“Stop trying to fuck the man I am currently fucking” [MM] [FM]

My old roommate told me to write this story even though I’m not sure it portrays him in the best light.

He can deal.

I once lived with three men, one of which was my dear friend. He also happens to be gay and when we lived together he had not kissed anyone.

*He’s now married to a hottie.*

My best friend came to see me once. This was during a period when we were fucking and could sometimes get weird. My roommates all developed man crushes and told him he should just move in within the first 24 hours of his stay.

So we fucked a lot during his visit until I told him I needed a break. I was very sore and my body so bruised it looked like I had just gotten into a bar fight. I told him we could absolutely not fuck for the rest of the day. It was physically impossible.

I came out to the living room and collapsed on our sofa. My roommate was sitting at our table and thought my dishevelment was hilarious.

“Are you having fun getting pounded?” He asked.

When my roommates developed a man crush [FM]

*I don’t give a fuck that this story is long. It’s hilarious.*

My last story reminded me of this period in my life and I thought this deserved to be told. I lived with three men one semester who put up with a lot from me. TBF, I put up with a lot from them.

When we first moved in my best friend came to see me. It just so happens that I was fucking my best friend at the time and the two of us got weird.

I had not mentioned our dynamic to my roommates.

He flew in late and I knew we were going to hook up but I just really enjoyed fucking with him. When we got to my place I told him I would make up the couch for him.

“Oh I’m sleeping on the couch, am I?”

“Yep. The good news is that it’s incredibly uncomfortable and small.”

“How about you get on your knees and beg me to sleep in your bed?”

Restoring the delicate equilibrium between roommates [FF]

I lived with three men one semester. One was gay but the two were straight and also in love with me. I am not saying this to be dramatic or conceded. That’s what actually happened and it got awkward at times as they got weirdly competitive with each other.

*My best friend who I periodically hooked up with thought it was hilarious when he came to see me and kept saying 100% of my straight roommates fell in love with Viola.*

I was aware of this dynamic and tried to keep them at arms length. Tbh, I was going through an odd phase where I was hooking up with various people. It got to the point that our routine every Saturday morning consisted of the them making breakfast for me and whomever I had hooked up with the night before. They instinctively started setting a 5th place at our table. We found a beautiful equilibrium with me showing absolutely no interest in either of them.

One night I fucked up.

I was slightly drunk and bored and I ended up making out with one of them. We held hands at a concert and then I pulled him towards me outside and let him pin me against a brick wall.

The tornado that cockblocked me [FM]

I’m used to being the second hottest girl in the room. I don’t even mean that in a self-deprecating way because I think I’m attractive and my personality is hella charming, but I’ve always had weirdly hot friends which let me fade into the background.

My best friend in college in particular was so hot it was annoying… well it might have been if she wasn’t such a lovely person. She was an athlete with waist length hair who was objectively adorable.

So all that is to say, I was accustomed to dude’s crossing rooms to talk to her.

We were once at a frat party and a dude I had a crush on came over to talk to us. I almost instinctively stepped aside and waited for him to hit on her, but he didn’t make look at her. He just wanted to chat with me.

My best friend smiles and makes a quick exit. She was a very big fan of me talking to guys because I was a tad shy back then.

The end you were rooting against [FMM]

I had a threesome with two dudes and it was fun. After it happened, both of them worried a little too much about my feelings.

In the end theyre the ones who got a little weird.

I once came home from work to find my boyfriend belligerently drunk. This wasn’t a huge surprise as his best friend was about to leave us the following day and he wasn’t good with feelings.

*Also, the three of us had been hooking up all week.*

After a huge fight ensued, his best friend and I managed to put him to bed.

“Come here,” he said.

“I’m not going to bed at 8:00pm,” I answered as I tucked him in.

“I didn’t mean you, you presumptuous ass.”

“Go to bed, damn it!” His best friend said.

We left him like that.

When his best friend and I were alone in the kitchen he poured me a drink. “You’ve earned it.”

I glared at him. “I blame you. You let him get like that.”

“I can’t control him.”

“Whatever.”

Yes, I have switched to dom with a male partner [FM]

God damn it, y’all really wanted me to write this. Apart from my pegging stories this was by far the most requested.

