Author: 5coundrel

Dangerous Living [MF] Revenge Fuck

My roommate was a good friend. Was. Then we moved in together.

The first week of 75 of his closest friends over was wild, and fun, and exciting. Then school started. But this shit did not stop.

It got so bad that eventually, I (22M) spent more time at another friends house on his couch.

After a couple of months, another friend I wanted to see was at the ever-revolving-party that was my apartment, so I went down there, and was going to hang out.

Per usual, the place was packed. The apartment entered next to the kitchen on the left, then a short hall to the living room, to the left and behind the kitchen, and the two bedrooms and a kitchen down the hall to the right. The bedroom hallway was ended by my roommate’s door, that looked squarely out into about half of the living room. This will get important later.

Up to this point, I’d been pretty clear about people staying out of my room, and up to this point, my roommate had honored my wishes. Not today.

I entered the apartment and went to my room to do a few things. When I entered, I became enraged. Read more »

[FM] She dared me to do it

The sexual build up over the course of weeks and months was intense.

She, the brash know it all, 13 going on 30, quickly married and playing house (19F) petite hottie. Me (20M), the tall, blond, more thoughtful, and sensitive counterpart to the gregarious fuck boi she would eventually tire with and divorce.

We read to each other. I read poetry to her. We shared intimate confessions of our ideals, hopes and dreams. I was always conscious of her taken status, but she was so enthralling, so sexy, and so adroit at pinning her husband as the heel in her narrative that I didn’t care, and worse; I was more like the ball of string than the predator cat, though I was full of enough confidence at that age to believe the roles reversed.

Not by accident, I kept ending up at the same parties as her, on nights her husband worked. We were all in the same circle of friends, so she would always be with a gaggle of girl friends, and it seemed innocuous enough. But time and again, we’d end up isolated, chatting our little secret banter in some quiet corner. In the back of my mind, I was always extra confident because I knew this could never happen. Then circumstances allowed for a change. Read more »