Author: BurnerIncognito

Disclaimer: this (as well as other stories I am writing/have written) happened a long time ago, but I thought this sub would enjoy nonetheless. Fake names, of course. This also happened while the ex and I were together, but “ex” is shorter than “my gf at the time.” Skip to the dashes for the fun stuff.

During the two years my ex Sarah and I dated, we had our fair share of ups and downs, made more dramatic by the fact that we were young, dumb, and probably both in need of lots of therapy. I was a 20yo 6’2″ “strong fat” baby-face of a guy with a solidly 6″ dick and lots of awkwardness/confidence issues, while she was a 19yo shy, 5’5″ chubby brunette with an adorable face, big green eyes, giant tits, a big ass, and a love of being dominated. RE: that last one, we had an inexperienced-and-weird-but-solid dom/sub dynamic in our sex life, and when it was good, it was GOOD. Read more »

Disclaimer: this (as well as other stories I am writing/have written) happened a long time ago, but I thought this sub would enjoy nonetheless. Fake names, of course.

Sarah and I dated for about two years, and we were stupid kids, me being 21 and her 20 at the end of it – clearly not going to last (though I do have plenty of stories about her, stay tuned). Towards the end, her best friend Grace moved into our spare bedroom with her boyfriend. Within a month and a half Sarah and Grace had a pretty nasty falling out, Grace and her bf broke up and moved out, and Sarah and I split a month after that. The aftermath of my breakup was bad, though to be fair, much of that was me refusing to let go. About two weeks after the breakup, I was living in our formerly-shared apartment, wallowing in my anger on a night off from my miserable food service job, when I got a text from Grace – weird, since she and I had never really talked outside of our mutual connection to Sarah. She said she was living nearby but moving out of state in a couple days and she needed a ride to get some moving supplies – she said she’d “get me back” for it. I decided “eh, why not.” Read more »