This post is about a funny but disturbing dinner I had with a guy from AFF. But first don’t forget to vote in the poll about the bet Gina and I have. Please vote. I will not mention the guys profile name, so his name has been changed to protect him from profile views and probably some funny messages that some of you may want to send to him. I was contacted via AFF email by, let’s call him Barney Gumble (some may have to Google that name). Barney sent me a very nice first message, addressing the things I mentioned in my profile. His message was well written and thoughtful. Good start. He did include a pic with his message, but it was NOT THE DREADED UNSOLICITED DICK PIC, lol. It was a somewhat sexy pic of him with his shirt off, wearing shorts after playing a soccer game. It was a very nice pic and showed of his toned physique and nice smile. We then began exchanging emails and I really enjoyed his messages. They were funny, thoughtful and interesting. So far, so good. We exchanged phone numbers and chatted on the phone. I liked his voice, and his words matched his writing style; funny, thoughtful and interesting. We set up a day to video chat. This video chat and conversations were all prior to meeting or even chatting with @ericxl_1. I bring this up because that means it had been a few months since I had been with a man and I was well……..I was freaking horny for some dick, lol. Just being honest here!! We both had super busy work weeks so we decided to chat on a Saturday morning at 11. I woke up early that morning to go to my basement gym and workout. I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt covering my sports bra. Yes, I wore panties you pervs, lol. No commando workout for me! And no, I didn’t wear Spandex (sorry @candles21114). Okay, here’s a bonus treat for my frequent readers. If you haven’t looked at Candles21114 profile to see her recent 5 day Spandex pants pics, you need to get over to her profile page NOW! Yes, you can come back to this post but you really, I mean REALLY need to look at her Spandex pics. OMG, you will be happy you did!! Okay, back to our regularly scheduled program. I usually start my workout by doing weights and then afterwards I either run on my treadmill or do my elliptical machine for 30 to 45 minutes depending on how I feel. I owe most of my home gym to my parents. When I graduated from college they asked me what I wanted. I told them I really want a nice treadmill to put in my basement because I didn’t want to join a local gym unless I had to. When I went to gyms in the past I always felt like I was on display as men would always stare or blatantly hit on me. I hated that. I went to the gym to workout and not to socialize. And no, I didn’t wear revealing clothing even though I could of if I wanted to. But I didn’t. And that didn’t stop the tail chasers from following me around the gym and to constantly try and “help” me with my workout. Sorry, but I played softball for a very highly regarded Division-I program and we had some of the very best strength and conditioning coaches in the world. So, I know how to workout. But these little “Mr. Helpers” in the gym always wanted to put in their two cents and then would usually always end with, “If you want we can be training partners.” I knew where that was going, lol. I politely declined, thanked them for their “help” and continue with my workout. For my graduation present my parents purchased me an awesome home gym, treadmill, and elliptical. It took the installers 10 hours to set everything up. When it all got setup, and the gym installers left, I literally sat down on my workout bench and cried. It was the nicest thing anyone has ever bought me. After I was done crying I Facetimed my parents and when I saw their faces on the phone, I just pointed my phone at my new gym and the tears began streaming down my face again. All I could say was, “thank you.” They said a lot of things, like “we’re proud of you”, “you deserve it” and a bunch of other nice things that I had a hard time hearing or understanding through my sobbing. They were crying too. Even though I cried like a little baby I was so grateful to have such incredibly thoughtful and supportive parents. Okay, enough of the lovey-dovey crap I know you’re here to read about my experiences on AFF, especially the sex stuff. So, let’s get back on track. As I laid on my bench getting ready to do some bench presses all I could think of was sex, lol. I was so damn horny. I did a set, then thought about sex. I did another set, then thought about sex, lol. I had to either workout or have sex dammit, lol. Guess which one I chose? Workout? WRONG! Sex? YEP! All by myself though ☹ But it would be fun. As I was laying on my bench, I pushed my sweatpants and panties down to my thighs. There I laid on my bench, butt cheeks against the vinyl. The vinyl felt cool on my butt cheeks. Hopefully it would warm up. I reached down with my right hand and began rubbing my clit. Surprisingly, as horny as I was I really wasn’t wet. That was okay, it would get wet soon enough. I know I used my right hand because that is my modus operandi. When I masturbate