What are the unforgettable experiences you had in your life?

Updated on : December 3, 2021 by Jordan Macdonald



What are the unforgettable experiences you had in your life?

One: I am male, 6ft, above average build, handsome, in my 20s, I drove a 7-11 in Salt Lake City, UT. One of my regulars, a beautiful sandy-haired woman in her 20s, maybe 5 feet tall, very petite. I'll call her Sandy, we flirted, we laughed a lot, she started to stop 2-3 times a day, then 4-5 times a day. Sandy was a professional clown and made a lot of money. She comes one day, making me and the clients laugh, well, with a touch of her chest (yes, the chest) she asked me out, of course I accepted. Sandy and I were a great success together, very close, inseparable, excellent love and

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One: I am male, 6ft, above average build, handsome, in my 20s, I drove a 7-11 in Salt Lake City, UT. One of my regulars, a beautiful sandy-haired woman in her 20s, maybe 5 feet tall, very petite. I'll call her Sandy, we flirted, we laughed a lot, she started to stop 2-3 times a day, then 4-5 times a day. Sandy was a professional clown and made a lot of money. She comes one day, making me and the clients laugh, well, with a touch of her chest (yes, the chest) she asked me out, of course I accepted. Sandy and I were a great success together, very close, inseparable, excellent sexual and loving partners.

Remember I mentioned that Sandy is very petite, a lot of her clothes were bought in the children's store section. I won't brag, but I'm well endowed, over 8 inches, more when I'm super horny. The first few times I walked into Sandy it was very tight for her, a bit painful, so we had to be very careful. The preferred position for her was upstairs, she could control what was taken. I would orgasm immediately and continue to experience orgasms, I think we once counted 8 or 9. After a few times she was able to take full size, words cannot describe how much orgasmic and sexual pleasure I received from our sex. Did I mention that Sandy is VERY vocal while having sex?

Let me also describe one of our favorite sexual arousals, Sandy had a 2-seater MG with a removable top. She made me drive, Sandy enjoyed being without part or all of her clothes, sometimes giving me a hj, bj or masturbating herself. Remember I said I was small, that she could face me and ride on top while I was driving, yes, I could keep control until orgasm was near. My God, how exciting.

I was in the Army National Guard, I was in my annual two-week training in a very rural part of Wyoming. They notify me that I had an emergency at home and my sister was here to take me home. Surprise, it was Sandy and she was horny as always, she planned all this and booked us a motel in a tourist town. Yes, it was erotic and enjoyable, however, I was very concerned about the risk that he put me with the Army Guard joke. If the military had required evidence, they would have screwed me.

Sandy and I were joined at the waist (literally hehehe) and always together, we reached the stage where we were inseparable at our family events. I don't remember how many times a day we kissed or had sex, where and when we had become the voyeur and risky couple in the exhibition. In restaurants, driving, at work, quickies in bathrooms and stalls. In movie theaters it was so exciting and dangerous that you hadn't lived on the wild side until you shared an orgasm with our own audience.

Sandy, I wanted to get married, I agreed at first, then she became obsessed with the marriage, then the jealousy started, she became rude, insulting and mean to some of my friends, co-workers and strangers. It was embarrassing, I didn't like her possessive behavior, I had a lot of conversations with her, I communicated in all the ways I knew. I loved her but it got worse, fanatic was a soft word to describe her, the beginning of the end was when she told our friends and family that she was pregnant. I broke up, but I wasn't done, being the professional clown who showed up at work, my apartment door (many times naked). She wouldn't take NO for an answer, she became a violent stalker, she even pressed my Firebird. She followed me on a date and violently attacked my date, where I pushed her away and told her I was calling the police. I moved, changed my phone number, and always watched my back. Think "Fatal Attraction" is scary, ha! Sandy married an old boyfriend in her last attempt to get back together with her. I miss her and think of her often, but NEVER more.

Two: several years later, I was carpooling with LYFT. One night I picked up this couple from a local club, she, I'll call her Taylor, was drunk on her ass, was extremely verbally abusive and had her in total tears. The crying where she couldn't breathe properly, I stopped and ordered her to get out of the car, told her that I would take her home safely. Problem, Taylor was so drunk she had no idea what her address was, her phone was dead, she couldn't remember any friendly phone numbers.

I drove to a convenience store and bought her coffee, Taylor remembered she lived next to a blue building, she guided me, she soon made me stop on a dark street so I could urinate. Returning to the car, she turned off my car, took my keys, and placed them under her skirt. Let me describe Taylor, tall, dazzling (even with makeup that had escaped crying), was a reddish blonde, with hair down to the middle of her back.

