I’ve mentioned this here and there, but I think the best fwbs are the ones that start as friendships. There has to be something other than sex underpinning this relationship, and I think we should genuinely enjoy spending time together. Otherwise, what are we supposed to do between orgasms? Scroll through our social media in silence?
My favourite part about fucking my friends is that stage between seeing me in a whole new light and actually fucking me. On one hand, I love drawing this stage out. I know I’m gonna fuck them eventually, but I want to see how far they’re willing to go to fuck me. On the other hand, I wanna explore every square millimeter of their genitals intimately with my pussy and mouth immediately.
If you’ve ever watched Leverage, casual sex with your friends is like grifting a mark. This does make me sound like an actual criminal, so let me explain myself. You’re always in charge, but the mark always believes they’re in charge. They’re thinking two steps ahead trying to score some pussy, but you’re always four steps ahead. You’ve planned the lingerie and outfit, and your friend only realizes it was your idea the entire time when they finally undress you for the very first time.
Now, I admit this is partially because I have control freak tendencies and I like to over-intellectualize everything I do. I’m a black widow spider spinning elaborate webs, but there’s really nothing wrong with seducing your friends like a siren on the rocks, or luring them in with your sex pheromones like an omega in heat.
I typically start the grift with a conversation about our sex lives. Everybody I know knows that I’m deeply in love with my boyfriend. I don’t talk much about my love for him on this account, but trust me, it’s very clear IRL.
“Oh yeah, I hook up with other people. He does that too.”
There are always questions, and I always make it clear that there are no boundaries or limits. I’m more than willing to share details about my sex life, because although you think you’re sating your curiosity, I’m trying to flip that little switch in your brain that tells you not to fuck your friends. But eventually, they ask me for my type.
“I don’t really have a type…” I say, but I do eventually describe you, with some minor variations. It’s a real chicken and egg problem; do I befriend someone because I’m attracted to them? Or am I attracted to my friends because I spend time with them and I enjoy their company?
There’s a third option, that I’m probably an easy slut, but let’s not think about that.
Sometimes it takes more effort, like talking about our kinks and turn ons, or showing them my extensive kink list. I like paying attention to their reactions at this stage. What do you notice? That I love choking on cock? That I love a little CNC? That I love dirty talk and being humiliated?
Or perhaps you fixate upon where I like a guy to cum.
“I prefer a creampie, but sometimes I just want a man to cum on my face, y’know? *Where do you like to cum*?”
I like to plant the thought of cumming on me or with me in my friends’ mind. It’s a memetic hazard, like telling someone not to think of a white elephant. The more you try to not think about Lee’s small body cumming against yours, the harder it gets. I marinate your mind, fanning that spark of sexual desire.
“It’s no big deal, you’re kinda cute anyway.”
“I’d give most people a shot! It’s good to have an open mind.”
When I’m sure you’re into me, I flip the script on you.
“Wait, [nickname], are you attracted to me?”
It’s okay, I assure you. It’s normal to be attracted to your *friends*. I really don’t mind having casual sex with my *friends*. We’re still *friends*. I talk you through any concerns you might have. I won’t make people cheat on their partners, but that’s never really a problem because I refuse to ensnare monogamous people. I’m an ethical predator.
It always takes a while for people to come around to the idea of fucking their friends, so it’s important to maintain the same degree of communication with them. Most of my friendships revolve around me sending them stuff I saw on the internet that made me think of them. I’m like a penguin bringing you pebbles or a cat bringing you their toys, and I make sure my friends know that acknowledging our sexual desires doesn’t fundamentally change our friendship. After all, this slut has ADHD and she might tell you about something she saw today between orgasms.
Once we’ve had this talk, I’m usually satisfied that you’d like to fuck me. Things get more explicit. I tell them it’s alright to masturbate to my spicier pictures on social media. I ask if they’d like to see my nudes.
And I always agree to hang out with you alone. I know what you want, and I’m gonna lead you to it. I’ll ask for your thoughts on my outfits, so when the day comes for you to fuck me, I know you’re gonna love every article of clothing I plan on having you remove at the end of the evening.
The date itself is fun too, both on a sexual level and on a non-sexual level. There’s an undercurrent of sexual tension between us, but we keep things professional, even if one of my nipples slip into view *accidentally*. I know their kinks, so I know what to say to get their blood flowing, but sometimes it’s as easy as telling them how I want to be fucked right now. Don’t overthink it.
Above all, my friendships are never entirely about sex. I want you to fuck me like you hate me, but I never want you to hate me.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xfyhzq/this_is_why_i_love_fucking_all_my_friends_f_f24
Have you ever fallen into the issue of them falling in love with you? That’s be my biggest fear is it’s all fun and games till they want to date you
the would be completely hot to read more about the specifics of the planning. Do you enjoy this more with a specific personality type? Someone more Sheltered and unaware, or someone a little “in on the game” for example?