my right hand deals with my pussy and the left hand does whatever else needs attention. My left hand has been known to rub my breasts, pinch my nipples, put two of the fingers into my mouth to simulate sucking a cock, and I have even inserted a finger or two from my left hand into my butt while masturbating. Yep, I promised to be honest on my blog. I tell the good, bad and indifferent. So, yes when I masturbate sometimes I stick a finger or two in my butt, lol. WHATEVER, we all do weird and kinky stuff from time to time! I don’t care because I like it and feels good! As I was rubbing my clit I began thinking about Barney. I had never seen his cock so I went into my spank bank (yes, women have one too) and imagined a cock from my past. Barney was a white guy, so I went to my spank bank to a white guy I used to mess around with in college. Nothing serious, a true fuck buddy. But he was a fuck buddy with a fat, really fat cock that was probably around 6 ½ or 7” long. I don’t know his exact length because I never asked and I don’t carry around a measuring tape, lol. For now, I was going to fantasize about Barney from what I had seen on his pics and attach my college fuck buddies cock to him. Sometimes you gotta’ make the fantasy work, lol. As I laid on my bench rubbing my pussy with my right hand and my left hand was just resting on my tummy, I envisioned Barney wearing just his soccer shorts. Barney walked over to me and pulled his fat cock out of his shorts and put it to my mouth. I began licking the head of his cock, which was only partially hard. As I licked the head of his cock I was rubbing my pussy. His cock began to get hard as I licked around his head. I reached up with my left hand and grasped the shaft of his cock. I began slowly stroking his semi-hard cock and I took the head of his cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock as I moved my lips up and down on the head of his cock, slowly working my way down to the shaft. His cock was getting harder. I was getting wetter. My hand moved in rhythm on the shaft of his cock with my mouth. My lips were now pressing against my forefinger and thumb as I was simultaneously jerking him off and sucking his cock. He was moaning. His cock was fully erect. My pussy was getting wetter. I began moving my hand and mouth up and down faster and faster on his cock. I tasted his salty pre-cum. I removed my hand from his cock as I took his fat cock deeper into my mouth. I gagged a but, not from the taste but from the size of his cock. It felt like it took up my entire mouth. I took my left hand and massaged his balls. His balls were tight into his body. His balls were even with his chode (at least one person will get this. If you don’t, then read the comments section from my post Part 4 – My evening with @ericxl_1). See, I love my frequent readers! Barney pulled his cock out of my mouth. The entire time I sucked his cock he never touched me. He kept his hands on his hips the entire time. He never touched my breasts or pussy, or anywhere else for that matter. Was this a premonition of our upcoming date? Do I have ESP? Or was I just overthinking things again? I guess time would tell. Barney removed his shorts. I could see his nicely defined ab muscles. I could also see his fat, throbbing cock bounce as he walked to get between my legs. He pulled off my sweatpants and panties. I don’t know where he tossed them. We would find them later. I was nude from the bottom of my shirt to the top of my socks. I felt vulnerable but safe because I was in my home. And I was nude in front of a guy I really wanted to have sex with. Barney got in between my legs. He spread my legs wide open by pushing my knees apart. He pressed his fat cock head against my wet pussy lips. Damn, he was thick. He was really going to stretch me. But it would feel good…….eventually. He pressed harder to try to get his cock into me but to no avail. I reached with my hands around each butt cheek and pulled my pussy lips apart from both sides. This helped. The head of his cock started to get into my pussy. Damn it hurt. He was really stretching me. I took my fingers of both hands and placed them on his thighs and pushed him back to let him know not to go in me any further. I needed a breather. His cock was so damn thick. I stopped pushing and he began to slowly push more of his cock into me. I was feeling less pain and more pleasure. It began to feel good. No more pushing back on his thighs. I wanted him to go deeper. He did. The shaft of his cock was thicker than the head. He stretched me even more. No pain now. All pleasure. My pussy was so wet. My nipples were so hard beneath my sports bra and t-shirt. I wasn’t touching my breasts. My hands were each pulling back a leg, keeping my pussy spread apart so Barney could thrust his fat cock deeper into my pussy. He was in deep. I couldn’t feel his balls hitting me because they were probably still tight to his body. I could feel his pubic area hitting mine when he thrusted into me so that told me he was giving me everything he had. And it felt great. I was holding my legs. His cock and pubic area were causing friction