Flashback to 3 years ago I’ve just finished up my second sophomore semester and am on our college’s campus in June. That year a large contingent (around 75%) of the sophomore class independently have decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather and enroll in classes for the summer. We are the only ones there and it feels like camp except only it’s college version.
Author: HorniestIndividual
Eliza [F], [M]y big ass vibrator, and some mind blowing orgasms
A few months ago I (I’m 24) had just gotten out of a relationship with my partner of 2 years. She was very kinky (loved bondage, BDSM, impact play, Sub/Dom play, as well as some other stuff) and I learned a lot. I also accumulated quite the collection of toys. Things got really toxic at the end and the year we had spent in our apartment was more or less tainted.
The first week after my ex moved out I knew I couldn’t be left alone in that place. I went on a dating app and found a beautiful 22 year old named Eliza. She looked like a young Alexandra Daddario with red hair. Even over text I could tell she was meek, reserved, but undeniably sexy. I got the sense she was submissive through and through.
We went for drinks and hit things off. She wore her hair back in a bun and had this tight fitting white dress that cut off at mid thigh. If she had worn glasses she would have looked like a Brazzers’ secretary straight out of central casting. She was nervous so I ended up taking the lead in the conversation, which I didn’t mind and she definitely preferred. Her eyes study me and look me over, she’s wondering what I’m going to do her tonight. I don’t give anything away.
How I [24M] fucked the unbelievably hot christian horse-girl [F] from down the hall…
Flashback 5 years ago to freshman year of college on move in day.
My 18 year old 6’7” gangly self feels pretty out of place moving in to this decrepit building surrounded by kids half my size.
Mom, dad, and my two younger siblings help me move into an asbestos filled single; it’s one of the happier days of my life in spite of the living arrangements. It’s an uncharacteristically hot day in late August with first year students and families shuffling into dorm buildings — arms laden with televisions, duvets, and sundry items. The whole atmosphere is happy and energetic. Dads casually nodding proud smiles to other dads. Moms making giddy small talk with other equally jubilant moms. And younger siblings not so secretly resenting the fact that they got dragged there in the first place.
But undercutting the innocent buzz of the day’s excitement, is a simmering layer of profound horniness. Sidelong glances toward perspective hookups betray the knowledge that all of us first years share, that is:
In a few short hours our parents will be gone and for the first time in our young lives, we will be free to fuck whoever we want whenever we want.