I went on a date with a girl I met on Tinder. She was lovely, but I was a little weirded out by the fact that she was younger than me. It was only a three year difference but she was still in college and I’m just generally attracted to older people.
I’ve always been into feminine women but she was hyper girly to the point it was distracting. I don’t think it would have mattered if we had been the same age but the rainbow sweaters were throwing me off.
I mean, she was hot though.
After a couple of dates she finally invited me back to her place. I accept… even though it’s a little odd she lives in a dorm.
We make out quite a bit on the way there and she’s an excellent kisser.
*Maybe age is just a number.*
At one point in the walk she pulls me to the side and makes out with me against a brick wall and fondles me through my shirt.
*Alright, this girl has moves.*
On the elevator ride up she takes off her own damn underwear and hands them to me.
*I’m about to go down on this chick for days.*
We get into her room and…
*Oh lord*
…It is very, very pink. There’s a damn poster of Justin Bieber on the wall and stuffed animals on the bed.
Stuffed. Animals.
She doesn’t exactly just sweep them off either. She very gently takes them one-by-one and gently sets them on her desk… like she loves these things a little too much.
*Would it be insane to fuck this girl or insane not to?*
She patted her bed. It was bright purple and I think I had to fight the grimace on my face. Still, I come over and sit next to her. We start making out and for a while I thought maybe I could make this work.
She lays me back and climbs on top of me. She puts her hand to my chest and lets me play with her hair. She kisses my neck and licks my ear.
*Fuck she’s good at licking.*
I turn my head to the side and catch a glimpse of her stuffed animals. They’re staring at us in a way that seems a tad judgmental. I don’t think they’re cool with us having gay dorm sex in their presence.
I close my eyes and look at the ceiling. She has like a million photos from her in high school.
*Fuck she’s so young. But she’s also going up my shirt with confidence and has a really nice body.*
Her hand gets to my breast and I let her go under my bra. She’s rubbing my nipples back and forth and making me moan.
*Oh dear… she’s good at this.*
She takes off my shirt and lets me takes hers off too. She straddles me and starts rubbing herself on my jeans.
*Fuck I forgot she wasn’t wearing underwear.*
I reach to pull my her hair I watch her smile. She puts her hand between my legs and for half a moment I think this might work.
She pushes my head to the side and smashes it into the mattress… the problem is it’s the side where I see the stuffed animals.
They are definitely judging us. I can’t do this.
I tell her I think we should take it slow and she’s very kind about it. At one point she says, “When I fuck you I’m going down on you for hours.” That almost gets me to change my mind but I look over at the stuffed animals and think they probably wouldn’t approve of this feast.
I had to ghost her. I don’t know how to explain my neurosis without really hurting her feelings.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/so588i/the_hard_limit_i_didnt_know_i_had_ff
We all have our hang ups…sorry it was a stuffed animal that stopped you from being tongue stuffed by that animal lol
Fuck a duck that shit was hilarious XD
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Nothing wrong with learning your boundaries, and not being into stuffed animals or partners that are in vastly different head spaces.
When/if possible, you might do her a kindness by trying to explain why it doesn’t work for you. (Dan Savage’s campsite rule.)
Something like “I just felt like we’re in different places in life and it didn’t work for me” is probably a general enough message.
You’re the only person on this site who can CONSISTENTLY make me laugh, invested, and hard, all in one post. Well fuckin done 💚
If they were good at what they were doing, they probably know that about themselves. But if you ghosted them, they’re probably going to wonder what went wrong even after them doing their best in the bedroom (and the elevator lol)
>Stuffed. Animals.
So it’s a “Toy Story” then….
>I turn my head to the side and catch a glimpse of her stuffed animals. They’re staring at us in a way that seems a tad judgmental.
Bet at least two of them were named Woody and Buzz
>I had to ghost her. I don’t know how to explain my neurosis without really hurting her feelings.
Welp guess you don’t have a friend in her or in you….ok that’s the last one lmao
A talking stuffed toy yelling “who’s your daddy” would be absolute nightmare fuel for you. But to each their own, we won’t yum your yuck.
In a choice between disapproving stuffed animals and good
sex, good sex wins every time! 🤣🤣😍😘
Ah. Foiled by the stuffies! What about dogs? Does the disapproving looks from pets cause you issues? I have stories about my GF’s neurotic dog…
Just imagine how the stuffed animals felt…
“Oh for fucks sake…not this again.”
“I hate this desk. The wood is cold on my ass. I wish she’d put some damn pants on me if we’re going to keep coming over here.”
“This isn’t the same girl as last time…”
“Oh! That one was nice. Very pretty.”
“Why is this one staring at us? Isn’t that weird?”
“Do you guys think this one likes to read? What do you think she thinks about?”
“Bro, you’re talking about her mind? What’s wrong with you? Look at that ass!”
Shh… They’re going to hear us.”
“Shit, she’s leaving.”
“At least we can go back to the bed.”
“Do you think it’s something we said?”
I posted this quite a while ago on AskReddit. Your post made me think of it. A little more innocent, but still involves a weird attachment to a stuffed animal.
>So I was 18, in the Air Force, and living in the dorms.
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>My roommate set me up with his girlfriend’s cousin, and the four of us went to a movie.
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>She brought a stuffed animal. Not a tiny little thing some (young) women clip to their keychain. It was a gigantic blue rabbit at least as big as a toddler. She said she brought it because she sometimes gets scared in movies (we were seeing a comedy.)
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>After the movie, we grabbed some ice cream and drove the cousins home. My date invited me to kiss her at the door, but told me I should also kiss Pebbles so he wouldn’t be jealous.
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>Edit: Of course I kissed Pebbles. My date was actually out-of-my-league hot. But crazy.
This is interesting. There’s a small part of me wondering whether this was an elaborate test she can concocted.
Miss Vi, veteran of several exhibitionist adventures, was stopped by an audience of stuffies? (insert Scooby Doo noises here)
The word for it, is pediophobia.
All you dad’s with daughters out there, take note. Buy your little girl the stuffies with the biggest eyes & most judgemental expressions.
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I have quite a few stuffed animals because comfort items are great but yeah they don’t get to watch the show. That’s like one step below letting your pet on the bed while you’re doing it @~@