on my clit. I was getting wetter. I was breathing heavy. My nipples were rock hard in their sports bra cocoon. I wish I could have played with them but my hands were needed elsewhere. Barney picked up his pace as he thrust his cock all the way into me and almost all the way out with each stroke. His cock was so hard. I looked down at my pussy, it was stretched wider than I had ever seen as it tried to accommodate his incredibly thick cock. I liked the view. He began thrusting even faster. My breathing got heavier. I pulled on my legs to spread my pussy even wider. I think I told him to go faster. He did. Really fast. Like a jackhammer crushing cement. He was pulverizing my pussy. But I liked it. I breathed heavier. I was ready. I was right at the edge. Ready to cum. And then he stopped. DAMMIT! WTF! He pulled out of me. He better have a plan! He did. He pulled me by my hips off the bench. He bent me over the bench, knees on the floor, my upper body on the bench. He got behind me. With one had he spread one of my butt cheeks apart and pressed his cock into my pussy. No warning. Not needed though. I was wet and my pussy had adapted to his thickness. He pressed his cock into me. All the way. He began hammering away again. It didn’t take me long to get back to where I was. I was on the edge again. Ready to cum. While we fucked, he never said anything. Maybe he moaned but I don’t remember. I moaned. But I didn’t talk much. I usually do. But not today. I must’ve drunk a cup of shut the fuck up because I didn’t say anything. I just bit my lip and enjoyed the ride. I was really breathing heavy. My hips were swirling. My body was telling me I was ready to cum. I could feel it building. So could Barney because he was thrusting even faster. I screamed out. I don't know what I said. Maybe it was just a scream. I hope I didn’t say something stupid. I hope it was an “oh yeah” or “go faster” or “I’m cumming” and not a “fuck me daddy” or “give it to me big boy” or something else weird. I actually didn’t care because I was cumming and it felt great. Barney was ready too. Barney’s toned chest glistened with sweat. He quickly pulled his cock out of me. My pussy felt like a big barn as its barn doors were closing when he pulled out of me so quickly. Initially my pussy felt so wide, but it quickly closed up and went back to what felt like it’s normal size. When he pulled out he began stroking his cock, The head of his cock was now purple and had a shine to it from my pussy juices. He quickly pumped his cock. His balls had disappeared up into his body somewhere. They would eventually return to their rightful place but for now they were nowhere to be found. I saw the opening in the head of his cock start to open and then he began cumming. He shot stream after stream of white and clear liquid all over my stomach and chest. When he was finished a string of cum hung off the head of his cock and he had cum on his hands. We were both a mess from his massive load. Men can cause quite the mess when they cum, lol. I opened my eyes. Barney wasn’t there. There was no cum on my stomach and chest. My sweatpants and panties were still around my thighs. My pussy was wet though. I was still breathing heavy. I hoped my experience in real life would be as good or even better than I had just masturbated to. I pulled up my panties and sweatpants. I got off the bench and went to the bathroom just outside of my gym. I washed my hands. I looked in the mirror. I kind of looked refreshed but I felt tired. But I had to finish my workout. What is the Navy SEALS saying? The only easy day was yesterday? Let’s do it. Let’s finish this. I did. I did my weight workout. I did a quick but very fast pace run on my treadmill. Now, I felt tired and probably looked tired, but I was happy I got my workout in. Now lets get this day started and video chat with the guy I just masturbated to! I finished my workout at 9 so I still had two hours. I went up to get this process started. I went to my bathroom and removed all of my clothes and threw them into my clothes hamper. I stood at my sink and looked into my mirror. I still felt tired, but I actually looked refreshed. Even though I did my chest workout this morning my boobs were still the same size. I was cursed with small boobs. And it isn’t genetics. My mother was an incredible track star in college. She competed at a high level and won some very prestigious track meets. And she did it all with really big boobs. My sister is a phenomenal basketball player. She was one of the top recruited basketball players in high school. She played Division-I basketball, full ride scholarship. Amazing athlete. And she did it all with big boobs. What the hell happened to me? I mean, I too was a great athlete. Full scholarship to play Division-I softball at a perennial college powerhouse. Started 3 of my 4 years. And I did it all with small boobs. What the hell? Why didn’t I get that gene? Oh well, whatever. As they say, it is what it is. Nothing a plastic surgeon can’t fix 😉 But not for me. I’ve grown to like my boobs. I’m happy being me, small boobs and all. I just have to find a guy that isn’t