Taylor began to talk about sex, sexual positions, freedom of sex with whoever she wanted, as she leaned towards me, with one hand on the inner part of my thigh, we were so close that our noses touched, her lips very lightly touched mine , fixed eye contact. He moved his hand over my erection as he took the hand from the side of the door and placed it on his chest, no bra, maybe 38, neither firm nor too soft, hard nipples wow. We hooked our tongues tightly, swirling, biting, and sucking on each other. She has my member out of my jeans, my hand sensually exploring and massaging one breast and then the other.

I have a van, at her suggestion, we drop the back seats, undress and lie down. I told her what a sexy and beautiful body I had, I'll call a 9.5 out of 10. She complimented my physique, the size and the firmness of my erection. We are very engaged exploring, kissing, exploring with tongues and kisses, some masturbation and erotic massages. I've had sex with a lot of women, when it comes to wetness Taylor was probably number one. She was on top sliding her wetness up and down over a big me that would occasionally get up to let me kiss and taste her, in return she turned and we served each other. When we had sexual contact, she felt warm, soft, comfortable and had muscles like hands, so I felt like sometimes I would scream or pass out. His movements were coordinated in perfect sync with my thrusts, I think we were both in awe when we reached orgasm, the chills, jerks and the duration of our orgasm. I'm not sure if I ever experienced one that lasted that long.

We lay down on each other, breathing heavily, huge smiles, kissing, she had calmed down a lot. We explored a bit more, exchanged orally, in no time I had had Mr. BIG back for the second round. Good thing the first, this time a little (actually a lot) puppy. I think she wanted anal from his movements, I had never experienced it and I did not get involved. I'm pretty sure that from his reactions he enjoyed all the sexual positions.

I think Taylor played with me, turns out her apartment was a couple of blocks away. I have forgiven her many more times since that night, our favorite is to park in that same place, oh yes looking everywhere with my hands I found my keys.

to be continue….

This all happened after boarding a flight back to Las Vegas from O'Hare around 9pm, I was sitting by the window.

The next thing you know, a woman came up and stopped, looking at my scroll. She wears a short, plain strapless skirt with spaghetti straps, sporting a ponytail. Before she sat down, on a whim, I asked her if I could swap her seat with mine since she got the aisle seat that allows me easy access to the bathroom. To my surprise, she seemed happy with my order and pushed me $ 20 in exchange for my seat. I rejected it with a smile. He said he was being very nice. Then he walked towards him

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This all happened after boarding a flight back to Las Vegas from O'Hare around 9pm, I was sitting by the window.

The next thing you know, a woman came up and stopped, looking at my scroll. She wears a short, plain strapless skirt with spaghetti straps, sporting a ponytail. Before she sat down, on a whim, I asked her if I could swap her seat with mine since she got the aisle seat that allows me easy access to the bathroom. To my surprise, she seemed happy with my order and pushed me $ 20 in exchange for my seat. I rejected it with a smile. He said he was being very nice. Then he walked to the front, at least out of my sight. I thought to myself that they never offered me money in exchange for a seat. His vibe around me is quite rare for a stranger.

Five minutes later, he returned with two staff members whom he told that he had a friend he had not seen in five years who was on the same flight, begging them to allow him to sit with that person. But the crew insisted that they cannot comply with her request because she is drunk. I mean judging from the speed of her words like the top of her head, and her embarrassingly submissive demeanor, she wasn't being normal.

He finally agreed to sit in the window seat I gave him. She looked at me. I apologized for her situation, I couldn't help her sit down with her friend. She smiled back at me and asked if she could switch seats with her friend. I agreed. At the time, it seemed like all the passengers were here. I asked her where her friend is. She looked around for a few seconds and saw him ready to sit like 5 rolls in front of me. She was VERY EXCITED to see her friend, frantically pointing at him. His had a white cap. She insisted again that I change seats with him. I said wait until the plane took off. She agreed.

After 20 minutes, the seat belt signal was off. then he asked me if he could change seats. I noticed that the staff were still walking around so I apologized, again, for not being helpful. She seemed a bit distraught about it, but she thanked me for trying to help her. He switched seats with the girl sitting in the middle. She sat next to me. After a while, a cook arrived with a catering cart. The next thing you know, he nudged me and asked if I wanted something, I told him I didn't feel like eating or drinking. He ordered wine. In fact, I felt a bit embarrassed not to buy anything while sitting next to a woman who bought something, so I asked for apple juice even when I didn't want it. While the cook prepares my apple juice, He ordered fries and handed his card to the cook while I looked for mine. I seem to have heard "pay for it, too". By the time I extended my card, the waitress told me that she paid for my things. I asked her why she was doing this, she said it was for my attempt to help her. He was mortified by it, but she seemed happy about it. We share the chips together. She noticed that the pace quickened as she ate, she offered to eat more. I refused saying that was enough. He offered to share the wine, I didn't want to. We share the chips together. She noticed that the pace quickened as she ate, she offered to eat more. I refused saying that was enough. He offered to share the wine, I didn't want to. We share the chips together. She noticed that the pace quickened as she ate, she offered to eat more. I refused saying that was enough. He offered to share the wine, I didn't want to.

