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I let my girlfriend dress me and she did not like it [FF]

*I wouldn’t have this fight today. I was immature and childish. Dress however you want.*

I can’t remember a time when M willingly wore an “appropriate” amount of clothes. There could be snow on the ground and she’d be in knee high boots and a crop top.

As an adult looking back, I respect the subversion of expectations. As her girlfriend, it bugged the fuck out of me. Call me a bad feminist, but I was insecure and didn’t like that she was constantly getting attention.

I fucked up one night.

A guy grabbed her and I had to physically drag her outside to stop her from punching him… Again. Instead of being a supportive girlfriend and friend, I shrugged and mumbled that he was probably “confused.”

She scoffed, got in my face, and looked me up and down. “Say it, Viola. Say the phrase on the tip of your damn tongue.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Say I’m asking for it.”

I didn’t respond. She mumbled something about how I was worse than that asshole and didn’t text me for a few days. Read more »

The very religious girl I used to fuck [FF]

Oh how I love this story. I’m going to start at the end.

This girl is on my social media. I have no idea why she hasn’t deleted me. She regularly posts homophobic rants and I make a point to “like” every status so she remembers…

*I kind of have a theory the the majority of people who express a level of contempt for queer folks that’s noticeably over the top is a LITTLE gay.*

I met this girl in law school who was HELLA religious. I have absolutely no problem with religious folks, I just don’t love the constant converting. She was one of those.

She was also my roommate’s best friend.

She bugged me, but I’m fairly certain I was her special project. She always made a point to talk to me and seemed oblivious to how annoyed I was with her constant political rants and speeches about how the country was in ruin.

She very, VERY often talked about how queer sex was a sin. When I told her I was bi, she made a very offensive comment I will not be repeating at this time. Read more »

“Wouldn’t it be hilarious if you pegged me?” [MF]

Men are so fucking weird.

I’ve had exactly one dude openly ask me to peg him without any awkwardness. Meanwhile, 4 men I dated have indeed wanted to be pegged.

I actually don’t blame men for this. I think there’s an unjustified stigma I will not be unpacking at this time. Anyway, it makes men feel weird about asking.

Anyway, onetime I was dating a dude who was a bit fascinated by my sexual history. He wasn’t even particularly jealous or weird about it, he just want to hear my stories.

Onetime we were sitting on the couch and in some show we were watching someone mentioned using a butt plug on her boyfriend.

“Oh my god, can you imagine doing that?”

I didn’t even bother looking up from my phone. “What? A butt plug?”

“Yeah! What does that even do?”

I shrugged. “It makes you feel good.”

“You’ve done it?”

“Yeah.”

“Like you’ve had a butt plug in or you’ve put one in a guy.” Read more »

Some of the best sex of my life was with a dude who was not particularly big [FM]

*I told y’all I’d write a companion piece to my tale of shitty sex with a dude who was huge.*

I’ve actually written about this guy in the past, but I never really mentioned this aspect specifically.

So I’ve said this before but I’m not sure y’all believe me: I’m not usually the hottest girl in a room. I’m not stupid in that I know I’m pretty. I’m blonde, cute, and have a nice body, but I’m an 8 who can pretty easily pull a 10 thanks to my energy.

All that is to say, I’m going to go out on a limb and assume I’m the hottest person this dude has ever fucked.

I’m not really sure what me and this dude were. He wasn’t exactly my friend but I fucked him on and off for like a year. He wasn’t particularly attractive, ambitious, or compatible with me on an emotional level. He was nice and cute enough, but conventional wisdom probably would not have put the two of us together.

*God, I sound like such a bitch writing this. I’m trying to be honest because it feels integral to the story.* Read more »

The worst sex of my life was with a man who had a very large penis [FM]

Jesus, I get asked about size so much from men who follow my account. I get why this is an insecurity, but I’m going to tell y’all a tale to set a few things straight.

*I’m writing this in two parts because I also fucked a very average-sized dude who made me climax into oblivion.*

Does size matter? Not in the way you think. I’m not going to lie, the two best male partners I’ve been with were quite large (my husband included). However, I don’t think their dick size made them magically good in bed. They were just confident and… um… creative.