into titty fucking, lol. I showered…sorry no shower masturbation this time! I could’ve made up some hot, steamy shower masturbation story for you but that is not me. I’m honest with my readers. Like I always say, I tell you the good, bad and indifferent but it's always the truth. After toweling off, I felt really good. Alive. Let’s get this video chat on! But I couldn’t do it naked, lol. Well, not for our first video chat anyways, lol. I did my face, straightened up my hair, and then went into one of my frequent readers favorite place…..my walk-in closet with my full length mirror. I went straight to the mirror. I had plenty of time. I stood there looking at my naked body. I didn’t even look at my face or hair, I knew they looked fine. I looked at my boobs, my hips, my legs, and then my pubic hair. Still in the V shape. Not perfect but close enough to a V. The point of the V touched the top of my pussy. I still have no clue how much longer I would keep this look. I could shave it off or go get a wax job tomorrow for all I know. As I always say, my pubic hair is always a work in progress. I turned around and picked up my hand mirror off my shelf. I looked into the mirror to see my shoulders, back, legs, and butt. Everything looked really good. Not as toned as it was in my college days but not too shabby either. I’m still winning the War of the Saggy Ass with Father Time. I also know I’m only 25 and Father Time really hasn’t started his offensive in the war, but I already have my defenses ready! Eating right, moisturizing, and working out. My initial defensive measures in the war with Father Time. I decided to go super casual for this Saturday morning video chat. It was chilly outside but warm inside, so I went with a kind of hipster t-shirt, a pair of sweatpants and a cute pair of blue boy shorts. No bra though. I don’t know why. I just didn’t feel like wearing one. It’s not like I have cleavage or anything, lol. After I got dressed I had breakfast of oatmeal, yogurt, blueberries, and a glass of water. A fairly healthy meal to help in my war with Father Time. It was now 10:50 and I hopped onto my laptop and waited. I was on for about a minute and then Barney’s icon popped up letting me know he was ready to chat. I clicked on it and there he was. A super good-looking guy. Nice hair, white teeth, square jaw, and dark eyes. He looked more boyfriend material than FWB material. I was kind of surprised he was single. We had a really nice chat. He was funny, thoughtful and interesting. Just like in his emails and on the phone. He didn’t appear fake. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy. He did mention something that caused me some concern. He is 28 and mentioned he has had some issues with alcohol, causing him to be late from work so many times he was terminated from one job but was able to quickly get hired by a competing company. He also mentioned he has had 2 DUI’s. Okay, look we all make mistakes. I get it. I’m not perfect. None of us are. But I get concerned when someone keeps making the same mistake over and over. If you make a mistake, you should learn from it, never make the same mistake again, and move on with your life. He seems to keep making the same alcohol related mistakes. Not good but I wanted to give him a chance. So, I did. We agreed to meet for dinner that evening at a pretty cool bar/restaurant in Baltimore. I’m going to fast forward to dinner because when I got ready for dinner there was no shower masturbation, no posing in front of my mirror, no checking out my ass and pussy, no sexy panties and bra, etc. Nothing my frequent readers like to read about, lol. We were to meet at the restaurant at 5:00. I got there at 4:45, even after dealing with the city traffic and finding a parking spot. By the way, during the traffic and parking issues I never said “fuck” once, lol. I was actually super calm for some reason. Damn, I was actually chill, lol. When I walked into the restaurant Barney was at the bar. As I walked up to him he saw me and jumped off his barstool and literally ran over, picked me up off the ground, giving me a huge hug and kiss on the cheek. And then I smelled it. Alcohol breath. Lots of it. Okay, don’t be judgmental. Gina drinks a lot too and she’s a pretty cool chick, lol. Give him a chance. We sat down and the bartender immediately came over. He introduced himself and said he’s great friends with Barney. Not good. A person with a drinking problem in his past should probably not be great friends with a bartender. But again, I won’t be judgmental. I’m here to get to know him better and have fun. Barney said he’d been there since 3:30 because he didn’t want to be late. Was it because he didn’t want to be late? Or because he wanted to drink? Or maybe a little of both. Okay, stop being judgmental. Stop overthinking things. The bartender brought me a glass of wine, I told the bartender to pick something for me. He chose a red. I honestly don’t know what it was because I had a bit of a hard time hearing him because there were so many people in the bar and restaurant that it was extremely loud. When I tasted it, I detected cherry and