Wanted to write about another story from my past. I thought about this story, because I actually ran into this girl the other day for the first time in about two years. We were both just barely 18 at the time. I used to work at this retail-clothing store in high school. I won’t say the name of it, because I don’t want to give too much person info away. It’s a common store in any mall in the U.S. though. I worked there for about a year. I liked working there for the most part. Everyone knows there are things about retail that suck, but I liked that I got to flirt with girls that came into the store. There were some attractive girls that worked there too, but I really didn’t try too hard to hookup with any of them, because I didn’t want to cause drama and make shit weird at work.
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The mystery of my first time
I've never been very good with girls, and it didn't help that I was an annoying, ugly little chubster in high school.
In college I started running and eating right, being forced to talk to girls, and I got better looking. I learned to pretend I was confident. I was still a nervous wreck deep down, but if joining a fraternity did anything to better me as a person, it taught me to be more confident and outgoing.
Either way, until the start of my fourth year, I hadn't had sex. I had only slept (literally slept, and cuddled) with a couple girls, kissed a few more at parties, and gotten a couple handies. I hadn't done much more, and my excuse to myself was that I was waiting for the right person. A serious girlfriend or something like that. But I was still just as horny as ever.
Toward the start of my fourth year, my house threw a party. Many beers, pulls of admiral nelson, and shots of who knows what transformed me from a quiet guy to a party animal, dancing on a table with 3 other guys, each of us accompanied by a random grinding or twerking girl.
The sexiest night of my life
So this just happened last night and I'm still more turned on than I ever have been in my life. I've thought about posting here before, but my exploits have always been purely sexual, and never emotional (which is what truly makes an experience memorable).
I went to a co workers to help with damage control for Jen, who was very emotionally distraught over some shit. Lacy, my co worker, has an amazing body and I have been eyeing her for months as she pranced around with her medium-sized, tight ass. This particular night, she's wearing yoga pants with a shirt that stops above her ass, so her beautiful ass is bouncing around the entire night. As the night goes on and we descend into babysitters for jen in her drunkenness, we develop a deeper and deeper emotional connection, talking about life while looking at the stars. Somethings definitely in the air.
Angry Sex with someone I Hate (M19/F19)
In college I somehow ended up in a clique. There were 6 of use; 3 guys and 3 girls. There was this girl Em in the group, and she was kind of a bitch. Everyone acknowledged it at some point but the group got together because we all had some interconnected friendships prior to college and she was kind of close to one of the guys in the group from before and in the orientation group with one of the other girls.
She and I kind of had clash of personalities, so to speak. We would get into arguments and small fights sometimes, but mostly we managed to be civil to one another for everyone else's sake. The group was quite aware of this dynamic. Em and I wouldn't hang out just the two of us.
Anyway, the six of us managed to get into a project group for one of the classes we were taking together and we were over at Em's doing the work.
We were doing the work on Em's desktop and some of us had our laptops. I'm kinda the go-to-IT-person for people who know me and I have this pet peeve for computers that are slow, especially because of poor maintenance. So I offered to sort this out for Em. (We weren't the best of friends but we did try to get along.)
Becoming a bit of a slut. [f]
Alright so my first post was about being paid for sex from some guy I met on craigslist, but he wasn't the first guy I'd met, just the first that had paid. Oh, and I did end up seeing him again today. I "only" lasted 7 hours and so he didn't pay me the full amount ($700 instead of 1k – a little miffed since last time it was about the same, and originally he said it would only be 5 hours! But hey, still generous). My clit was way too sensitive and I couldn't bear the direct licks he was giving me, so we had to cut the session short. It was more of the same – making out intensely, being eaten out, fucking, cocaine (for him, not me). We did do a few new things: he pulled my hair hard which I surprisingly enjoyed, he got me to sit on his face which would have been nice but at that point I was too sore, and he tried to fingerbang me to orgasm since I told him I have never come from penetration. All in all a good day, but I'm pretty sure I have a cooch contusion and will probably have bruises on my butt again from all his biting. He's asked me to think of something else new that I'd like to try next time. I'm at a bit of a loss, since he's about as kinky as I've ever gotten. I guess I have some time to think about it while I recover!
The shy, quiet Uni girl, Part 2 [M/F]
A few wanted a second part, so here we go.
