One night in Minneapolis I went to the Brass Rail (a real cruisey hookup bar) and struck up a conversation with a cute group of guys in the corner by the

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One night in Minneapolis I went to the Brass Rail (a real cruisey hookup bar) and struck up a conversation with a cute group of guys in the corner by the play room. I told them I was from out of town and was a first timer there.

“NEW MEAT, NEW MEAT, GRAB THE RAIL!” they began chanting over and over.

I grabbed the rail rakishly and the largest man in the group, Brutus, bent me over the rail and pulled my winter pants down (it was -15° out be I had checked my parka and galoshes in at the door).

I looked back to see him lubing up a very bulbous 8″ wrist thick c***. I reached for a pocket in my vest for my trusty Pig Sweat Poppers and began to take a huff but just then Brutus pushed my head down violently and I dropped my bottle of poppers over the rail. I would need to do this without my super powers.

Brutus nearly broke my O-Ring gasket as he slid that meaty hog in but I did as I was told. As Brutus began to shudder and unleash his macho mudslide I looked back politely but what I saw shocked me: a line of 15-25 Minneapolisonians ready to welcome the newcomer penally, me, Corvallus Bronson Winslow III.

After I walked the 3 miles back to my hotel I got inside and decided I’d carried all those men’s loads long enough, I sat on the toilet and instead of liquid their loads came out frozen like one of those Vanilla jello pudding pops that N***** Bill Cosby used to eat.

Just an old story I wanted to share.

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.•♫•♬• 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥. •♬•♫•.

So I was watching Jeopardy! yesterday while cutting out New Yorker comic strips.(because why not) One of them reminded me of this woman who somehow knew who she was going to marry and who her friends would be at her wedding.

My dad and I started talking about it, and he said, “It would be funny if we did that—like, have you name a bunch of people.” Then he started listing only boys’ names, which honestly annoyed me.

It reminded me of when I was little and you would always say, “One day, when you get married to a boy or a girl…” which I always appreciated because it never assumed who I’d end up with. So it kind of pissed me off that my dad immediately only came up with boys’ names, especially when you always made a point not to make assumptions like that.So I was watching jeopardy yesterday while cutting out new yorkers commic strpps. one of them remined me of this lady who new who she was going to marry and who her friends would be at her wedding. me and my dad started talking about it and he was like ” it would be funny if we did that like make you say a bunch of names *starts naming only boys names” Like when I was little you would always be like one day when you get married to a boy or Girl.

like dad maybe I’m biiiii????

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My husband and I watched some p*** ,which always makes me h****. We talk about fantasies and have wild s**. The next day, he went to work and I was wanting some more action. Our black neighbor was washing his car in front of our apartment about 20 feet from our door. I was getting wet thinking about his big c*** in my tight little p****. I put on thigh highs and heels with nothing else and slowly opened the door. I was so turned on when he noticed me. He smiled and dropped the hose. He came into my apartment and didn’t waste any time. He dropped his shorts revealing his large, throbbing d***. He picked me up and lowered me onto his stiff shaft. It was so big , it hurt going in. Soon I was taking his full length as he fucked me with the door wide open. The thought of people seeing me drove me wild as I came on his big c***. He used me for about an hour until he filled me with c**. I lost track of my orgasms. I know he wants more of me every time he sees me but it was a one time fling. I do think about his big c*** when my husband makes me watch p***.