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Once upon a time, I flew to Grand Rapids for a concert. My best friend and I went for a concert. We’d planned it as a full weekend adventure. Our flight landed on Friday and the two of us adventured all night long. Saturday afternoon, we woke up and went searching for good, local strong coffee. Little did I know my search would end with the best anal sex of my life.

Iced coffee in hand, my bestie and I made our way to a corner table at the coffee shop. Almost immediately, the two of us were giggling over the previous night’s shenanigans. It didn’t take too long to realize that our recollections were entertaining the customers seated near our table. One customer in particular seemed especially amused. He hadn’t pulled his away from his laptop screen but I noticed a smirk on his face every time I giggled.

My bestie had some content I wanted, so she tried to airdrop it to my phone. But it kept kicking her back saying my airdrop was unavailable. At first, we thought it was a momentary glitch; nothing a phone restart couldn’t fix. The more annoyed I got, the louder my voice got until the smirking customer behind his laptop screen leaned over and said, “I can take a look at it.” He moved in to sit next to me and started giving instructions to click this followed with clicking that until BOOM. Airdrop received.

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I can’t say what it was but I just knew telling him thank you wasn’t enough. I offered to buy him a drink and we exchanged numbers. The concert came and went, and it was time to fly home. My bestie and I got to the airport only to find out our flight had been delayed and the next available flight wasn’t for another 12+ hours. Back to the hotel we went. I started texting the mysterious coffee-tech-hero – he was local and didn’t have plans that evening. So, I gave him plans. We’d meet at his dive bar of choice at 8PM. My bestie wanted to hangout at the hotel and catchup on sleep, so I went solo.

Long story short, I didn’t go back to the hotel after buying my IT hero a drink. If you find yourself closing down a bar because you’re having such a good time with your date, you don’t end the night there. You go back to their place and stay up all night getting and giving orgasms until you’ve utterly drained each other. And if you’re lucky, the best anal sex you’ve ever had. Which is exactly what my IT hero and I did from 2AM to 10AM. I knew I was in trouble as soon as he told me he dabbled in art and sure enough, as soon as he brought some of his paint into his bedroom, he hooked me. He painted an almost life-sized stingray on my body; the tail started around my right tit with the body wrapping around my ribcage and down my stomach.

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Because it was the best foreplay of my play, it made sense that regular, vanilla sex wasn’t gonna cut it. I needed so much more from him and of him. The only lube we used was the pussy juice that was dripping down my inner thighs. We were on the bed, both on our knees, my back pushed against his chest, his right hand lightly choking me. He slipped two fingers between my swollen pussy lips and dragged them – covered in pussy juice – back to my asshole. Then I felt the big, hard head of his cock pushing through. It slipped right in and up, so fucking deep, just as his left hand’s fingers slipped in and up my throbbing pussy. Within minutes, I’d cum twice, all over his fingers, with his cock buried in my ass.

On my flight home later that day, I slipped into the bathroom and masturbate because I was so wet from just thinking about how good he’d fucked my ass. I’m getting wet thinking about it now.

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