-x: Hot sex, plenty of blowjobs, big tits, cocks and all the stuff I manage to write ...with one hand!
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I asked him out
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Posted:Apr 23, 2014 11:00 am
Last Updated:Mar 4, 2015 11:08 am
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My few occasional readers may know that I am trying to flirt with a colleague. I see him every day and many times we commute together.
Today I asked him out!
Last night I had some rehearsals. Not in front of the mirror like in the movies, but I could not sleep and I could only think about the words to use to ask him out. So masturbated under the blankets while imagining the scene and, of course, the improbable sexual follow up.
It didn't happen entirely as fantasized. We didn't make out on the spot. I didn't suck his gigantic cock. I didn't bend over asking to open my back door. Maybe next time? What I did was to ask him out to go for a couple of beers tomorrow after work.
He said yes!
It wasn't like in my wild fantasies, but enough for more wet dreams tonight.
PS. I add here a picture from my profile for the standard members to see. In the future,, I'll upload more photos. Let me know if you enjoy it! 
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Only once...
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Posted:Apr 21, 2014 12:26 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2014 8:40 am
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I know that I am bisexual since many years. It was not as clear as it is now and I had very confusing feelings at times. It may be hard to accept to be attracted by men while having a girlfriend and enjoying the first sexual experiences. So it was hard, but I didn't shut down my feelings and I experimented.
My first experiments with guys started early. Let's say that my first year of university was full of new tastes. I remember watching porn on tapes with a group of friends just for fun, laughing and, sometimes, masturbating all together as a group ritual. It was just for fun, but later I started to invite some of these friends one by one to have more intimate screenings. When alone, there were less laughs and my friends appeared somehow shy. One could see that some were not bi at all. In that case, I just enjoyed the view of their cocks without being too obvious. Others were also open to experimenting and, when I was sure that I was not going to be kicked out through the window, I suggested them to masturbate each other.
My technique improved with time. I knew the right moments and the right things to say to start the process. Many times they didn't realized that it was my idea. I was the innocent victim of their dirty games. Poor me!
With a lot of them, we just jerked off together and that was it. I have never known if they talked to each other. But I don't think so. In the group, nothing changed. We had our girlfriends, classes, sports, and so on. Maybe nothing really changed for them. But everything changed for me. I was discovering and exploring my real sexuality. And I was sucking cocks!
Yes, I sucked a few of my friends' cocks. They were very selected guys that I knew I could push further without being rejected or exposed. The first time I didn't plan it. That time I was really the victim. He, my dear friend Carlos, was almost coming, I could feel it on my hand, but he stopped me and simply asked: "Can you finish with your mouth?" I pretended to be offended. I told him that I was not gay and that the fact that I was holding his cock in my hands was just a game between pals. He insisted: "Come on. Only once!"
It was not "only once". The other guys, whenever it happened, were quite shy after they cum. But Carlos wanted more and more. He wanted a quick blowjob every time we were together alone. And if I refused, he threatened to tell my girlfriend.
Things got worse when he asked for my ass.
I was on my knees sucking him when he said "I want to fuck you". The TV screen was showing a girl having double penetration. She seemed to enjoy it. I wanted to try so I thought, why not! But I said no. Again Carlos insisted: "Come on. Only once!" I knew that it would be the beginning of a new torment. But I was horny and I really wanted it. So I said: "Yes, but only once!"
Carlos stood up leaving me kneeled near the couch. He came back with his bag from which he took out a pack of condoms and some lube. The horny bastard had the whole thing planned. He told me to lay on my back on the couch. He spread my legs and spread the lube around my butthole. Then he put a condom on, pulled my legs up and started to push against my little hole. I came immediately. My cum was everywhere: my belly, my face, the couch. He kept pushing but it was just painful now. I told him to stop, but he didn't. So I push him away with my feet. He felt down and I could see he was very angry. I stood up still covered with my own cum and I prepared myself for the fight.
We didn't fight. Carlos asked if he could try again after a few minutes, but I answered no. Surprisingly he quietly left.
The day after he told everything to my girlfriend. Actually I will never know what he told her exactly. She told me that she wanted a man and not a gay. She also told me that she screwed Carlos and that he was much better than me.
That was also the end of the porn and blowjobs with my friends. I learnt the hard way that it's better to keep friendship and sex well separated.
I met Carlos a few weeks ago. He was with his wife and he seemed sincerely happy to see me. He was very friendly and asked to meet to have a beer together. He even gave me his phone number. I didn't call. People change with time, I know. And I am a different person now. I grow up, in my own way. Who knows, he may have changed too. I am tempted. Maybe I should call and meet him. Maybe, only once!
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I did it!
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Posted:Apr 16, 2014 12:01 pm
Last Updated:Nov 22, 2014 9:23 am
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I did it!
"What have you done?" ...one or two of my three or four readers might ask. For those who are hoping to take my virginity: Don't worry. My anal honor is still safe.
