I’m fairly certain all finance bros just want to be degraded [FM]

Idk man… He sucked, ok? He was a super right-wing finance bro with a superiority complex. We had NOTHING in common except a mutual attraction for each other. We disagreed on literally everything else.

*But whatever, I was young and trying to fuck. Plus, when you screw someone you have nothing in common with, it’s really easy to keep things casual. I was emotionally stunted and not looking for a connection.*

He was generally dominant in bed but every now and then he asked for things that caught me off guard.

I mean, no judgment, but he was kind of into weird shit. We had enough overlap that the sex was pretty fucking good but our kinks didn’t exactly line up.

For example, he had a weird way of dominating. I’m more of a “I get pleasure from giving” kind of lover, but he was very, very much into watching me orgasm… To the point it was almost weird. My body was actually really compatible with this kink in a sense because I’m very physically responsive, but I like focusing on the other person generally.

I was rooting for Terry [FM]

There was a time when I was a bit of a neighborhood legend. One benefit of this is that I never paid for shit. I don’t really know how it happened, I just really fell in love with my neighborhood and got to know everyone to the point that I had my freebie routine down to an art.

Every morning I’d wake up and grab a free coffee from the dude who managed the McDonald’s next door. The woman who owned an illegal daycare next to me liked I didn’t complain about the noise so she always brought me lunch during snack time. My friend owned a bar across the street from me and never, ever charged me for alcohol.

*I never asked for these things btw and I’m 100% sure none of these people wanted to sleep with me. I was just studying for the bar exam and everyone was weirdly supportive and kind.*

My favorite local vendor though? A man I’m going to call Terry.

Terry owned the liquor store on my corner. If he saw me walking from the subway station alone at night, he’d run out and walk me to my apartment. He kept me supplied with wine and always gave me a cigarette if I asked.

My best friend fucked my dad’s best friend and none of us are over it [FM]

*Yeah… This is not a sexy story. This is strictly for humor, but feel free to read on if you’re trying to laugh instead of climax.*

This is an unexpected twist, but I have a great relationship with my father. He’s a very good person who thinks I’m the absolute best human on earth.

He has this best friend who is infinitely cooler than anyone I know. Im going to name him Fred in this story.

Fred is from Australia and has a heavy accent. He used to be a skydive instructor, he volunteered at an elephant sanctuary for a year in Thailand, and he once recreated Che Guevara’s motorcycle trip around South America.

Fred has always felt more like a peer than a parental figure. He’s kind of immature and likes to tease me.

He doesn’t own a pan and has three changes of clothes. This should be a red flag because he’s kind of a child, but he’s also endearing. He has money because he knows a really solid trade, but he is a free-spirit and doesn’t seem to care much about wealth.

My ex could fuck with me in public without touching me [FF]

Yeah I wrote about how we ended but I needed another story about my psycho ex because the last one was too depressing.

My ex girlfriend was insane, but she was always fun to fuck. Every time I thought we were done she’d pop up and reel me back in. It’s just hard when you’re that sexually compatible.

Like this story…

M was very good at dominating me. Sometimes I’d be done with her and then fall right back into her trap.

She came to my city once and I met her at a hotel bar. I had told her we would not be fucking because I was seeing someone, and I think she literally laughed over the phone and said “Yeah sure.”

I wore a pencil skirt, blazer, and silk shirt because I thought if I was professional she’d take me more seriously. She wore a… Dress? Maybe a skintight tank top that made it less than an inch passed her hips. She also had on heels and her normal red lipstick.

We had our usual greeting where she kissed me on the cheek and then sat down across from me.

How it ended [FF]

I’ve tried to write this so many ways. Ultimately, I ended on the truth. Shielding the reality doesn’t protect anyone.

I owe a lot to M. Our sex changed me at my very core. Before it felt like an act, but sex with M felt weirdly like a lifestyle. I was obsessed with fucking her… But I was also just kind of obsessed with her generally.

M was fearless. We once had a professor say something racist. She flipped him off and walked out. When he threatened her with disciplinary action, she laughed in his face and said she’d love the chance to tell everyone what he said.

She didn’t face any disciplinary action.

M was the most physically beautiful person I’ve ever seen. She had brown skin and straight black hair to her waist. When people asked her “what” she was, she’d always give a different answer that never quite made sense. It would throw people off.

“I’m Norwegian” was here favorite line.