She noticed that I was very young. I told him my age and I guess he's a little older. He was 29 years old. But he said he wished he were 20 years old in the role. We laugh at that. I said he still looked young. He then mentioned that the eyes look Korean and pretty, unlike other slanted eyes in the Japanese, and he called it a good match. He was so offended by that. That is not a compliment. Did you realize that you had just insulted a large group of people?

She was originally from Ukraine and settled here as a green card holder. I first thought she was a Latina, with dark hair, light tanned skin, and a slim complexion. I grew up in Chicago but was born abroad. He seemed happy because I am an American.

Then he asked my marital status. I immediately told him that I was single. She said, "You are too smart, you need a girlfriend." She claimed to have been married several times and after a year she was in a meh relationship with a Polish boy. He told me how passionate they were to crash his hips against mine, hug my neck, his face so close to mine as I can smell the breath from his mouth, then he dropped his head on my stomach and wrapped himself around my waist, staring. upwards. to my face then he released me and wrapped both arms around my right arm, rested his head on my shoulder to give him a touch; and finally just a handshake, but she didn't let go of me until I looked at the long hand she was holding. She seemed to realize that I noticed it. Then came a pause.

Then he asked me why I was going to Las Vegas. I said I need to get back to work. She wasn't convinced, probably because my belongings are newly bought clothes and shoes, she thought I was just shopping. She was going to attend a party in Las Vegas for the birthdays of her two friends. He told me that his two daughters bought him chicken for his birthday earlier, so he wanted to pay the same way. I asked him if it was roast turkey when he said "chicken" he nodded. And he claimed to be late for the party due to the flight delay.

We exchange about our lives. He told me that he lives in the suburbs and made a living from the cleaning service. She claimed to be making a fortune, she has over 30 girls working for her in Chicago and others in Los Angeles. He started the service last year and it made him a lot of money. But before that, she was in a less fortunate situation. She came here at the age of 23, without knowing any English, basically blind to everything. But thank God, other people were willing to help her. Her first job is a housekeeper who mops the floor and earns $ 12 an hour. She never told her parents because she was ashamed of what she had to do to move on. He revealed to me that he did not speak English until last year he enrolled in an ESL program at Trident College. You already managed to get familiar. That impressed me a lot. But then he mocked his less talented Mexican immigrant colleagues for their inability to learn English, saying all they said was "yes, yes, yes." I mean come on, not everyone is good at learning a new language. And yours isn't even perfect.

She later became a part-time Uber driver until she got a DUI because they found an open bottle of wine on the dash and gave her a drug test. The 0.09% BAC cost him 15 grand and his license was suspended. She was so distraught about it, $ 15,000 is too much for her, not being able to drive meant even less income. Luckily for her, she saves enough to cover the fine. Her friends were willing to help her. Then he opens his own independent cleaning service. She got a loan to start her own business and got clients through friends. Her clients are impressed by her performance and her personality, they had her for the next two years. Finally, He got cleaning contracts from various companies and department stores, for which he needs to hire more people to manage. It only took 1 year from nothing to everything. She told me that she will also get her license back. And he planned to acquire a new Audi of 30 grand. I complimented her, telling her that she is an amazing woman, although I completely doubt her story.

I told him briefly that I am a mechanic and that I also know how to shoot a gun. So I didn't want to reveal too much.

He ordered another pint of wine. I realized that he went straight to the firm without looking at the price like it was no big deal. He spent like a hundred dollars on his drinks plus mine. He was so concerned about her mental state and her seemingly fragile body. Other men will definitely take advantage of her. I was saddened by the fact that even knowing she's drunk, they still sold her drink. On one occasion, he pinched my nipple while whispering something in my ear. I completely missed what he said because I was so taken aback by that uncomfortable feeling. I just pretended it wasn't a big deal, I smiled. Which he probably did with some kind of intention. He kept tapping and whispering a few times. Then he asked to go somewhere. He was trying to climb up my lap to ... I got up, thinking I wanted to go to the bathroom. Yes,

She came back. I stood in front of her as she sat back down in her seat. I did it in the most gentlemanly way I could. The next thing you know, she undid her hair, showed me her ponytail, which she claimed to be the same one she wore when she was 23, when she bought it with her first paycheck. The way she held it in her palm, like it meant a lot to her. At the same time, her dark, wavy hair gave her head a lot more column and her hair looked different from her face together. "It's beautiful, Anna." Not exactly why he did that. To flaunt your assets in this way, your intention to seduce me is clear.

