I sucked my boss off during a conference call [FM]

So yes, when I was an intern I dated my boss. We fucked a couple times during work (even though I’ve mostly avoided those stories- they’re not very lawyer-like). He’s a mess, but those first few months were fun.

I really cannot say exactly what this call was without giving away where we worked, but I was once in his office for a conference call with pretty high-level people.

At one point I leaned over his desk to speak into the phone and he wrote on a notepad, “You look hot bent over like that.”

I proceeded to unbutton my shirt and let him stare at me as I sat across from him in my bra. He spoke into the phone about what legal arguments make sense amidst the circumstances, but he did not take his eyes off me.

*Damn it, I hate how good of sex we had. This was super hot.*

Somewhere around the explanation of federal rules of procedure, he pulled out his dick and started getting himself off.

First time experiencing orgasm withholding [FM]

Y’all actually read my last post so here goes what happened next…

*Disclaimer: usually when I write stories I condense timelines for clarity. I didn’t do that when I wrote about our first interaction and I’m not going to here because I don’t feel I can tell a genuine narrative without it.*

I still don’t get fucked in this one. If you’re pissed you have to wait, welcome to the world of withholding.

I wrote about how I met the dude who would later introduce me to BDSM. He was a gem.

Essentially what you need to know at this point is that the first time we hooked he made me get off by rubbing myself against him. Then he got himself off even when I asked him to fuck me and told me he wanted me “deprived” the first time we had sex.

So… I get myself off several times a day. It’s a literal, diagnosed addiction. I usually wake up in the middle of the night to do it because I have a hard time sleeping without it.

First time hooking up with the dude who taught me BDSM [FM]

By popular demand, you fucking weirdos. I avoided this for reasons that are about to become clear, including the fact I just wrote a damn novella. Enjoy.

*Disclaimer: Because so many people have asked questions about this first interaction, I’m going to use this opportunity to explain how I got into this kind of relationship. For narrative purposes, a lot of times I speed up timelines in my stories (combine days and conversations for clarity). I’m not going to do that here. It’s going to be real and a little embarrassing on my part. Skip this one if that’s not your thing.*

I’ve written about this dude a lot because we had colorful sexual experiences. I haven’t written about this specific moment because I wasn’t sure what to include, but whatever. It gets hot by the end.

No, we did not meet in a BDMS chat room and I did not come up and say, “Hi, I’d like you to choke me” upon our introduction. If you met me you would not be like, “That girl probably likes being called a whore in bed.” I’m a lawyer with an affinity for color coding my life, so this does not happen to me everyday.

I “encouraged” my roommate to cheat [FFM] [Kind of]

In college my roommate and I were one of those pairs you wouldn’t see apart. We were obsessed with each other and still kind of are. We also lived in a shitty apartment with walls that didn’t do much to mask any debauchery.

We leaned into it.

We talked about sex constantly and became really comfortable with each other about it. Weirdly enough, I think some of my kinkiness actually comes from her instruction even though she was very much a straight girl.

She had a long distance boyfriend. Every time he would visit, I’d text her a “rating” after they fucked on a scale of 1-10. I would often hear them laughing about it in the next room.

*NGL, I also got myself off when they’d fuck. They had really kinky sex.*

He also was also a douche. I mean, we got along well enough, but he was pretty obviously cheating on her. Not only was she told about his infidelities from his friends, she caught him with incriminating texts on more than one occasion.

The first time I hooked up with the boy who was obsessed with me [FM]

We ended up dating btw. This story is a little awkward though.

This guy was obsessed with me in college for about a year.

*I am not being dramatic or mean when I say this. He was admittedly obsessed with me and you’ll see why it got weird shortly.*

At the time I was not into anyone. I had been through a bad breakup and was digging freedom so I kept shutting down people every time we got close.

He was persistent AF though.

He texted me at least several times a week and basically out texted my attempts to ghost. He was super cool and I liked him a lot, but I did not even want to consider if we had a spark.

One time I was hanging in his room and he went to grab us sodas. We were studying and I mindlessly picked up his phone.