The worst dude I ever fucked… But he really got creative when he fucked my mouth [FM]

I hate this man so much. I don’t even like writing a backstory about him because I don’t remember any decent things he said. He was such an asshole who thought women needed to be submissive and controlled.

*Fucking finance bros.*

He could not control me… I was too old and wise at that point to be manipulated.

Unless we were in bed. Then he basically had full control and REALLY took advantage of it.

I wanted this dude so bad though. I thought about him like a dirty fixation. I fantasized about him constantly and out my poor clit through hell.

Once we were sitting on the couch and I started giving him a handjob over his pants. He got hard and guided me to find his rhythm as he gasped gently. “You’re insatiable,” he groaned as he reached up to fondle my chest.

“I can’t wait.”

I immediately pulled his pants down, tore my underwear off, and straddled him. I let him take my shirt off and bury his head in my breasts as I lowered myself down on him.

When I gave roadhead and fucked the worst dude I’ve ever met [FM]

Alright. I’ve avoided this for FAR too long.

I just want to start by saying this dude and I ONLY had a physical connection. Every time he opened his mouth I wanted to punch him. Our politics were on different ends of the spectrum and he was one of those folks who thought it was “edgy” to say misogynistic shit. Plus, he was just generally annoying.

But fuck me, we had tension.

There have been a few times in life when I’ve had this crazy raw sexual chemistry with someone. I don’t know why I wanted this dude, but I did.

And the first time we fucked was SO GOOD.

We hated each other but there was always something there. We almost hooked up once after trivia, but he hadn’t had an STD test in over a year so I kicked him out.

*Ok fun fact, I’m actually VERY responsible with my sexual health. I usually don’t mention this in stories, but the reason there’s usually a gap is because I make my partners get tested.*

After that night we started sexting and shit got real, real fast.

I came VERY close to fucking my old law school professor [FM]

*Kids, don’t fuck your subordinates. I realize this is the SECOND story about a professor and I’ve talked about fucking my boss, but keep in mind I have issues. These situations are messy. I also had a different professor hit on me who I was not into and things got very awkward.*

To this day, I’m kind of surprised at this dude’s willpower.

I’m fairly certain every law student has that “one” professor the entire student body is obsessed with. Usually this is a Stockholm syndrome-ish fixation, but this man was ACTUALLY sexy.

Did I always have a crush? Sure. But I assumed nothing was there because he was married, older, and entirely too focused on his career and fragile ego.

We worked really closely together for a semester because I was working on a research project for him. He actually chose me for the team because I was so liberal and he wanted someone to naturally argue the other side.

He was conservative as fuck though. We sure did argue.

The amount of cum I swallowed in those first few months with my husband… [FM]

Yeah fuck it, this story is about my husband.

I’m good at giving head. I know my strengths and, in the same way I know I’m good at chess, I KNOW I give great head. In a world with so many unknowns, this I am sure of.

Most men I’ve gone down on have said I’m the best they’ve had, and yes, they mean it.

Why am I good at giving head? Practice. I inexplicably thought oral didn’t count when I was younger so I sucked my first boyfriend off A LOT. After that, it just became my favorite thing to do in bed. It’s fun to do something you’re good at.

So when I met my husband he said this REALLY weird thing. When we were still in the heavy petting phase he said he didn’t like blowjobs. That’s cool, I get it. It’s not for everyone.

However, when I finally pushed him on it, he said it felt kind of degrading. I try to be a good person, but I laughed in his face.

“Dude, you don’t have to worry about that with me.”

The hardest 48 hours of my life [FM]

So one thing folks don’t talk about with rough sex is that the physical realities create barriers. When I was regularly having rough sex my family was pretty concerned for me, and my injuries were a little hard to explain.

*”Don’t worry, Dad. I just broke my nose during rough sex,” doesn’t roll off the tongue.”*

Breaks are also pretty essential, but that’s easier said than done. When you’re screwing constantly and living with someone you’re attracted to, it’s hard to take an honest break for physical recovery.

Once we had been fucking like crazy and when he pulled out I heard him say, “Oh fuck.”

“What?” I asked. I was still in post-orgasm haze.

“You’re bleeding.”

“That’s impossible.”

I realize the natural conclusion is I had just started my period, but I did not have a cycle at the time.

*I wasn’t eating enough. Don’t be like young V. That’s very unhealthy.*

As it turns out, it was possible. He had literally fucked me until I was bleeding. He felt HORRIBLE about it too, even though it was clearly not his fault.