But first? A rant.

This was fucking hard to write. It’s far more emotional for me than my stories about being degraded.

People don’t understand that being submissive in bed isn’t about about pain. It’s about control. I don’t have to think about ANYTHING when I’m playing that role. When I’m with a partner I trust it’s one of the few times I can shut my brain off and not be responsible for my body. It’s the best drug in the world.

Being a dom is fucking horrible. You’re fully responsible for 100% of pain and pleasure that happens in a room. I don’t want that damn responsibility.

Do I do it? Yes. It’s kind of part of it. For emotional and physical reasons- including understanding limits and longterm care- it’s a good idea to take control back at times.

So although this is not my preference to act out or write about, you fucking freaks really wanted to read about me beating up men so here goes…

The uncomplicated man who had other talents [FM]

You know how a “developer’s dream” is actually “complete shit” in real estate terms? When a friend describes a blind date as “uncomplicated,” there’s a reason for that particular description.

When I was still a youngin after a breakup my friend decided I needed a rebound so she set me up with an “uncomplicated” man. I show up and this dude is about as uncomplicated as they come.

I mean, he’s sweet and all, but so fucking stupid. I’ve never met anyone more difficult to hold a conversation with.

When he came to pick me up, he stared at the books in my living room and asked me why I have to read so much for school. I explained they were all my personal collection and he gives me this blank stare like I just told him I wake up every morning and squirt hot sauce in my eyes.

On our way to the restaurant he puts on Nickelback and turns it up so loud other cars stare at us. During dinner he asks me what I want to do and when I explain I’m going to law school he asks, “Like the same kind of school lawyers go to?”

The story every queer girl has [FF]

Oh yes, my favorite waitress who confused the hell out of me.

For months when I was young I’d stop by this cafe after work to wrap up for the day. I could only be in the office for so long and would finish up research while I ate dinner at my favorite spot.

I always had the same waitress who was adorable. She would always slip me an extra cup of coffee when I was billing and then bring me a glass of wine at the end of my day. We never talked much but she was a precious soul I started looking forward to seeing.

I’m going to be honest, I thought maybe she was nice to me because she tipped well.

One day she grabs my check, turns to leave, and then looks back at me. “Do you smoke?”

“Like cigarettes?” I ask.

“No…”

“Then yes.”

She looks horrified but asks if I want to smoke with her in the back of the restaurant. I accept.

*To pause, I learned a long time ago not to assume ANYTHING about someone’s identity. I generally wait for women to hit on me.*

“You’re fucked up all the time.” [FM]

I went through a fun phase once that led to some of my best stories. During that time I lived with a dude briefly in an obscure country and the two of us fucked his best friend.

Before all that went down though, my boyfriend got so fucking weird when I met his bestie. I kind of forgot about this dynamic before I wrote about us the other day.

*I wrote about this briefly before and condensed some of the story, but I actually think it’s worth telling in full because it’s weird AF.*

For days before his arrival my boyfriend kept warning me that they were a little “weird” together. He was very worried I might get jealous because they were really close.

*Again I’m fairly certain the two of them had fucked before. I never asked.*

His best friend is LOVELY. We get along from the moment we meet each other and he makes me laugh for an hour straight. He also does this amazing impression of my boyfriend which sends me spiraling. The more we get along the more my boyfriend starts sulking.

*Yeah, he was weirdly possessive and moody AF.*

When my future husband met my ex [MF]

*I didn’t even realize my ex inadvertently got me laid twice for being such an ass until I wrote this story.*

When I post about my husband I usually call him my boyfriend or ex because it’s easier. If not our sex life starts to feel like we’re fucking for an audience.

I’m making an exception here because this story is hilarious and so very wholesome.

I have an ex who I hate. He’s legitimately an asshole who arguably emotionally abused me for months until I was able to finally leave. Sadly, our professional lives overlapped a lot so he stayed in my life for far too long.

Before we got married I took my husband to a professional event. On the way there I warned him we would likely run into my ex.

“The one you don’t like?” He asked. “Your old boss?”

“He’s going to be an ass to you. He lashes out when he gets insecure.”

“I can handle it.”

“No like… he zeroes in on what folks are insecure about and will be horrible about it.”