A dating site fantasy – His

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You’ve been horny all day and just can’t ignore it anymore. You post an ad at 10:00 p.m. on Plentyoffish saying simply “Fuck Me.” Immediately, you receive an email with nude pics from a hot babe who could be Pamela Anderson’s long lost twin. The email says she is wet and ready for you right now, and includes a map with directions to her place. You grab a handful of condoms and go.

When you get there, the Pam twin opens the door naked. She grabs you by your shirt and pulls you inside. “I’m so horny right now, baby,” she whispers as she leans her hot bod against you. “You came just in time.” You look into the room and can’t believe it, but there is another hot naked babe sitting on the bed! She looks like Yasmin Bleeth. The Pam twin says “Oh, that’s my lesbian roommate. We’re exploring my bi side tonight. I hope you don’t mind.” You can’t believe your good luck. The girls go at it all hot and heavy, while you watch, getting harder by the minute. And just when you wish you had remembered to bring your camera, the Pam wannabe says, “Hey let’s video us. Wouldn’t it be great to watch ourselves afterwards?” You toss up a prayer in heartfelt thanks to any god nearby.

You engage in wild orgiastic sex with the babes. You do the Pam wannabe while the Yasmin wannabe looks on. The Yasmin wannabe sees the size of your cock, and starts thinkin’ maybe she’s been missing out. So you fuck her too, and she realizes that she really is bi, not lesbian after all. You’ve converted her. Life is sweet. Then you do them both again and again. You lose count of their orgasms, and discover your own capacity for multiples yourself. You & the babes watch the video you made, but everyone gets horny from watching, so you all fuck again. Hours later, after you are spent, exhausted, and thoroughly satisfied, you gather your clothes and start to dress. The babes kiss you on both cheeks and say thanks for the best fucking of their lives. You leave, never knowing their real names, and with the best story in the history of Penthouse Magazine letters.

By the time you get home, you are too wound up to write to Penthouse. You can’t wait to share your story, so you get back online and start composing your post. You check your email and are surprised to find ten messages from other women who want you, right now. You save their nude pictures into your special folder for future use, and lean back in your chair with a big smile on your face. “I must be dreaming,” you think to yourself.

And then you wake up, alone in your bed. The first words out of your mouth are the same as your original post: “Fuck ….. Me.” But you get up, and get online again, hoping for a chance that you might one day have the perfect Casual Encounter….

You never know.

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