vanilla. It was a very good choice. I liked it. Barney and I sat there basically screaming at each other, lol. It was so damn loud in there! Barney was drinking beer and shots. A lot of shots. I was there for less than 45 minutes and he had at least 4 beers and 4 shots. He was putting them down. We were escorted to our booth. It was kind of tucked away in an area where it was so much different than the front of the restaurant. Here it was quiet and intimate. It didn’t even seem like the same place. When the waitress asked if we’d like a drink, I ordered another glass of wine (just my second, Gina would have been working on at least her 5th one by now) and Barney ordered another beer and a shot. I heard what he ordered this time. He was drinking Patron Silver tequila. Again, I’m not being judgmental, and I realize that many great stories in life involve tequila, but my boy had drunk at least 5 shots in one hour. Maybe we were headed for one of those great life stories. Barney was a lot of fun. I hadn’t laughed this hard with a guy in a long time. He wasn’t a joke teller, he was a good, funny storyteller. I wiped tears from my eyes many times from his stories. I enjoyed listening to him. I honestly didn’t say much during our dinner. He kept talking and I kept laughing. I was having fun. We ate our meal and if you held a gun to my head and told me to tell you what the both of us had for dinner, I would be dead because I cannot remember. I know it was good, but I cannot remember what we ate. I was so focused on him and his stories that what we ate has slipped my mind. I do know it as good because our plates were clean, but I have no clue what we had. I do know what he drank though. He had at least three more shots at dinner. He had at least 10 shots within a 4-hour window. That’s a lot, even for someone like @gina4_fun1. LOL. After dinner we went back to the bar. He probably knew at least 10 people at the bar. He was kind of like Norm from Cheers. Everyone liked him. Everyone he knew hugged him. He seemed like the life of the party. He actually seemed sober. No slurring words. No stumbling. Maybe his bartender buddy was giving him water instead of tequila. He seemed fine. I was 2 wines in, and I was getting a slight buzz so I began ordering water because I had to drive home, just like Barney had to drive home. As the night wore on, we laughed, listened to more of his stories, laughed some more, and watched him to continue to drink beer and tequila (or was it near beer and water?) Barney said he had to use the bathroom and walked away. I talked with his friends, all good people. Six of them were guys and four were girls. All nice looking. All laughing and having a great time. On his way back from the bathroom Barney found a knitted baby hat somewhere. It is one of those hand knitted hats with a long string near each ear to tie together to keep the hat on so a baby’s head stays warm. Jokester Barney decided it would be a good idea to put it on. He could barely tie it together under his square jaw. On him it looked almost like a Jewish yamaka with strings attached. It was obviously way too small for him, but he wanted to be the jester. His friends all laughed at him. I laughed but I kind of felt sad for him. He was drunk. He was now slurring his words and stumbling. And he had to drive home. This was not a good situation. I told him I had to leave. Of course, he wanted me to stay because he didn’t want the party to end. He slurred as he tried to say he would walk me to my car. He still had his baby hat on. I told him to take it off and give it to the bartender in case the parents were looking for it. What I said didn’t register with him. He left it on. I didn’t want to argue or cause a scene. I let him wear it. As we walked out, he stumbled over his feet, bumped into people, and ran into the hostess stand. It was embarrassing. He did this all while wearing a baby’s hat. When we got outside, I realized there was no way I could let him drive home. I walked up to him and began kissing him. Kissing him was a distrsction to get his car keys. I put my hands in his pockets and began searching for his keys. I found them! I pulled them out an put them in my jacket pocket. I stopped kissing him. I told him I was calling him an Uber. He said he was fine to drive. I told him he couldn’t even walk. He began yelling at me that he was fine. I told him I would call him an Uber and give his keys to one of his friends and he could get the keys tomorrow. I felt for his safety and the safety of everyone else on the road. He then said he had to pee. He walked over to the building connected to the restaurant and began peeing. A lot of peeing. Then things went from bad to worse. Two city police officers appeared literally out of nowhere and told him to stop peeing and zip up. He said he couldn’t stop. I kind of understand that, it is hard to stop peeing when you really have to go. The cops told him to hurry up. Eventually he did but never zipped up. He turned around, pee streaming down the sidewalk and his “barn door” was wide open. I felt sad for him. He looked like a defeated man, zipper open, standing