An old fling [MF]

I’ve taken a hiatus from posting stories and I miss it – have to find time to write some new material! In the meantime, again, this is a story I posted somewhere else before following this sub, so I want to add it here too.

So I figured I’d switch gears today and tell an older story. 5 or so years ago I (24 F) met a guy I had instant chemistry with. He ended up being an asshole, but we spent a couple hot and heavy nights together that I still remember fondly. It was just one of those things where the chemistry was so good we were immediately and constantly horny around each other – that crazy infatuation you don’t come by too often.

Let a guy fuck me in a stairwell [MF]

Wrote this awhile ago before I followed this sub and figured I’d post it here.

TLDR: fucked a college hookup in a hotel stairwell and gave him my panties after

Back in college, there was a tradition where the students from my school would go to a beach/party town in FL between end of classes and graduation. I got a hotel room with my friend group and my bf I was on and off with. I planned on breaking up with him soon, but didn’t want to ruin the end of the year (he was a senior and I wasn’t anyway). Problem was, there was a guy I had been hooking up with for pretty much the whole second semester (sometimes when my bf and I were broken up, sometimes not) who had been trying to get with me from time to time since freshman year when we made out at a party. When we got to our hotel room, I went out on the balcony and looked down to see someone doing the same a floor below me. I knew immediately who it was, and made a little clicking sound to get him to look up. He immediately got this naughty up-to-no-good look on his face and I knew it was on.

[F] Fantasies of taking back control

Possible trigger warning here for people with trauma!

This post isn’t about assault, it’s about a fantasy I have, but it needs this little backstory.

When I was 15, my bf at the time (also 15) wanted to have sex and I didn’t. I told him we could try as long as he stopped if it was hurting me. It hurt immediately – I was very small (around 100 lbs) and a virgin, plus there was very little foreplay and he was NOT gentle. I begged him to stop, but he kind of pinned my limbs down and wouldn’t stop. I didn’t want to scream bc my parents were downstairs and I didn’t want them to catch us doing something we clearly shouldn’t have been. For years I considered this experience to be completely my fault, and sex became something I was afraid of, both bc of the pain and the feeling of being overpowered/helpless.