[MF] Strip club client licked my stink-finger clean and got kicked in the balls [F27]

I danced for 2 years and had a few good stories. I posted my other one about a guy sniffing my butthole for an hour. This is the only other insane strip club story I have:

It was a busy Friday night and there were tons of groups of guys. During a showcase one guy signaled over me and another Asian dancer and wanted to do a VIP dance with both of us.

The other dancer was a lesbian and had no interest in men, whereas I was realizing I was bi. During the dance we made out in front of the guy and played around a bit.

It was getting so hot that I slowly fingered the other dancer in front of the guy … and then I pulled my finger out and made the guy lick it clean, which he did without hesitation. We did this several more times before the last song was over.

[MF] He paid for an hour long VIP dance, and instead sniffed my [F27] butthole for an hour.

When I used to strip in LA (four years ago) I remember having a really odd client.

I came over to him, sat in his lap and flirted for a few minutes. He was by himself but otherwise seemed normal. It was a Tuesday or Wed afternoon, so it was sloowwww.

I coerced him into a couch dance but he one-upped my offer into an upstairs VIP dance. He tipped the bouncer and I ahead of time and then paid me ahead of time.

When I sat down and chatted with him for a few seconds he made it extraordinarily clear what he wanted:

“I don’t want a dance. I just want your ass in my face.”

So I did that. I let him grab my cheeks and I spanked them for him. He wasn’t overly interested. My instinct was to sway with the music a bit, but he stopped me. It wasn’t exactly what he wanted.

“Please don’t dance. Just lay down and let me sniff your asshole.”

Hooking up with a married Christian man for over a week now. We’ve had sex 4 times over past 5 days and last night I took his anal virginity [MF]

I’ve been seeing a beautiful man for over a week now. I know I gave it up too quick. But I feel a connection with him.

He has surprised me after my yoga classes with food. Taken me out shopping. Given me the attention I deserve. And I’ve reciprocated by making love to him over and over again and attending to the needs that his wife won’t.

Last night we did anal for the first time, and his first time ever. And I let him cum in my ass.

I’m not a huge fan of anal, but he really wanted to and I wanted to please him. We used a lot of lube. He was apprehensive, as was I. I clenched a few times and he said it hurt, but I calmed down after he fingered and licked my asshole.

That was last night. He texted me this morning and thanked me for anal. And wants to go down on me tonight. ???

Found Out Last Night I’m [F27] Dating a Married Christian Man, and it turns me on [MF]

We matched on Tinder, but he didn’t conceal his face like so many other married men do. So I assumed he wasn’t.

We met for coffee. And then the next time for tacos. And then this last time for more tacos. Not once did he mention his faith in God. Moreover, he never mentioned his wife or his kids. He wore no ring, not even a ring tan.

He finally told me he was married this time. And an active member of a church. And had a son and a daughter. And I’m a stupid skank, because not only do I not give a fuck, but the danger factor turns me on.

This may be controversial but one thing I found attractive was his lack of fear about COVID. It made him more sensual, more willing to take on a risk. Hell, he already is doing something exceptionally risky; why not? If you’re going to judge me, know that we were responsible and wore masks when necessary. It was our third date and we felt comfortable with it.

Gave it Up on our First Date … Ugh [MF]

I have BPD and this story is shortly after a manic month in 2018 when I was 25.

I was no longer a stripper. I had finished three months of therapy, diagnosed BPD, and begun yoga and meditation to quell negative and red thoughts.

I was waiting at a breakfast cafe that was a few blocks from multiple tech and professional offices. I was hit on ALL the time by engineers, accountants and lawyers. But one regular, a respectful and mild-mannered man in his 30’s, asked for my number in an understated and cute way. He seemed normal and not interested in Tinder and Bumble. I wanted that, something more mature.

We texted for a few days. I could tell how nervous he was through text but he was still cute. He was secure, though, and independent. He just didn’t want to fuck it up with me. He asked me out to dinner at a fancy Mexican spot and picked me up on time, tipped the valet, did everything right.

My [F27] Girlfriend [F44] did not appreciate how much I liked getting railed by my sperm donor [MF]

Some of you who follow me know that I’m bi. I am wavy in my sexuality, meaning one year I can be way more into women, and the next year be more into men. This year, I have been more into men. Last year, I was more into women but the junction was an incident that caused a breakup with my girlfriend of 4 months.

I dated a beautiful woman who was 17 years my senior. She had no children but had just gotten out of a divorce from her husband of 15 years. We had a two month long honeymoon phase, romantic and sensual and hallucinatory in its scope. We were so into eachother we began discussing (very prematurely) about having and raising a kid.

We discussed finding a man and having a threesome with him, and impregnating me. We picked a man she had known from her high school days, who had no issues with not raising the child. He was well educated, handsome, and in shape. A very solid choice.

Objectified and Ass Worshiped by a Group of Frat Bros [MF]

Background: I dated my ex from my junior of high school to my junior year of college. We were destined to be together according to our parents. We both were Chinese-American, both strict academics. He was studying to become a doctor, me a civil litigator. But it all came crashing down when I cheated on him in a pretty horrific way. ?I posted my non-glorifying cheating story on another thread and got some horrible, misogynistic hate messages, even taking into account that I enjoy being degraded as a stupid dirty skank. So I decided to delete it. If you have an question about my cheating story, feel free to read the story in my profile. I am 27 now, but this following tale took place when I was 22.

After my breakup from my boyfriend, as awful and insane as it was, I felt like a new person. While my grades slipped, I was running every day. Going to the campus gym frequently. Eating well, drinking less. I got a large tattoo on my right shoulder blade and a really painful one on the top of my foot. I felt a little more dangerous.?

My boyfriend was hiding under our bed while I [F27] cheated on him with a college athlete with a very large penis. We broke up shortly thereafter. [MF]

I was encouraged by many to write a few stories here so here it goes my first. This was 5 years ago, so I was 22.

I dated a guy for 4 1/2 years, starting the end of our junior year of high school. I still think he’s my soulmate. We dated throughout our first three years of college, which was easy because we went to separate colleges in the same city. And lived together. We both came from Chinese-American backgrounds, and it felt effortless. Except the sex. And it got worse the further we got into college, and the more schoolwork he carried on. He became very insecure of the guys that would leave me messages on FB and IG.

One of the guys on our college water polo team had seen me and chatted me up in the dining hall several times. I was never with my BF when he’d approach me. He slid into my DMs and we ended up flirting for about a month. He was gorgeous; tall, huge shoulders, swimmer’s body. He told me he had a large penis but I always changed the subject until he sent me a dick pic. And he wasn’t lying.