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I’m 34, tall, fit, and I write for a living. That means I know exactly how to use words… and exactly how to use a girl once the words stop.

I’m looking for the kind of “good girl” who gets wet the second someone sees through her. The one who still says please and thank you in public, but privately aches to be bent over, filled, and reminded what she’s actually good for. Soft voice. Soft manners. Dirty, desperate cunt once the door locks.

I don’t do gentle. I do thorough. I like taking my time undressing a girl who’s trying so hard to stay composed, then watching that composure crack when I push deeper, hold her down, and make her take every inch while she whimpers that she’s a good girl. I like the ones who get off on being used — on being told when they can come, how loud they can moan, and how grateful they should be that I’m even giving them the chance.

If you’re the type who gets wet at the idea of being treated like a private little fucktoy for a man who will ruin you carefully, thoroughly, and repeatedly… message me. Tell me what you’re too embarrassed to say out loud. Tell me how badly you want to be good for me by being bad.

Also, very open to couples.

I’m selective. I’m patient. And once I decide I want you, I don’t play nice

I’m 34, tall, fit, and I write for a living. That means I know exactly how to use words… and exactly how to use a girl once the words stop.

I’m looking for the kind of “good girl” who gets wet the second someone sees through her. The one who still says please and thank you in public, but privately aches to be bent over, filled, and reminded what she’s actually good for. Soft voice. Soft manners. Dirty, desperate cunt once the door locks.

I don’t do gentle. I do thorough. I like taking my time undressing a girl who’s trying so hard to stay composed, then watching that composure crack when I push deeper, hold her down, and make her take every inch while she whimpers that she’s a good girl. I like the ones who get off on being used — on being told when they can come, how loud they can moan, and how grateful they should be that I’m even giving them the chance.

If you’re the type who gets wet at the idea of being treated like a private little fucktoy for a man who will ruin you carefully, thoroughly, and repeatedly… message me. Tell me what you’re too embarrassed to say out loud. Tell me how badly you want to be good for me by being bad.

Also, very open to couples.

I’m selective. I’m patient. And once I decide I want you, I don’t play nice

I’m 34, tall, fit, and I write for a living. That means I know exactly how to use words… and exactly how to use a girl once the words stop.

I’m looking for the kind of “good girl” who gets wet the second someone sees through her. The one who still says please and thank you in public, but privately aches to be bent over, filled, and reminded what she’s actually good for. Soft voice. Soft manners. Dirty, desperate cunt once the door locks.

I don’t do gentle. I do thorough. I like taking my time undressing a girl who’s trying so hard to stay composed, then watching that composure crack when I push deeper, hold her down, and make her take every inch while she whimpers that she’s a good girl. I like the ones who get off on being used — on being told when they can come, how loud they can moan, and how grateful they should be that I’m even giving them the chance.

If you’re the type who gets wet at the idea of being treated like a private little fucktoy for a man who will ruin you carefully, thoroughly, and repeatedly… message me. Tell me what you’re too embarrassed to say out loud. Tell me how badly you want to be good for me by being bad.

Also, very open to couples.

I’m selective. I’m patient. And once I decide I want you, I don’t play nice

The other night I was out with some of my friends from HS. We had had quite a bit to drink and went into a club for a bit of fun.

I went up to the bar to by a bottle and got a tap on my shoulder and she said my name. I quickly realized that it was one of my old teachers, she was looking hot in a short miniskirt and asked if she wanted to come and join us on our table. She came over and sat on my knee straight away and whispered in my ear that she had nothing underneath her skirt and asked if I wanted to get some air.

We headed outside and I said I knew of a quiet place where we could go and we walked over and she bent over for me.

I fucked her from behind for the next 10-15 minutes and she was not trying to stay quiet moaning my name and cumming all over my dick. I finished deep inside her and we ended up heading back to my place and went for another 3-4 rounds.

Each time I came somewhere different on her body until she was covered in my cum and got a photo of her after a nice facial at the end as well

My girlfriend (21f) and I (30m) have been together a few months. She’s in school a couple hours away and I’m based near another campus, so we mostly see each other on weekends. One of her closest friends, S (20f), goes to the school near me. S has an absurdly thick ass and full tits that are hard to ignore.

About a month ago my girlfriend stayed over at S’s place. The next morning she called me with this idea she kept calling “weird but hot.” She pointed out that between the distance and our schedules we don’t get consistent sex, and she thought there was a way to fix that. Then she just said it: S is still a virgin and she wanted me to be the one who took it.

