Author: slutandsundry

He had a fetish for dominating successful women [FM]

When I turn to look at him from the bar, I realize what I like about him.

There’s something liberating about being with him. I don’t have to make myself smaller, stupider, or less threatening the way I do with other men. He likes it when I work the room, when I have everyone’s attention.

We’re at a bar with his friends. I’m meeting them for the first time and I can tell most of them want to fuck me.

He’s giving me the run down of the group when he leans in a little and says, “you’ll like this story.”

I’m immediately intrigued.

“You see that girl,” he motions to a hot, brown chick on the dance floor dancing with some white guy.

“Her and I used to fuck around, and now she’s engaged to this guy and he has no idea.”

“And you guys are all in the same friend group?”

“Yes, everyone else knows except him.”

I love drama like this and he knows it. I also love hearing about what people are like in bed (one of the main reasons I post and read stories on this sub.) Read more »

I secretly wore a very slutty schoolgirl outfit to a bar [FM]

*Repost for the monthly contest. Happy Halloween!*

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“What do you think about school girl outfits?” I text him.

I look at white pleated skirt, plaid top, and white socks stacked on my bed. Almost like I’m getting ready for my first day of school tomorrow or something. Hmm. Maybe I took it too far with the socks.

“Conflicted haha. They’ve been made hot but in the end we’re fetishizing young girls..” he answers.

I roll my eyes and respond “Don’t think about it so much 😉”

The next day he texts me, “So what was this school girl outfit thing about…”

Knew it. I just send him a [picture](https://imgur.com/a/YMui7rq) of me wearing it.

“Fuck.”

And then: “I need to fuck you in that.”

We’re supposed to go out for drinks the coming Sunday. Our relationship is mainly sex, but we always go out for a meal or drinks beforehand. It’s kind of like forced foreplay, makes us slow down and sit with each other for a couple hours before tearing our clothes off. Read more »

A schoolgirl outfit made him come faster than I thought possible [FM]

“What do you think about school girl outfits?” I text him.

I look at white pleated skirt, plaid top, and white socks stacked on my bed. Almost like I’m getting ready for my first day of school tomorrow or something. Hmm. Maybe I took it too far with the socks.

“Conflicted haha. They’ve been made hot but in the end we’re fetishizing young girls..” he answers.

I roll my eyes and respond “Don’t think about it so much 😉”

The next day he texts me, “So what was this school girl outfit thing about…”

Knew it. I just send him a [picture](https://imgur.com/a/YMui7rq) of me wearing it.

“Fuck.”

And then: “I need to fuck you in that.”

We’re supposed to go out for drinks the coming Sunday. Our relationship is mainly sex, but we always go out for a meal or drinks beforehand. It’s kind of like forced foreplay, makes us slow down and sit with each other for a couple hours before tearing our clothes off.

I smooth the skirt over my hips. I turn in the mirror, the pleats swell around and over my ass. Who the fuck designed these to be so hot? My ass somehow looks bigger and my waist tinier at the same time. Read more »

The surprising consequences of being called a trophy girlfriend [FM]

*Repost ‘cos I thought this would be a good one for this month’s contest :)*

My boyfriend looks good when he picks me up. He’s wearing a tux and his beard is short, the way I like it. We’re going to this foreign service gala at the National Gallery of Art. He puts his hand is on the small of my back when we walk inside. I know he likes how we look together.

I never quite fit in at these things. I’m usually the youngest person in the room and I always feel like I have to prove that I’m not just a pretty face. I try to be gracious and funny, and hold back my actual personality.

I’m in middle of this exact kind of thing when I see my boyfriend at the bar talking to a redhead. She turns and I recognize her. They dated for five years before he broke up with her somewhere in the Middle East, or maybe North Africa.

*Fuck my life. She’s coming over here. I know this going to be some weird diplomatic territorial shit.*

She parts the group of people I’m talking to and fucking kisses me on the mouth. Read more »

How I realized I really like being dominated [FM]

I’m visiting my boyfriend for the weekend and we’re getting ready to see an exhibit on the Titanic. Super nerdy, but I’m really excited.

He tells me to search his email for the museum tickets. An old email from his ex comes up in the search, which I try to ignore, but the fucking title is “Please come make love to me.” I can’t help but look at him with my eyebrows raised. I like sensual sex, but I just can’t see him that way. The sex we have is… not that.

He spins the computer around and immediately knows what I saw.

We have never made love. We fuck. This man has fucked me every way, in every hole, on every surface, but he’s never made love to me.

So naturally, I’m pretty curious.

