I’ve been a fab member for over 10 years and wanted to share some of my experiences both good and bad.
So I had a few failed meet ups and I remember this one because she looked nothing like the photo on her profile. We met for a drink and she ordered a “large” wine and me being the ever so polite gentlemen didn’t object.
We made small talk and she was telling some of the most bizarre stories of how she met a complete stranger in the park/woods and sucked him off. At times I was struggling to keep up with he as she had a French twang to her accent.
Anyway I made my excuses and I’m so many words I said to her don’t call me I will call her.
Got into the car and went straight into fab and there was a message waiting for me from Marie, another lady I had been speaking with for a while and she’d made a suggestion of meeting up.
I’d been flirting with Marie for a while and decided to meet up at a Marriott Hotel I was staying at for work. I recall from our conversation that Marie was into fisting…. |
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I got to the hotel early and using my points I upgraded the room to a suite. I’m always about image and first impressions.
I messaged Marie just to check in with her and make sure what time we both agreed.
Checked in, showered, groomed and I got ready. My standard attire is usually jeans, shirt, socks and brown polished loakes. Oh and I am always commando.
Checked in with Marie again to see when she was arriving and told her I would meet her in the bar.
I was a little nervous which is only nature and a good sign so took a still outside to cool down.
Went back in ordered a drink and sat down. Messaged Marie again and she told me she was on her way.
Now I knew from chatting to Marie that she was a plus size lady and I’ve had plenty of experience with plus size ladies. In fact some of the best sex I’ve ever had has been with plus size ladies.
Waiting patiently I get a message from Marie telling me she’s just getting out the taxi.
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As I turn around to look in the direction of reception I see this lady walking towards the bar. She a across between Rebel Wilson and Pat Butcher.
Now I’ve met my fat share of fakes in my time but whenever I agree to meet anyone the one thing I don’t ever do is turn them down , no matter what they look like.
I got up and introduced myself and I brought her a drink. She I recall she had soft hands and soft cool cheeks as I gave her a kiss on the cheeks.
Sat down I took in this person sat next to me and I was, I must say very turned on at the thought of having her naked next to me and as the conversation flowed I came to the realisation she was equally please with me too.
Needless to say we talked about my recent failed meet up and I told her what a breath of fresh air she was and how genuine she came across.
I’m a very tactile person and at this point I was already holding her had and touching her knee.
The conversation turned to sex and I can still recall to this every day, she said,; “I would rather have a fist up my cunt than a cock” and I felt this rush of blood run through my body and my cock saw evidently getting harder.
As I finished my drink I tuned to her and said shall we head for my room and she agreed and we both got up.… |
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