in his pee, and wearing a baby hat. I laugh at it now but trust me, when it was happening it was sad. The officers took his identification to run a name check on him. I walked up to one of the officers and explained that I had his keys and was calling him an Uber and would give his keys to one of his friends. The officer was so nice and polite. He said if he didn’t have any warrants for his arrest that they would probably cut him loose as long as he got into the Uber. I immediately got on my app and got an Uber for him. The officer let me have Barneys license so I could get his home address for the Uber. Sometime Barney quickly fell and was laying in his pee. The other officer helped him up and had him sit on a flower planter. Fortunately, Barney didn’t have any warrants. The Uber arrived and the officer helped Barney get in. Before he got into the Uber I walked over and zipped up Barney’s zipper. I wanted the man to have some dignity. I bet that poor Uber driver’s backseat smells like urine. The officer gave the Uber driver his business card and said to call him if Barney gives him any trouble. I must give a lot of credit to those two city police officers. They easily could have arrested Barney, but they did everything they could to not arrest him and let him go home to sleep it off. Kudos to the Baltimore City Police Officers that night for a job well done. Thank you. I went and explained what happened to his friends and his one buddy took his keys and said he’d drive Barney’s car home tonight because he knew where he had parked his car. When I got home that night, I sent a very detailed email to Barney and let him know I think he needs help for his drinking. He never replied. About 2 months later I got a call from Barney. He apologized for his actions. He also said he went to a one-month in-patient rehab and had been sober for about 7 weeks. I told him I was proud of him and that he needed to focus on him. He doesn’t need a FWB in his life, he needs to be his own FWB and work on staying sober. After that phone call I never heard from him again. I hope he is okay and still sober. I know this post had some humorous points, I always try to infuse humor into my stories. But it is also a sad and disturbing post. Sad that Barney has had to fight his battle with alcohol. Disturbing that he was laying in his own urine. Sad that he couldn’t even zip his own zipper. Disturbing that it took me, a relative stranger in his life to help him get home safely and not his “great friends” that kept buying him shots.
I didn’t have any pics to post that pertained to this post so I posted a pic of me that was taken 4 years ago and a pic that was taken about 1 month ago. Please put in the comments section which one you think is the recent pic and which one you think was taken 4 years ago. I hope you enjoy the pics.
I’ll begin posting Monday or Tuesday about my 2nd evening with @gina4_fun1. Until then, enjoy life, family and whatever brings you pleasure.
39 comments
I know which pic is which But your butt is timeless
ZIP IT!
@batgirl_6969 it's the one on the.....................lol.
I still read every single word of your posts. EVERY. SINGLE. WORD. I have another conundrum. You called me a pretty cool chick and then said I drink a lot. In the same sentence! And if I drank 1 shot of tequila I'd be on the floor! I am glad to be your muse, lol!
I insert you into my stories so you will read EVERY. SINGLE. WORD. lol
@batgirl_6969 not fair, lol.
Both look delicious! Id say left is more recent
Thank you for your compliment and I will post the "which photo is which" answer the same day the poll closes with my bet with @gina4_fun1. Thanks again.
Would have been a ot easier to read if there was paragraphs in it. other than that it was fine.
Thanks but AFF compresses separate paragraphs into one continual post most of the times. I used to correct the issue by continually editing my posts but that got to be a bit time consuming.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmlovely pussy
Splendid again
Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed the post.
Batgirl you are one fine looking woman! Comparing your two photos, my guess is that as you've aged you've become bolder so I think your more exposed photo is your more recent. I would much enjoy going to a high class restaurant to find you on my table. I also feel great kinship with you as I am an inveterate masturbator, too. I'm looking forward to your upcoming posts which I want to thank you for in advance!
Thank you for your compliments and I will post the "which photo is which" answer the same day the poll closes with my bet with @gina4_fun1. Thanks again.
By the resolution, the left is the 4yrs ago with your swollen lips and glistening pssy. oh bby... yum. the right, indistinguishable across time, you are one fine sexy lady kiss
Thank you. I will post the "which photo is which" answer the same day the poll closes with my bet with @gina4_fun1.
Damn baby your body and ass is beautiful and perfect 😘😘😘
Thank you for your compliments. I would debate my body and ass being perfect but I will definitely accept your compliment. Thanks.