She accidentally spilled her drink on my right thigh. She apologized. He ordered another drink. He remembered I told him about me having beer with friends on Super Bowl weekends. So he ordered beer for me. Then he asked me for my Facebook number. I entered my number on your phone. I pretend to insert his into mine. She said it would help me find a better job, which I was verbally grateful for, but was happy with the current one. Then she asked me to go with her to the party. I told him I couldn't go for work. He seemed to take it as an excuse, he told me that if he wanted something, he would do it and he always gets it because he wanted it. So if I want something, don't be afraid, just go get it, and why wouldn't I know. (He said it several times before, by the way). I realized that there was something else to the message. Something that is not right. It sounds like it's saying that you shouldn't think twice about getting something. Whatever she wants, I know less than I care. Rather than "reciprocate" my feelings, I kept thanking her for trying to motivate me to be successful like she did. Never has a woman fell in love with me so fast, so confident that she told someone she knew for a couple of hours everything that she wouldn't even tell her friends. Women tend to be insecure and less trusting when talking to strangers. Unless for other reasons, she didn't "trust" me much. A confidence trick then? Materialistic women go after money. But since she was rich enough, she didn't need a rich boy. He was not a rich guy. For some I am handsome, while for others it is in bad taste. I gave myself a 7/10. She is 8. 5/10 at least. If you were looking for a boyfriend, why would you disguise yourself as a sex worker and claim to have been married before? Then you know better how to attract material boys, not gamers, to adventures. On the other hand, I fear for my own safety. She invited me to a party. Is it a real party or a trap? I definitely knew he looked ravishing, but trying so hard to get a shot at an average guy just didn't make sense to me. Being with a drunk woman is a bad idea, walking with her around other people looking at me like I'm trying to take advantage of her. If the party is real, and she got even more drunk, and I got drunk too. The last thing I want is to wake up in the bathtub with a missing organ because she set me up for some organ pickers. Or wake up next to her, both horrified and unable to remember what happened. I'm more likely to be arrested than she is. She could use it as a threat to force money out of me. My career, my future family dream will be shattered if something goes wrong. Final thought on losing her, what if your intentions are out of genuine interest but she's being a bit hasty and aggressive? I liked her and, at certain times, I wanted her sexually. But my fears win. What if her intentions are out of genuine interest but she's being a bit hasty and aggressive? I liked her and, at certain times, I wanted her sexually. But my fears win. What if her intentions are out of genuine interest but she's being a bit hasty and aggressive? I liked her and, at certain times, I wanted her sexually. But my fears win.

I thanked him and expressed my interest in friendship. I even spelled it out for him. I want nothing more than to be friends. "Friends, that's it." However, I promised to be in touch later. That's my test right there. He didn't get the response he expected from me, he got upset. He called someone on the phone, speaking frantically in his mother tongue. Somehow I got the idea that she was talking about me, angrily repeating "he doesn't understand." She was upset for me. I tried to intervene but she yelled "Excuse me, I'm on the phone." Penalty fee. After that, she and I didn't say a word. His drink stayed there intact. Anyone was mine.

Then the cooks came to get the garbage, and I carelessly threw away everything that was on my table. He handed me the container of chips, his drink. I threw the drink out with a strong shove of disgust. Shaking my head after. I made sure he saw how it was thrown away, how innocent I feel.

The plane landed in Las Vegas. I didn't like the idea of ​​letting her run away from the situation, like a coward. I stood behind my aisle seat, so to leave, she had to be in front of me. There was a moment before the crowd in front of her began to move. He turned his head towards me a total of three times. Did you still expect him to change his mind? As if to say: Do you really want me to leave you? Or am I not good enough for you? The last time he turned to me, he had no emotion. It was terrifying to see such a facial expression. I smiled back at him all three times, wishing him well. That was all I wanted to say. He then walked over to that friend he originally wanted to sit on the esplanade with for a bit and disappeared into the crowd ...

I thought I would move on as if nothing had happened. Interestingly, there is hardly a day after I didn't think about her. Maybe it's his desperation somehow caught up inside me. Sometimes I wish I had never met her, but I would feel guilty if I stop thinking about her. She is the only woman I have ever interacted with and I know more than a normal girlfriend for over a year.

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