collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
I’ve gotten some pretty good reception here, so I will keep these stories going. Per usual, head to the line-break if you dislike the buildup.
If any ladies are in the CA area, let me know and we can make our own story. It’s been a fantasy of mine to meet a girl on reddit and write a story here.
This story goes back to high-school and is inclusive of an empty house sans parents, some drinking, truth-or-dare, and our young hormone-driven bodies perpetuating our bad decisions.
Skip to the line-break if your not prone to enjoying the long “build-up”.
This story is a bit different than my last post about a long, drawn out unaddressed, mutual attraction with a college friend resulting in some of the most passionate sex I’ve ever had well after college. This story is very different and is about crossing off a lustful fantasy from the bucket list. A story about raw and carnal fucking where both parties use one another’s bodies to get off, unwavering in their concern of the other’s pleasure.
Longtime Lurker, first time posting. I have plenty more stories, so if this is well received, I’ll be happy to share. Apologies for the long-winded buildup. Fast forward to the line break if you don’t care about the backstory.
This story starts about 9 years ago. I had just got accepted to a university as a Junior transfer student, and I knew absolutely nobody given that I’d moved from one coast, to the other. My girlfriend at the time had also gotten accepted elsewhere, and we decided to try and make things work, 3,000 miles apart. My first week went generally as expected in terms of moving, meeting the roommate, and exploring the campus. At this particular school, there didn’t seem to be much talent, and the student body was not large in the least; it was a smaller school, and everyone at least knew of everyone. It made worrying about being a good boyfriend that much easier. One day I’m walking back to my dorm, and a girl catches my eye. She’s average height, petite, busty, had a fantastic ass. The ass of a girl who has seen some competitive sports. Her hair was long, curly, and black – my achilles heel. Her skin was porcelain, and her lips a vibrant red. Her face was lighlty laced with freckles and she had the cutest, most innocent hazel eyes that popped against the jet black hair and fair skin. She was like an all natural pinup girl you see tattooed on a biker’s arm, except she was very, very real. She checked every requisite in terms of what I consider “hot” and well, fuckable. I missed an opportunity to chat her up, but I knew she lived in my dorm so there’d be other opportunities.