About a week after we first had sex, I decided I wanted to take her on a trip away somewhere, not like out of the state but just away from Uni and all that shit, because she stresses so much about it because she's scared her family will disown her if she doesn't do well.
So, I find a nice log cabin type deal out on a lake about 150 miles away, perfect. I book it and everything but don't tell her we're going. A day later I knock on her door, and tell her to pack enough clothes for a week, and maybe something for a fancy type of occasion.
"But, what about the work and, our, our professor said we nee-"
I cut her off by basically saying I want her to chill out for a little bit and if she did it'd make me really happy to not see her so stressed. She finally gives in and agrees.
My first time and it was amazing (M/M)
Throughout high school I was very anti-gay and was a total asshole to everyone whom I considered gay. My senior year, I came to my senses and realized that they're people too. Well, my senior year I became friends with a boy who is openly gay. We chatted at school and lunch. Things extended to texting after school and hanging out. He never made a move on me or anything but I developed a small crush for him. At the time, I just thought he was a good friend. Well after graduation, we started flirting which moved to sexting. He sent me picture of his cock, which is very beautiful, and some pictures of himself posing. I sent a few back. After a couple of weeks, he asked if I wanted to fool around. I said sure.
We were at his house, sitting on the couch. He rubbed my leg and gave me a smile. My heart skipped a beat. He started rubbing my leg. As he did this, my body was sending me chills and getting me hard. He rubbed my cock through the outside of my shorts and half way through I got spooked and told him to stop. A few weeks later, I moved 500 miles south. Didn't talk for a year.
The shy, quiet Uni girl. [M/F]
After Writing Edit: Sorry you guys this is really long. I got carried away with the little details but hopefully you should still enjoy!
Bit of background first: I'm a guy, about 6'1, pretty lean with brown hair and a pretty average dick. I am currently at university studying history. Awfully boring but the night-life is good and it ultimately means I don't have to make a serious decision in my life for a few more years.
I have the odd friend, not too many, I'd probably say my roommate is my best one, but we're like polar opposites, so it's quite weird that it works. Anyway, another person studying History is this girl. I feel quite ashamed that I never noticed her before, but that's how well she blends in.
For the first month of Uni, I didn't know her name, because I didn't dare go and ask her, and because nobody else did, I don't think she had a single friend.
Eventually I see some kind of name list on the professors desk and snoop through it. I know pretty much everyone's name for our lectures, and there's one that stands out. Yaara. It had to be her. I look it up on facebook and sure enough, there she is. One mutual friend. And I had asked the guy if he knew her, he said no.
My wife’s niece
I am posting this cause I did something bad and wanted to tell. My wife's niece recently contacted us. She moved close to is last year and wanted to touch base. Last time I saw her she was 11 years old. After that she moved around 6 hours away. My wife cut ties because her mom and dad never made them contact us unless it was time for us to give gifts. Like their birthday and Christmas. When she started college she moved here because she wanted a new start but familiar surroundings. She contacted us in November and we invited her to thanksgiving. Since then she's been good about calling us to say hi and dropping in. My wife works long hours and when her niece calls or swings by it's usually when my wife's at work. Last weekend she came over and I was smoking a joint. I offered her some because she was over 18. After about half an hour of smoking out she starts to kiss me. I let her. My wife is 3/4 Hispanic, 1/4 black. Her niece is 3/4 blAck, 1/4 Hispanic . Looks like Bambi bliss …boobs and all. (See link at end) Pot and horny doesn't mix. I ended up screwing her. She texted me this morning asking when we can smoke more. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=1549027763
[F/F] A female security officer in my office building has become my Domme
We had always kind of flirted a little bit, but I assumed it was just her being playful, I just didn't really get the vibe that she was actually interested in me.
For a little backstory, I'm 27, and started my job here about eight months ago. I work in a build shop, we fabricate set pieces and props for theater productions and sometimes independent films and such. After hours, this whole complex is patrolled by a security firm, we have tons of expensive equipment and tools here, as well as expensive set pieces in various stages of being built.
A project we were working on a few months ago required a lot of extra hours on my part to finish on deadline, and so I would come in halfway into my scheduled shift and then work about a shift and a half, that way I could sleep in and still pull a full shift with the shop to myself so I could focus at the end of the day.