I am just talking about my cute colleague.
And no... No... I didn't have sex with him, yet! I just came out and told him I am bisex.
I didn't want to reveal my sexuality out of the blue. We know each other since about a year and we have always been in friendly terms, but we were not yet friends. Only after commuting together and chitchatting everyday, we got closer. Of course, we are not Best Friends Forever. But for me it is important to know him as a person and not just as a wet dream. And this newly developed friendship gave me the possibility to come out.
It happened this morning. We were silent for a while, lost in our own thoughts, when suddenly he asked me about Cologne. Some days ago, as I mentioned in this blog, I used the male pronoun to talk about one of my previous partner during my time in Germany. Today he went back to that conversation and he asked me about life, and nightlife, in Cologne. I told him: "It's a great city to have fun night and day, whether you are single or not". (The second part of the sentence was the bait!) He said: "Oh, yes, you told me you had a partner back then, right?" (YES!) "Yes." I replied. "I lived there for a year and I had one long-term relationship. Long-term, for me, means anything more than a month." I laughed. "Was HE German?" he asked. (YES! YES! YES!) Trying to keep a poker face "Yes, he was from Cologne". Two minutes passed without a word. I felt feverish trying not to show my excitement, and my boner. Two very long minutes before he said under his gorgeous smile "I saw you quite close to Karen [a colleague]. I didn't expected a past boyfriend." "Well, I am bisexual and I love to get the best of the two worlds". We both laughed. The die is cast!
Finally, I added "Very few people know. I am discreet about my bisexuality because it is a private matter for me and I prefer to keep it private at work for the moment." He nodded and we went back to the silence of our thoughts. Inside me I was so happy. He got my signal! (I think.)
Does it mean he is also interested?
We will see...
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Everyday naughty thinking
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Posted:Apr 13, 2014 6:17 am
Last Updated:Jun 7, 2018 5:13 am
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Reality is never the same for everyone. We all experience different things because of our different senses and minds. I was thinking this while touching the cock of my barber with my elbow.
It started yesterday when I looked around town for a hairdresser. All the fancy ones were fully booked and I ended up in a small barber shop completely empty except for the hairdresser, a middle-eastern guy named Ali.
Ali was very friendly. He smiled a lot and made jokes while cutting my hair. I don't know whether he was gay though it seemed so. But maybe not. Probably he was just trying to be friendly so that I would come back again. But my reality is different. I write my erotic thoughts here. I have had many unusual (for most people) sex experiences. In the right places, cruising areas and clubs, I can see when a smile means "Suck my cock" or "Move along, nothing to see here!". But such alternative reality can be confusing during my everyday life.
So, while Ali was cutting my hair, I could not really listen at what he was talking about because I was busy picturing me giving him a blowjob. We were alone and there was an area behind the curtains on the back that was perfect for a quickie. Nothing happened. I only touched his cock with my elbows because of the position of my arms. He didn't show to have noticed, maybe it's normal at the hairdresser. In my naughty mind it appeared that he was coming back with is cock for more rubbing. Once he even smiled during one of this accidental contacts. But I already wrote in this blog that I do not know how to flirt with guys and that I have lost many opportunities because I didn't catch the signals. So I did nothing.
Did I miss another opportunity? Or was I just creepy and inappropriate?
I do not want to be the creepy one! But I also do not want to miss out anything.
Anyway, at least I got a nice haircut! I'll definitely go back to see Ali.
But tomorrow... back to work. I have a plan to seduce my colleague. Wish me luck!
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Coming out ...almost!
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Posted:Apr 10, 2014 1:23 pm
Last Updated:Apr 22, 2014 12:31 pm
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Today I again commuted together with the cute guy I was writing about yesterday on this blog.
We talked about work, about life and we had some moments of silence when my thoughts went crazy and you could hear my own erection stretching my jeans out.
I have never kissed a man. Of course, I kissed their cocks and other naughty parts,. But I have never kissed a man on the mouth. It does not excite me and I prefer the kisses of women. So, when I have my sexual encounters with men, I never kiss the guy and, anyways, no one has ever complain of lack of passion after my blowjobs.
Today was different. Today I wanted to kiss the guy.
We were alone in the car during the long ride to work and I wanted to stop the car and jump on top of him. But, as I mentioned on yesterday's blog, I did not come out as bisex with anyone at work. Yesterday I wrote that I do not know how to flirt with guys, but today I tried. I tried to flirt with him as I would do with a girl. Well, it's the only way I know. Mistake?
I don't know if he got my flirting intentions. After jokes, smiles and long glances, I arrived at the point to hint my bisexuality mentioning a past lover and referring to that using "HE".
I am not sure he got it or not. I am only sure that I flushed and my face turned red and then showed all colors of the rainbow.
What else should I do? Should I come out at least with him?
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