collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
*Another one of my cheating stories from the past. This one was the last time I cheated, not just on this particular ex, but ever. If you have not read my previous stories, the important thing to know is I was in a bad relationship with someone who was controlling, manipulative, degrading, and abusive (mainly mentally and emotionally, but some physical aspects showed through here and there -pushing, throwing things, slammed me into a wall and raised a fist up but didn’t it).*
**Backstory:**
*This is the story of how* *I had the best sex of my life. This night stands out as a very defining moment in my life overall, not just my sex life. It involves cheating on my abusive ex. Unfortunately those of you who read my stories may be disappointed – this isn’t kinky fun, it’s pretty vanilla for me, but vanilla is a complex flavor, so give it a chance. This happened many years ago, exactly this time of year – shortly before my 20th birthday. This might be more of a confession than a “gone wild” story.. sorry, next one will be better, I promise I have more..*
**Background on my relationship:**
*If you have not read my previous stories.. you should know, my stories are VERY LONG. If you have read them.. you know this one won’t be any different. This takes place a month before my college graduation, and it is the story of the last time I hooked up with someone else who isn’t my current fiancé. Six weeks later, we officially began dating (and yes, we had hooked up before this and do afterwards but before dating) .*
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*Once again a PM conversation I had inspired me to write a story I never thought I’d write on here, because it doesn’t involve full-blown sex. I realize this is my 3rd cheating story.. SORRY EVERYONE. Also , I’m sorry this is so long again.. I can’t help it.*
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*This one isn’t one of my favorite sexual experiences or anything. It’s just something that happened out of nowhere and ended up being pretty fun with a good surrounding story (at least in my opinion). This isn’t actually something I thought about posting, but somehow conversations with people on here inspire me to post certain memories I never thought would be that interesting.*
C**haracters in this story:**
**Me:** 5’4 brunette of Italian descent. Slim body, nice ass, 32B boobs. 21 at the time of this story (college junior) and wearing a long-sleeved, scoop-neck red formfitting mini dress with a black belt around the waist.
**Grace:** One of my good friends to this day (also 21and a junior in this story), Irish-looking but with her hair dyed dark brown (naturally lighter reddish brown). Wears black all the time, combat boots, and fishnets. Also wears a leather moro-style jacket often, which I have one similar to. Into smoking pot, doing cocaine, and bumming smokes off f whoever when she’s drunk.
**Anthony:** Very attractive pot-head a year ahead of me in college (a 22 year old senior in this story). Always had a good supply of drugs and willing to share with girls. Hot, but literally no real chemistry with him.
**This isn’t something I ever planned on posting here because it doesn’t involve actual sex. However, a recent conversation inspired me to. Like I said.. no actual sex, but I did something fun in public :)**
**Backstory (long):**
I was 22 when I started my job, and my coworker, Kyle, was 30 (and had been there since age 22). I didn’t know this at the time, but he had been with his girlfriend (now wife) 10 years. I had just started dating my boyfriend (now fiancé), and had only graduated college 2 weeks before. Kyle and I had immediate chemistry – the kind that hits you instantly like a ton of bricks. I was in a relationship with someone who I saw (and still see) a real future with, so after the initial “wow moment”, I didn’t think much of it. We started out professional enough, and moved to casually flirty, but that’s just my personality. However, my relationship started to strain after a few weeks into the job. Our schedules conflicted, and I was always in a bad mood because my former boss is a terrible person with an HR file the size of a phone book. She may be certifiably insane, but I won’t get into details here because that’s no fun. We ended up on a break for a couple months. Meanwhile, Kyle became my only friend at the office because literally no one had an interest in being my friend except him. (side note: I have lots of work friends now, but he is still my best work friend). I told him about my relationship issues. Our flirting slowly started to get more serious.
**This will be long.. if you just want the sex story, go to the “sex section” below :)**
**Side note: Like my previous story (and a bunch of the ones I will post in the future), no condoms were used. I was young, dumb, and on birth control. I am allergic to latex too.. so unless I am expecting to be getting laid, I won’t be bringing a condom along with me everywhere. No one else carries latex free ones with them. I made it out of my wild phase clean, so that’s all that matters :)**
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**Note: Names are changed. This did actually happen, and it may not be as crazy as some of the shit on here, but it was a very memorable experience for me. Also, the plot surrounding the whole encounter adds for extra entertainment. If you want to skip it and get right to the good part, go to the third section. SORRY FOR THIS BEING SO LONG !**
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