I was thrown, but not against it. My girlfriend had to head home that day, so it was just going to be S and me. That night I went over to her place. We started slow, then ended up fucking, took a break, and went again. Her pussy was ridiculously tight and that ass felt even better than it looked. She kept making these soft little moans and told me it felt really good, that she wanted to do it again.

I hate admitting it, but the sex was better than anything my girlfriend and I have had. It might solve the consistency problem… just not the way she was picturing.

I’m 34, tall, fit, and I write for a living. That means I know exactly how to use words… and exactly how to use a girl once the words stop.

I’m looking for the kind of “good girl” who gets wet the second someone sees through her. The one who still says please and thank you in public, but privately aches to be bent over, filled, and reminded what she’s actually good for. Soft voice. Soft manners. Dirty, desperate cunt once the door locks.

I don’t do gentle. I do thorough. I like taking my time undressing a girl who’s trying so hard to stay composed, then watching that composure crack when I push deeper, hold her down, and make her take every inch while she whimpers that she’s a good girl. I like the ones who get off on being used — on being told when they can come, how loud they can moan, and how grateful they should be that I’m even giving them the chance.

If you’re the type who gets wet at the idea of being treated like a private little fucktoy for a man who will ruin you carefully, thoroughly, and repeatedly… message me. Tell me what you’re too embarrassed to say out loud. Tell me how badly you want to be good for me by being bad.

Also, very open to couples.

I’m selective. I’m patient. And once I decide I want you, I don’t play nice

I’m 34, tall, fit, and I write for a living. That means I know exactly how to use words… and exactly how to use a girl once the words stop.

I’m looking for the kind of “good girl” who gets wet the second someone sees through her. The one who still says please and thank you in public, but privately aches to be bent over, filled, and reminded what she’s actually good for. Soft voice. Soft manners. Dirty, desperate cunt once the door locks.

I don’t do gentle. I do thorough. I like taking my time undressing a girl who’s trying so hard to stay composed, then watching that composure crack when I push deeper, hold her down, and make her take every inch while she whimpers that she’s a good girl. I like the ones who get off on being used — on being told when they can come, how loud they can moan, and how grateful they should be that I’m even giving them the chance.

If you’re the type who gets wet at the idea of being treated like a private little fucktoy for a man who will ruin you carefully, thoroughly, and repeatedly… message me. Tell me what you’re too embarrassed to say out loud. Tell me how badly you want to be good for me by being bad.

Also, very open to couples.

I’m selective. I’m patient. And once I decide I want you, I don’t play nice

I have a single mom that lives a couple of houses down from me that's in her mid thirties. Early this summer she had her lawnmower break on her and asked if I would do her lawn for her and even offered to pay. I told her not to worry about it and just knocked it out for her (it's only about a quarter of an acre lot). So every time I'd mow my lawn this past summer, id head over and do hers too

Over the weekend I was mowing her lawn and she came outside and waved me down. She asked me to come inside so she could pay me back. I followed her in ready to turn down whatever pay she was going to offer and she lead me into her bedroom. I immediately was curious and felt myself starting to stiffen wondering where this was going. She didn't say anything, she just turned and started undoing my pants and pulled my cock out and immediately started giving me some wicked head.

This woman isn't usually someone I'd go after. She's pretty for her age and only 6 or 7 years older than me, we just don't have a ton in common but I wasn't about to stop her here. After a minute she asked me if I wanted to get comfortable. I took my pants off and had her pull her cute perky tits out. I laid on her bed and she continued to suck my cock with her amazing head game. Then to my absolute shock she pushed my legs back and started licking my asshole. Again, not my usual thing but holy shit, she was good at it. She had a firm grip on my shaft as she lapped at my hole and then started swallowing my cock again. It didn't take much longer for me to shoot straight down her throat

Once I finished she gave me a hug and said thanks for everything and sent me on my way. Sweet lady

I’m 34, tall, fit, and I write for a living. That means I know exactly how to use words… and exactly how to use a girl once the words stop.

I’m looking for the kind of “good girl” who gets wet the second someone sees through her. The one who still says please and thank you in public, but privately aches to be bent over, filled, and reminded what she’s actually good for. Soft voice. Soft manners. Dirty, desperate cunt once the door locks.

