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I met a sexy cowboy at a Maryland bar tall, charming, and skilled. One dance led to my hotel room, where his slow hands and thick 7.5 inches made me scream. He ate me out, fucked me deep, and came inside me.

Never thought she’d want me tiny, smart, married Latina from work. Years of buried lust. Then, at her place, King of the Hill on, her hand creeping up my thigh. No words, just her jerking me off. Came fast. She laughed. Now? Torn. Love my wife…but fuck, it felt good.

Spilled tequila on his lap—accident, sure. But when my fingers brushed his cock through those soaked slacks? Totally intentional. Two days later, his penthouse, my uniform in shreds. Average size, maximum skill. Came three times before dawn. #WorthIt

The barbershop was all bay rum and tension until Led broad, bearded, and brutally straight put his hands on me. One whiskey led to three, then his fist in my hair, his cock down my throat. He fucked like he built things: relentless. Labels? Pointless. But that "next time" promise? I’m holding him to it.

Cock or pussy? Peter’s thick length made me drunk on control, his moans my reward. But Karen’s honey-sweet desperation, her thighs crushing my ears as she came that* was intimacy. Both ruin me. But if I had to choose? A woman’s broken whimpers on my tongue wins. (Shirt stayed on, though.)

My wife found out I cheated then owned me. No screams, just cold fury. Made me strip, fucked my mouth, then my ass with her fingers before riding me raw. Came like a bitch. She walked off, still dressed. I was hard again before the door shut. That’s how you punish a man.

It's loud downstairs. Really loud. It's Friday, and my girlfriend is back at work, and my brother and his friends are bustling around downstairs. I hate that we have to share this house. I only moved in to save money. He works a lot, so it's not so bad.....

I knew it was wrong—Carlos was Lucia’s husband—but the tequila and his hands on me erased every rule. The motel bed squeaked as we fucked like animals, his tongue and cock ruining me. Worst part? I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

We'd been best friends forever, always hanging out and sharing everything…

The year before our senior year in college a couple friends and I decided we were going to go on a long hike. Last summer before our lives really started. Last hurrah. That kind of stuff.