I would also like to point out, one of my favorite sexual partners did not have a dick at all as she was, in fact, a girl. If anyone understands how little size matters, it’s queer girls. We don’t have a penetration obsession.

There has never ONCE been a time that a dude dropped his pants that I was like, “Oh man, that sucks.” You know why? Because I’m about to get fucked. All penises look good when they’re attached to someone I’m attracted to who is about to get freaky with me. Read more »

When my emotionally stunted girlfriend tripped acid and got too honest about our sex life… in front of Fred [FF]

*This is interesting because it’s the first and only time I’ve ever sent a past partner a post before posting. Her one condition was that I included Fred because she felt he was necessary to the integrity of the story. I had originally written him out, but enjoy this cameo.*

My ex girlfriend was a fucking mess. She was hella hot and the first person I genuinely enjoyed fucking, but boy was she a mess. She was mad at me for about 80% of our relationship and that complicated our sex life a little.

Anyway, she was extremely closed off and very rarely vulnerable. Part of this was a defense mechanism because she hated that I wasn’t “out” and part of this is just M. I actually sincerely did not really feel like I knew her ever.

Until she tripped acid and got WAY too honest.

At the time, I was a weirdly good kid. I was around drugs always, but they just didn’t interest me. When M and her roommates tripped acid, I showed up to babysit because I cared about her and I was honestly pretty curious. Read more »

The magical early days of discovering great sex [FF]

It’s hard to explain a sexual awakening. I had enjoyed sex before, but when I met my ex girlfriend it’s like the world changed and I could suddenly see color. She was the first person I was with who I was genuinely attracted to, and it was like I magically understood what sex was supposed to be like. That’s really, really confusing when you’re attracted to multiple genders.

We got so kinky, so fast, and it all felt very instinctual, but I was coming to terms with my own hang ups.

M was one of my more volatile relationships. We would grow to resent the fuck out of each other, but there was a magical period when we first got together where everything was right.

I was a fucking addict though. I spent all my time fucking her, getting myself off while I thought of fucking her, or counting down the hours until I could fuck her again.

I wanted her so badly, constantly. It killed me.

*Weirdly enough, that’s actually the semester that the LSAT “clicked” for me. I’m very productive when I’m obsessed with sex.* Read more »

The irony of fucking in a closet [FF]

I’ve written about how I met my first girlfriend and how we hooked up for the first time on my living room floor. What I didn’t write about is how she left me after that and didn’t text me for four days. It fucking killed me.

*Uggg, I hate this story.*

I was struggling a lot after we fucked. For one thing I had to accept that I was not straight. Also, I was fucking obsessed with this girl. From the moment her tongue touched my clit, she took up permanent residence in my head.

I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, and I was so obsessed with her I missed that fact that my very religious roommate had clearly seen us at some point because she was preparing to kick me out. She was dropping not so subtle hints about immorality while I was in too deep into my crush to notice.

*It was in the 2000s. Things were weird.*

I didn’t fucking care about anything but her. I waited all week for our class together, and when she didn’t show up my heart sank. Read more »

Men lose their shit when I’m in a suit [FM]

Idk man, I’ve been unpacking this for years.

Part of this I suspect is simply the novelty of ME in a suit. I fit squarely into bisexual stereotypes in that I’m generally in ripped jeans and a band tee. Hoodies are my best friend and I want to be buried in sneakers. I’ll get dressed up if we’re going out, but I am not a casually cute human when it comes to clothing. I’m a bit grunge.

All that is to say, when I’m in work clothes, I’m simply more dressed up than my partners are accustomed to. That’s usually when I do my full hair and make up, put on heels… and wear a damn form/fitting suit.

My first adult internship was this summer job I got overseas. We were in a country where I generally had to wear very, very conservative clothes that covered my arms and were loose fitting. I met a dude who fucked me silly for those few months. The first time I came out in a pencil skirt and button down shirt, he lost his shit. Read more »