[FFM] [long] Getting high and having fun

Three things to set up the context of this story: first, I’ve got a naturally high libido; second, getting high makes me horny; and third, I crave rough, submissive sex when I’m high.

About month ago I was totally swamped with tests and assignments to the point where I wasn’t going out and was only meeting with friends to study. Normally I’m a really social person, but I was honestly so stressed. My libido shot down that week, or rather was buried under my stress, and I didn’t make myself cum or sleep with anyone for almost two weeks. After I’d finished all my work, my friends and I went out to a fun bar for a girl’s night out.

Drinking and dancing felt amazing after being stressed for so long, and as I started dancing I felt myself getting turned on. It was a Latin burlesque bar with an actual stripper on the counter (lol) and the dancing was just so sexy and sensual that I could feel my nipples beading and my pussy getting wet.

How I ended up naked in class. [F] [exhibition] [public]

Reposting this since I deleted my old account.

This story is about how my worst nightmare came true, with surprising results: I ended up naked in class.

Earlier this year I took a cross cultural communication class. We learned about different cultures. We watched movies. Went on field trips. Those of us from different cultures talked about how our culture back home is different. We also had presentations from different cultures. Sometimes they involved the students. One day the professor asked for a volunteer. He said that at the next class an acupuncturist will come and they need a volunteer. I wanted to do it, but the professor selected someone else.

The day of the presentation, the acupuncturist apologized and said that normally, when he performs it, the patient is naked. The guy who volunteered wore boxers. I wondered if he was embarrassed. A part of me wondered what would have happened if I, or another girl, were picked.

Summer Fun with [M]y Best [F]riend Part 2

If you’re not up to speed, you can read Part One [HERE](https://redd.it/632ocb)

A few days passed and Clara and I tried to keep things simple. We didn’t really talk about what happened that night and it seemed that we were both contented that way. She still hadn’t found a place to stay and she apologized profusely, but my parents really didn’t care. They insisted that she could stay as long as she needed to. They were just waiting for her to believe that.

I awoke early to go for a run on Tuesday morning, wearing my gym shorts, black sneakers and nothing else. I didn’t have work that night and I planned to make the most of the day off, which always started with going for a run. It was only about three miles, but it was enough to get the blood pumping! I listened to whatever my amp up music was at that time (maybe Circa Survive?) and tried to get my mind off of things. I had thought I was okay with everything, that I was going to be fine moving on, but I would still get flashes of desire for her and I still spent a majority of my time fantasizing about Clara, recalling our encounter and basking in the sexuality of the thing.

Cemetery Gates. [F][mast]

What am I doing here? The picnic blanket is scratchy, but it’s all I have for warmth. The graveyard where I find myself is cold at night, but I was told to come here with no clothes on, and I did.

It’s the old kind of graveyard, with concrete slabs over each grave. At first I had the picnic blanket in between me and the cold concrete, but since the blanket is now around my shoulders, my ass is on the concrete. There’s a pebble nudging my vulva.

The grave I am sitting on belongs to a man who died in 1919. I picture him, stern and Victorian – a frown in a bowler hat, scandalised my my current state. His disapproval only heightens my excitement – the excitement that allows me to endure this discomfort.

And I keep hearing voices from the nearby road…

Goths are weird. He asked me to meet him like this, and I was too intrigued to turn him down, but of course it hit me how utterly bizarre and dangerous this is. But I flirted with him. I broke the ice and made the first move. Who am I to say no to him. He is older than me. Jet black hair and a goatie, and a beautifully sculpted face. He reminded me of the devil, or Jonny Depp.

Maybe this is how we’d meet (M4F)

You’re at your favorite restaurant one night, enjoying some quality time with your best female friends. You’re wearing a stunning black dress that really accentuates your curves, and shows off enough of your fit body to grab every mans attention within a mile radius. I’m sitting at the bar enjoying some drinks after a long week, contemplating how dull my life has become with all work and no play. It doesn’t take me very long to notice you, sitting there laughing, showing off that gorgeous smile that deserves to be in every dental advertisement across the country. I can’t help but stare, and it isn’t until I notice your piercing eyes staring back at me that I realize my jaw is making it’s way to the floor. My face turns the darkest shade of red and I quickly look away, hoping that by some miracle you didn’t notice me acting like I had just seen a woman for the first time. After about ten minutes of me slowly dying from embarrassment I notice you’re ordering a drink at the other end of the bar. I gather all the courage my weakened heart can muster and I walk over to you. As I’m getting closer I notice just how amazing you look in your dress. An ass that could make a grown man cry, curves like some of the twisting roads I dream of riding my motorcycle on, and legs that will forever be etched into my memory. By the time I get over to you I’m speechless, just a bumbling mess. I wouldn’t be surprised if I was actually drooling, but I can’t be sure since all I can concentrate on is you. You and your beautiful face, and sexy body to match. I never believed love at first sight until this moment, but now I knew that it existed. In this crowded restaurant all I could see was you. I wanted you, I needed you, I lusted for you with every barbaric fiber in my body. Luckily for me you read me like a book, didn’t even say a word, just motioned for me to follow you into the ladies room. Once in the ladies room we lock the door so we know we’ll be alone and able to enjoy this heated moment. Still without saying a word to each other you rip my buttoned shirt open, and I grab you by the waist and pull you in for a passionate kiss. I push you against the wall, running my hands up and down, admiring your body even more. I slip a finger under your dress, and feel you starting to get wet. After rubbing your clit for a few seconds I get on my knees and tell you to sit on my shoulders, your back still pressed against the wall. Now your soaking pussy is right in front of my face, just begging for some special attention. I start real slow, teasing you until you’re basically dry humping my face. Finally I go all out, eating your delicious pussy, tasting your flowing juices. I do this until you climb off of me, bending over slightly with your hands on the wall and your ass up in the air demanding that I put my rock hard cock inside. So, being a gentleman, I oblige slowly shove all of me inside of you, watching your lips stretch around my dick. I start off slowly, enjoying every sexy moan you do while I fuck you. Then I start to speed up, doing deeper and deeper with every thrust, feeling every inch of your amazing vagina. I’m pulling your hair with one hand while using my other hand to pull your ass into me with every thrust. I do this until you cum all over my fully erect cock, and I keep going until you have no more cum to give. Then, still without having said a single word to each other, we put our clothes back on, share one last sinful kiss, you return to your friends, and I to the bar.

