Author: dashriprock22

To be clear: I never [F]ucked [M]y stalker

In my early 20s I was a theater actor in my local city. I was in a play with an all male cast so as a straight guy there was no chance for a show-mance there. However, the prop girl was interesting: she had a smoking hot body, super athletic and big boobs. However, she did not have a pretty face and had very outdated 80s hair, but she was definitely intriguing. Let’s call her “Eileen.” She kinda looked like Adam Sandler’s fiancé [Linda](https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120888/mediaviewer/rm2023817472?ft0=name&fv0=nm0004911&ft1=image_type&fv1=still_frame) in The Wedding Singer.

However, I quickly got the sense Eileen was CRAZY. She used to hit on me relentlessly, as well as my friend Jason who was also in the show. It’s one thing to be aggressive, which is wonderful, but she struck me as obsessive. She used to come up behind me and whisper “I would love to give you a full body massage” during rehearsals and stuff like that while I’m trying to focus. It was awkward. And I knew that if I hooked up with her I’d be in deep with a stalker. SPOILER: like the title says, I did not have sex with my stalker. Read more »

An Audio Per[f]or[m]ance for our Neighbors

I have always been equal parts exhibitionist and voyeur. As much as I am turned on by the possibility of others seeing and hearing me, I am almost just as excited to hear and see others.

My wife does not share as much passion for this kink. Sure, she gets off a bit on the thrill of sex in unconventional places, but the fear of getting caught keeps her from enjoying the opportunity or seeking it out.

However, there is one element out of her control: she is VERY loud in bed. Any stimulation and she responds vocally, from whimpers to sighs to moans to yells. You could say she’s a screamer, especially in the privacy of our room where she can be fully uninhibited.

For two years we lived in an apartment building in a warm climate city. During the milder months we (and everyone else) kept windows open all the time. Our building, which was four stories, was only about 10 feet away from the four story building next door, so there is a frequent cacaphony of sounds during the long summers: phones ringing, muffled conversations, dishes clinking, TVs… Read more »

My [GROUP] Experience

It was shortly after college. I had returned to my hometown, working a few jobs in hopes of saving enough money to move to the city.

Two friends and I lived in a two-floor townhouse and would routinely throw parties. Since I was the only one of the three who smoked pot, my room became the designated pot room. One night we had a small gathering and near the end of the evening I was in my room with three female friends from college: Marnie was a year older than me, Jess was my year, and Ellen was a year younger. They were all close friends.

After smoking some pot the conversation turned to tattoos. I did not have any, but Marnie and Ellen both did. Marnie had an intricate flower on her shoulder, and Ellen sheepishly told us that she had a pair of lips on her inner thigh. I asked if I could see her tattoo, and she smiled and hiked up her skirt. The lips were very cute, and about two inches from her pussy. I don’t know what came over me (these women were all platonic friends throughout high school) but I asked if I could kiss those lips. She giggled and said yes. I kissed them, she moaned, and I kept at it, quickly moving my mouth up her thigh to her crotch, gently kissing her over her underwear. Read more »