College Stories: He fucked me on the couch while his friend watched [FMM] [rough sex] [voyeurism]

This happened about six years ago when I was in grad school. It was homecoming weekend and I had a lot to celebrate as my boyfriend had just recently proposed to me. I’ve taken some liberty with the dialogue because of course I don’t remember the EXACT words used by the hunk of man meat railing me six years ago, but the gist is the same.

My roommate and I had a few of people over for a homecoming party. I also invited the girl who was my roommate in undergrad, she was recently single. At the time I was what I call ‘a slut in recovery’, honestly, I had every intention to remain faithful to my new fiance but that’s a lot easier said then done. My fiance wasn’t able to make it down for the weekend so I was partying solo. All of the guys at the party sort of gravitated towards my former roommate as all of the other girls present were in relationships. This was a problem because a) I’m a competitive bitch and b) I was drinking copiously. The more I drank, the flirtier I became and the more attention I started to get from the guys. Of course, none of them made a move in front of others people because everyone knew I was engaged, but throughout the night I would slip out for a cigarette and let one of them feel me up or makeout with one of them in a dark corner.

College Stories: [FM] My night with Dexter, the mechanic whose real name I never learned. [semi-public] [rough sex] [choking]

I have decided to start telling some of the tales from my time in college, in this case, grad school. Looking back, I’ve had quite the sexually adventurous life. This seemed like a good one to start with.

I was in grad school and dealing with a pretty intense break up. My friends and I went to one of the townie bars one town over, as Graduate Assistants we went out of our way to avoid our students. At the time I was at my skinniest, probably 120 pounds, C cups, and bright red hair that I had cut into a pixie cut and wore as a faux-hawk (in other words, break up hair). That night I wore a black and white striped mini skirt, a Ramones t-shirt, and black high heeled boots.

Something about my punk-esque look really appealed to the bar patrons. Even though I wasn’t particularly dressed up, I don’t think I have ever felt sexier. I had a number of guys buying me drinks and trying to take me home. However, one in particular drew my attention. The t.v. show Dexter was really popular at the time and he sort of looked like the lead actor, Michael C. Hall, so I nicknamed him Dexter and he never corrected me.