“Make love to me,” I say.

“Stop it. She was sweet.” He thinks I’m teasing him, but I’m serious.

“I’m sweet…” my voice is like syrup.

He just snorts and shuts his computer.

“Please.” I know this is lowkey turning him on. It’s honestly kind of turning me on too. Read more »

Rebound sex [FM]

I’m in that wallowing stage of a breakup. I can’t really bring myself to be excited about anyone new.

An old fwb is conveniently single now too. We go out for drinks on a rooftop bar. I can tell he’s trying hard not to look at my cleavage.

I give him a coy look and say, “It’s okay. You can look.”

He laughs and says, “I was trying really hard not to.”

“I could tell,” I laugh. We slip into a familiar place.

The last time we talked, he told me pretty arubtly that he had gone on a couple dates with someone and needed to stop sleeping with me to see where that went. The night comes to a point where I think he wants to clear the air about it.

“This might sound weird, but I don’t think having sex with you is good for me.”

I gave him a confused look.

“I just knew that having really good sex with you would get in the way of me really connecting with someone else.”

Part of me is a little flattered. “I respect that. And now?” Read more »

The final boss fuckboy [FM]

The first part of sex I fell in love with was the thrill. I always wanted people that were out of bounds. I sought out scenarios to match the wildness inside me that I couldn’t control.

One of these scenarios was my best friend’s brother. She was basically my first friend, our moms were in Lamaze together. We had that kind of friendship where you grow up in each other’s houses. We played a lot with two of her brothers, but her oldest brother was already in high school and *cool*.

He usually had a different girl with him, but they were always pretty and girly. They hung off of him arm, needing him. I watched them and felt so different that maybe something was wrong with me. It made me feel insecure, but in some sick way, I liked it. He was a fuckboy before we even had that word for it.

As we got older, he was around their house less and less. I don’t remember that much about him other than the feeling I got when I heard his motorcycle pull into their house. A mixture of excitement and embarrassment. Of both wanting to be seen, but also to disappear. That last part wasn’t hard, I was basically invisible to him. Read more »

The final boss fuck boy [FM]

I used to have a problem fucking people I shouldn’t have been fucking. I didn’t realize it at the time, but the first thing I fell in love with was the thrill. I gave my virginity to someone I shouldn’t have, and I think it set me down this path of wanting people that were out of bounds.

One of those people was my best friend’s brother. She was basically my first friend, our moms were in Lamaze together. We had that kind of friendship where you grow up in each other’s houses. We played a lot with two of her brothers, but her oldest brother was already in high school and *cool*.

He came home with so many girls, always pretty and feminine, always grabbing onto his arm. I watched them and felt so different that maybe something was wrong with me. He made me feel insecure, but in some sick way, I liked it. He was a fuckboy before we even had that word for it. Read more »

He fucked me in the ass without realizing it was my first time [FM]

*This is not necessarily how I would recommend going about trying anal, but it’s the story of my first time.*

We had a pretty instant sexual connection the first time we hooked up. He put his hand up my dress in the Uber and then bent me over his kitchen island, fucking me hard while I grabbed the edge of the counter. My face and tits cold against the marble, pussy and ass hot from his fucking and slapping.

He had this beautiful apartment overlooking a nice part of the city. Meanwhile, I was working three jobs and living in the kind of apartment where the kitchen is so tiny you can’t open the dishwasher and stove at the same time.

He texts me to come over a couple days after I stayed over for the first time.

I’m on my period, but he’s a good cuddler and the thought of just hanging out on his couch watching a movie sounds really nice. Who knows, maybe I’ll give him a blowjob in the morning.

*I did not end up giving him a blowjob…* Read more »

We hooked up without saying two words to each other [FM]

I plop down in an empty seat on the train. I’m in the middle of my study abroad in Europe and I’m leaving Germany to meet my best friend in Prague. The inside of this train looks like it’s been this way since the 70’s, but in a really good way. Nothing on this train is automated. People are hanging out in the hallways smoking out of the windows that still actually open.

I’m tired, I was out partying until the morning and this seat is comfy. I use my backpack as a pillow so I can pass out as other people board the train.

When I open my eyes, the first thing I notice is the scenery out the window across from me. The curtains are open and between them I see the most magical, lush valley town. Fairy tale shit. The sunlight is shining on the river so beautifully, for second I forget where I am and wonder if maybe I just died at the party last night.

The second thing I notice is the drool on my hand. Cuuuute.

The *third* thing I notice is an incredibly hot man trying to not laugh at my drooling. Read more »