I don’t do gentle. I do thorough. I like taking my time undressing a girl who’s trying so hard to stay composed, then watching that composure crack when I push deeper, hold her down, and make her take every inch while she whimpers that she’s a good girl. I like the ones who get off on being used — on being told when they can come, how loud they can moan, and how grateful they should be that I’m even giving them the chance.

If you’re the type who gets wet at the idea of being treated like a private little fucktoy for a man who will ruin you carefully, thoroughly, and repeatedly… message me. Tell me what you’re too embarrassed to say out loud. Tell me how badly you want to be good for me by being bad.

Also, very open to couples.

I’m selective. I’m patient. And once I decide I want you, I don’t play nice

I’m 34, tall, fit, and I write for a living. That means I know exactly how to use words… and exactly how to use a girl once the words stop.

I’m looking for the kind of “good girl” who gets wet the second someone sees through her. The one who still says please and thank you in public, but privately aches to be bent over, filled, and reminded what she’s actually good for. Soft voice. Soft manners. Dirty, desperate cunt once the door locks.

I don’t do gentle. I do thorough. I like taking my time undressing a girl who’s trying so hard to stay composed, then watching that composure crack when I push deeper, hold her down, and make her take every inch while she whimpers that she’s a good girl. I like the ones who get off on being used — on being told when they can come, how loud they can moan, and how grateful they should be that I’m even giving them the chance.

If you’re the type who gets wet at the idea of being treated like a private little fucktoy for a man who will ruin you carefully, thoroughly, and repeatedly… message me. Tell me what you’re too embarrassed to say out loud. Tell me how badly you want to be good for me by being bad.

Also, very open to couples.

I’m selective. I’m patient. And once I decide I want you, I don’t play nice

I’m 34, tall, fit, hung, and I write for a living. That means I know exactly how to take a girl apart with words… and exactly how to put her back together around my cock once the words stop.

I’m looking for the kind of “good girl” who still says please and thank you in public, keeps her voice soft, and looks composed — while privately aching to be bent over, held down, and reminded what that pretty cunt is actually for. The ones who get wet the second someone sees through them. Soft manners. Soft voice. Filthy, dripping, desperate hole the moment the door locks.

I don’t do gentle. I do thorough.

I like taking my time undressing a girl who’s trying so hard to stay composed — watching her breath hitch, her thighs tense, that careful good-girl mask start to crack as I push deeper, pin her wrists, and make her take every inch while she whimpers that she’s still a good girl. I like the ones who get off on being used. On being told when they can come, how loud they’re allowed to moan, and how grateful they should be that I’m even giving them the chance. On being treated like a private little fucktoy that exists to be filled, marked, and ruined carefully, thoroughly, and repeatedly.

If the idea of being someone’s filthy secret — bent over a hotel desk, face in the mattress, cunt stretched and leaking while a calm, patient man ruins you on his schedule — makes your stomach drop and your thighs press together… message me. Tell me the things you’re too embarrassed to say out loud. Tell me how badly you want to be good for me by being completely bad.

Also open to couples.

I’m just as happy to dominate and use a good girl while her partner watches, holds her open, or simply knows she’s being claimed. I like the dynamic of taking what’s his for a night (or longer) and leaving her wrecked, marked, and still thanking me. If you’re a couple who wants a third who actually knows how to use her properly — thoroughly, selfishly, and without apology — say so.

I’m selective. I’m patient.

And once I decide I want you, I don’t play nice.

I’m 34, tall, fit, and I write for a living. That means I know exactly how to use words… and exactly how to use a girl once the words stop.

I’m looking for the kind of “good girl” who gets wet the second someone sees through her. The one who still says please and thank you in public, but privately aches to be bent over, filled, and reminded what she’s actually good for. Soft voice. Soft manners. Dirty, desperate cunt once the door locks.

I don’t do gentle. I do thorough. I like taking my time undressing a girl who’s trying so hard to stay composed, then watching that composure crack when I push deeper, hold her down, and make her take every inch while she whimpers that she’s a good girl. I like the ones who get off on being used — on being told when they can come, how loud they can moan, and how grateful they should be that I’m even giving them the chance.

If you’re the type who gets wet at the idea of being treated like a private little fucktoy for a man who will ruin you carefully, thoroughly, and repeatedly… message me. Tell me what you’re too embarrassed to say out loud. Tell me how badly you want to be good for me by being bad.