*I promise I wasn’t snooping. Mine had fallen into a lake the day before so I had been using his to look up definitions. This was back in the day when the internet was regularly unreliable.*

Y’all ever try to fuck after a marathon? [FM]

This story is 100% pure comedy. If you want hot sex, go to almost anything else I’ve posted.

Once upon a time I was one of those people who despised working out. When people asked how I stayed in shape I would answer “woodworking and lovemaking,” but the truth is I’ve just been blessed with good genes and am naturally thin.

Then I started dating a marathon runner. He’s one of those annoyingly healthy people who gets up at 5:00am to run and meditate.

*We get it. You’re good at life, you fucking show off.*

Back then you could not drag me out of bed before the workday began and I regularly skipped meals and survived mainly on coffee and chicken nuggets.

Then the pandemic hit.

It became clear very quickly I needed a hobby outside and running was the natural endgame.

As much as exercising is the fucking worst, I’m a fan of certain side effects, namely my body was banging while I was training for a marathon. I actually don’t think I lost weight when I took up this hobby, but rather gained muscle and stamina.

Fool me twice, shame on me [FM]

I dated the same guy for most of high school. I was religious and terrified of getting pregnant so we never went “all the way.”

*Without getting into substance because I was a minor for most of it, we did do other things I still need young, religious V to justify to my older self, but whatever.*

He actually cheated on me and we broke up. We were literal children so in time I had no hard feelings, but we didn’t talk very often.

*He has no social media and neither of us are big texters.*

Years later, sadly we had a mutual friend we were both really close with pass away. I guess the two of us had lost touch with most people from our hometown so we ended up sitting together at his funeral.

It was an extremely difficult affair. Afterward we cried and cried in his car and just held each other in the church parking lot.

*I wonder where this is going? Grief makes you do weird things.*

So at one point he told me he still loved me and missed me. I think it was the heaviness of the day, but we ended up making out.

The man who out-kinked me [FM]

I’m going to warn you now, this is purely a humorous post that gets a little strange.

So I get weird in bed. TBH, I generally have to ease most folks into my kinkiness because I have freaked people out. There is very little I won’t do.

…Or so I thought.

When I was studying for the bar I used to regularly go on tinder dates as a distraction. It was a weird time. I was stressed and really just needed to get out.

So I meet up with a dude one evening. If I’m being honest I’m not sure if we have real chemistry. He’s a little too full of himself and makes one too many lawyer jokes. Because I’m pretty sure this isn’t going anywhere, I’m a little more honest than usual. Also, I had like 3 martinis and was feeling brave.

We start talking about sex.

“Is it true what they say about lawyers in bed?” He asks.

“What do they say?”

“That their… you know, rigid?”

My most degrading sex? [MF]

Someone asked me this on an AMA and it’s honestly hard for me to narrow down. I don’t want to brag but I’ve been degraded a bunch in bed.

I assume y’all already know who this story is going to be about. Lol. If not, he’s not hard to find on my profile.

Long story short, I dated a dude who loved to degrade me and I loved being degraded. We never dated because we both have issues and fueled certain unhealthy compulsions in each other, but it made for DAMN good sex.

*Btw, if you asked him, he’d say the same thing. We had to stop talking, but we still really care about each other and respect each other. That last aspect is important for y’all to know before we go into this story. Also, as always, we discussed everything before, after, and had a safe word.*

This tale needs some backstory. My apologies in advance.

When we went out, sometimes we’d intentionally fuck with each other. I once made out with a dude in front of him so he made out with that same guy moments later.

“So all of Vegas can see.” [MF]

The dude I technically lost my virginity to is not someone I write about often. TBH, he really liked missionary and never went down on me so there’s not much to write about. Our sex was just kind of mediocre.

On rare occasions he surprised me.

The one thing our sex life has going for us was the fact that he was super into my body. We fucked almost every day and he was constantly jerking off to the thought of me. He would tell me this often.

*He had his moments. That was pretty hot.*

So we visited Vegas once and randomly got upgraded to this badass suite overlooking the strip. Upon entering he immediately goes to the window and then turns back to me and states that he wants to fuck me against it.

I dismiss this idea pretty quickly and explain that I’m not about to get arrested for indecent exposure.

*Good thinking on young Viola’s part btw. I was destined to be a lawyer.*