@batgirl_6969 good morning beautiful and sexy 😍
Absolutely superb picture. A real feast for everybody fortunate enough to be invited!! Delicious 😍
I’m a Newbie here on AFF, exploring various people and other aspects of the sight. I enjoy your post, but I’ve got to do a lot more reading to catch up before your departure. mmmmm, you are Delicious! You have a very nice ass, and I prefer small breasted ladies! Anything more than a mouthful is a waste!
Pick on the right
The home gym and healthy breakfasts are doing you very well.
You have actual in person dates with real men members of AFF? Then you are in the<1% who do or have! Speaking of! You look like this and feel the need to find men on a sex, so called dating site! I think NOT. You don't have to do anything to attract men. I bet you get hit on everywhere you go, every day!
I think you're looking at this through a myopic lens. To be very blunt, honest, and truthful, yes I get hit on regularly. Yes, I can easily find a guy on the street to have sex with. But that's not what I'm looking for. I came to AFF for two primary reasons. One, to find a male FWB with very specific attributes. Attributes that would be difficult to find out just meeting someone that was flirting with me. I would never walk up to a man on the street and ask is he was between the ages of 25-30, single, and had a minimum 8" dick and thick. But I can list these attributes in my AFF profile to help me narrow down my search. Two, I was also looking for a female FWB. I don't feel comfortable approaching a woman in my personal or professional life that I thought was flirting with me. What if I misread her flirting? That could be very embarrassing. Going back to men, I am not looking to meet a man on here for any type of LTR. I make that very clear in my profile. I am here only to meet a guy I can have sex with when the need arises, that is it. That person also knows that when I eventually meet someone I am interested in having a LTR with that we will be done. We can both enjoy the memories but our relationship will be over. Ask @ericxl_1, he knows the rules. I am looking to meet a man in my personal or professional life to have a LTR with but I am in no hurry as I am very pleased with my current situation. As for <1% of women meeting with men, I can only speak from my own experience. I haven't seen that statistic anywhere or if there is an actual study that has been conducted, so I have to go with my own experience. I belong to a private, women's only chatroom. In this chatroom there are over 300 women. To become a member you first must video chat with the group moderator to prove you are really a woman. A few months back someone posted an in-depth survey about how many women in the chatroom had met with men on this site. It could have been one meeting or many meetings. Out of the 327 women that answered the survey 225 have met with at least one guy. Another 30 were in contact with men and had plans to meet. The remainder of the women were either not looking to meet men or they had no interest in the ones that had contacted them. That is definitely greater than 1%.
@batgirl_6969 Thanks- I get it! I can relate to your reasoning. Makes a lot of sense. I just get SOOOOO many fake profiles pop up on my page- maybe I am a bit cynical. I NEVER send a dick pic (unless requested) always intro with my name and be respectful sending messages, not let's fuck or that type message. Try to show interest in the person and not as an object to conqeur. Still have zero luck getting past two or three replies. I know you ladies get unindated with hundreds of messages and have to weed out the asses and jerks. A difficult task I'm sure! Us nice guys. with good intentions get left in the dust. You seem quite nice, and if we were close I would certainly want to have a conversation and see if there was possibilities. BTW- Happy Valentine Day! Hope you have a nice one!
"cursed with small boobs" well you're blessed in other areas!
2 things: 1 wow you have a lot of details going on in your head when you're masturbating! 2- he was lucky to have met you.
1 month ago = on the right
::mouth watering::
Ahhh, the chode makes a cameo. I love it! A lot to unpack here.....
I know this isn't what you expect your readers to comment on but your family life is amazing. I feel such joy in my heart hearing you talk about your folks. I'll say it again, they did a good job with you. OK, enough of the weepiness. I thought I was the only one that felt that about their home gym. I love adding to it whenever I can. I don't avoid the gym because all the boys hit on me, but because I'm impatient as hell. I ask people to hurry up in the middle of their sets. I don't like to wait on equipment. I gotta get my pump! So, I built my own gym and now I wait on no one. (I don't jerk off on my equipment though )
Sad story and sorry you had to experience that but I'm glad you were there. He owes you. See, your parents did so good with you.
Oh, I forgot to look at the pictures. I think the one on the left is most recent. Your triceps were hitting back in the day!!