Also, very open to couples.

I’m selective. I’m patient. And once I decide I want you, I don’t play nice

I’m 34, tall, fit, and I write for a living. That means I know exactly how to use words… and exactly how to use a girl once the words stop.

I’m looking for the kind of “good girl” who gets wet the second someone sees through her. The one who still says please and thank you in public, but privately aches to be bent over, filled, and reminded what she’s actually good for. Soft voice. Soft manners. Dirty, desperate cunt once the door locks.

I don’t do gentle. I do thorough. I like taking my time undressing a girl who’s trying so hard to stay composed, then watching that composure crack when I push deeper, hold her down, and make her take every inch while she whimpers that she’s a good girl. I like the ones who get off on being used — on being told when they can come, how loud they can moan, and how grateful they should be that I’m even giving them the chance.

If you’re the type who gets wet at the idea of being treated like a private little fucktoy for a man who will ruin you carefully, thoroughly, and repeatedly… message me. Tell me what you’re too embarrassed to say out loud. Tell me how badly you want to be good for me by being bad.

Also, very open to couples.

I’m selective. I’m patient. And once I decide I want you, I don’t play nice

I’m a 34-year-old tall, fit, hung man with a calm, dominant presence and a severe case of wanderlust. I travel constantly — New York, Chicago, the Midwest, and beyond — so distance has never been a problem for me.

I’m looking for a younger woman who wants an older man who’s fully in charge. Someone who gets wet at the idea of being spoiled, guided, and thoroughly taken by a man who knows exactly what he’s doing.

I’ll start by seducing your mind. Long, low conversations that make you shift in your seat. Soft, deliberate words that make you feel chosen and desired. I’ll make you feel like my personal princess — adored, protected, and completely focused on.

Then I’ll take control.

When I decide it’s time, I’ll pin you down and use you the way a man your age never could. Slow and deep at first, then harder. My hand around your throat while I fuck you, my voice in your ear telling you what a good girl you are for taking it. I’ll pull your hair, hold you in place, and breed you until you’re shaking and overflowing. I’ll edge you until you’re desperate, then give you exactly what you’ve been aching for.

I want a younger woman who craves the mix of tenderness and ownership. Someone who wants to be led, spoiled, and ruined by a man who stays in control.

If reading this made your stomach flip and your body react… message me.

Tell me your age, where you’re writing from, and what part of this made you the wettest. I read every reply.

I’m waiting.

My daughter has friends over regularly (all 18+). They call our house their "safe place" since I generally just leave them be as long as they aren't getting into too much trouble.

Last week, one of her friends, Maeve, came and found me in my office while the rest of the group was watching a movie downstairs. She was wearing these bright pink, intoxicating booty shorts, which I'm pretty sure she had pulled up just for me.

Maeve made casual small talk for a sec, then made a very awkward reach across my desk. Her cleavage pushed forward right in front of my face, small tits pressed together, the neckline of her top dipping low enough that I could see the soft inner slopes. She held the position longer than she needed to, watching my reaction the entire time. When she finally straightened up she smiled like she’d just confirmed something.

“Come sit with us,” she said. “I’ll make it worth it.”

I waited a few minutes after she left, long enough for my cock to stop throbbing against my zipper, then went downstairs. The living room was dark except for the glow of the TV. Maeve patted the cushion beside her the second I walked in. The second I sat she dragged a blanket over both of us and tucked herself against my side like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Her hand found my thigh first. Then it slid higher, slow and deliberate, until her fingers were tracing the hard line of my cock through my pants. She didn’t rush. She just stroked me under the blanket while the movie played, testing how much pressure made my breath hitch, how firm she could grip before I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stay quiet. Every time someone shifted or laughed on the other side of the couch she squeezed a little harder, like she was reminding me how easily she could get me caught.

By the time the movie was halfway over she had my cock out and was working it with long, wet strokes under the blanket, her thumb smearing the precum that kept leaking from the tip. She never looked at me. She just kept her eyes on the screen and her hand moving like she owned the right to do whatever she wanted with me.

I sat there with my daughter’s friends a few feet away and let Maeve jack me off in the dark, knowing full well she could feel how completely I’d already given in.

34m professor and author. I often travel constantly between NYC, Chicago, Detroit and further out for lectures and work. Enough that the crews on those regular routes started recognizing me.

One night I was wrapping up near the airport and took a room at the airport hotel. Got in, dropped my stuff, nothing else planned until morning. Went downstairs to the bar, ordered a drink, talked with the bartender a bit, and just sat there scrolling.

That’s when I saw one of the flight attendants I knew well from the frequent flights. Off duty, civilian clothes. I waved. She came straight over, sat down, and we started drinking. We stayed there talking for hours until they closed the bar around 1am.

We were both in a good mood. I asked if she wanted to keep going upstairs. She said yes. I told her I had a bottle from the airport shop. We went up, poured more drinks, and she started opening up. Said the constant travel had her frustrated as hell as it was hard to keep anything real going when you’re always gone. I told her I knew exactly how that felt.

We ended up on the bed watching TV. She shifted closer and we started cuddling. I pulled her in and kissed her. Something flipped. She kissed back hard, breathing heavier. I got on top of her, pinned her wrists up against the headboard, and worked on her neck.

She pushed me back. For a second I thought she was done. Then she stood up and stripped everything off.

She went right for my belt, unbuckled it, pulled my cock out, and licked me from base to tip before taking me into her mouth. Deep, slow, eyes locked on mine the entire time with that hungry look.

When I got close I pulled her off and went down on her. Her pussy tasted incredible. I ate her ass too.

Once I had enough control again I brought her to the edge of the bed, put her legs over my shoulders, and just teased the head against her. She grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me all the way in. The moan she let out sounded like she’d been waiting months for it. I fucked her until her legs started shaking.

Pulled out and came across her face. A few minutes later, it was time for round two… I love flying now.

34m professor and author. I often travel constantly between NYC, Chicago, Detroit and further out for lectures and work. Enough that the crews on those regular routes started recognizing me.

One night I was wrapping up near the airport and took a room at the airport hotel. Got in, dropped my stuff, nothing else planned until morning. Went downstairs to the bar, ordered a drink, talked with the bartender a bit, and just sat there scrolling.

That’s when I saw one of the flight attendants I knew well from the frequent flights. Off duty, civilian clothes. I waved. She came straight over, sat down, and we started drinking. We stayed there talking for hours until they closed the bar around 1am.

We were both in a good mood. I asked if she wanted to keep going upstairs. She said yes. I told her I had a bottle from the airport shop. We went up, poured more drinks, and she started opening up. Said the constant travel had her frustrated as hell as it was hard to keep anything real going when you’re always gone. I told her I knew exactly how that felt.

We ended up on the bed watching TV. She shifted closer and we started cuddling. I pulled her in and kissed her. Something flipped. She kissed back hard, breathing heavier. I got on top of her, pinned her wrists up against the headboard, and worked on her neck.

She pushed me back. For a second I thought she was done. Then she stood up and stripped everything off.

She went right for my belt, unbuckled it, pulled my cock out, and licked me from base to tip before taking me into her mouth. Deep, slow, eyes locked on mine the entire time with that hungry look.

When I got close I pulled her off and went down on her. Her pussy tasted incredible. I ate her ass too.

Once I had enough control again I brought her to the edge of the bed, put her legs over my shoulders, and just teased the head against her. She grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me all the way in. The moan she let out sounded like she’d been waiting months for it. I fucked her until her legs started shaking.

Pulled out and came across her face. A few minutes later, it was time for round two… I love flying now.

I’m 34, tall, fit, and I write for a living. That means I know exactly how to use words… and exactly how to use a girl once the words stop.

I’m looking for the kind of “good girl” who gets wet the second someone sees through her. The one who still says please and thank you in public, but privately aches to be bent over, filled, and reminded what she’s actually good for. Soft voice. Soft manners. Dirty, desperate cunt once the door locks.

I don’t do gentle. I do thorough. I like taking my time undressing a girl who’s trying so hard to stay composed, then watching that composure crack when I push deeper, hold her down, and make her take every inch while she whimpers that she’s a good girl. I like the ones who get off on being used — on being told when they can come, how loud they can moan, and how grateful they should be that I’m even giving them the chance.

If you’re the type who gets wet at the idea of being treated like a private little fucktoy for a man who will ruin you carefully, thoroughly, and repeatedly… message me. Tell me what you’re too embarrassed to say out loud. Tell me how badly you want to be good for me by being bad.

Also, very open to couples.

I’m selective. I’m patient. And once I decide I want you, I don’t play nice