Haley’s Game. [Fdom]

I still get letters from him. Who writes letters nowdays? I guess he feels our previous intimacy warrants it. I know them as soon as they come. The awkward handwriting, the cheap stationery that’s made to look expensive. But they’re charming. I love receiving them. He is, after all the boy I used to make myself a woman.

My father disapproved of sport, and as a result, I was a solemn girl. To compete was to make something of myself, to prove myself to a disapproving world and parent. When I won, and I won often, I was good enough. I always made sure that we had a comfortable lead before the end of the first quarter, leaving me three quarters to feel good enough.

Except on that day. Timothy, as he was known then (Tim now, I know from his letters) was on the opposing team. I saw myself in him; he disliked himself too. Though unlike me, he was less able to do anything about it. My body was my project, my hobby. I turned my height, a flaw, into a strength, and made my body into a perfect piece of athletic equipment. But Timothy only had his height him equipping him for basketball. He had a large waist that needed to be dragged around the court; he often lost control of his movements, as his weight added momentum to them.

I saw your pic

and its super hot. You have an amazing figure. Was so “motivated” I had to write it down. Here you go and I hope you enjoy: “i’m laying to your right in bed. We are beginning to doze off. The world outside is quiet. You’re laying on your left side facing away from me. You feel my left hand rub your shoulder, the callouses slighly scratching your skin sending shivers through you. I rub your back down to the top of your ass then up along your side. Across your shoulders, down your spine, to your ass where my large hand grabs hold and squeezes. I hear your breathing become slightly more deliberate and a faint “mmmmm” escapes your lips. You roll toward me to see what’s going on and my hand finds your right breast. I wrap my around and gently pinch and roll your nipple. There’s just enough light and you can see that I’ve been stroking my cock and that I’m nicely erect. Your right hand reaches over. I slide my hips closer to you. You take hold of my cock, it feels hard, warm, and smooth in your hand. You gently stroke it and notice the pre-cum at the tip. I shudder as you swirl your thumb across my tip. My left hand slides down from your breast, across your belly and into the waistband of your panties. My hand presses down on you just above your pussy and my middle finger parts your labia and my index and ring fingers slide just outside. My middle finger gently curls into you and I feel how wet you are. I slide my hand up and spread your juices over your clit. My middle finger gently stroking your clit as your grip on my cock tightens. This mutual pleasure only lasts temporarily as release me and quickly pull your panties off. Once off, you drop your right leg so you are spread wide open. You whisper “I want you in me”. I roll over on top of you and prop myself up on my knees. The hot, heavy weight of my cock laying on your wet pussy. I lean forward and engulf your right breast in my mouth. My tongue rubbing and licking your nipple. I feel you roll your hips on my cock. I lift myself up and sit back on my haunches. Taking my cock in hand, I rub my tip over your clit, teasing you. I slide my tip up and down over your labia, taunting you with what’s to come. By this point, you’re whimpering for my cock. I acquiesce and slide my cock into you. I lean forward, placing my hands on either side of you and pinning you between my arms. Your hands slide up from my forearms to my muscled shoulders. My cock is buried deep into your pussy and stays there. My body pressing against yours, I slide up then down, stimulating your clit, my cock completely inside you, filling you. I lower myself to you and we kiss passionately. As we kiss you feel my cock slide out and then back in and I start fucking you. Our lips break their embrace and I focus on the task of driving you to orgasm. Your body still pinned between my arms, your ample breasts swaying with the motion, nipples hard, I hold you steady as I plunge my cock into your wet pussy over and over again. With each thrust I slide up slightly rolling my bodyweight against your clit. You eyes shut, breathing hard, I command you to pinch your nipples and you moan. You feel my cock grow harder inside of you. My long strokes keep a steady pace. Changing it up, I lean back, freeing you from my arms, my hands rubbing across your heaving chest, squeezing your tits again. You feel the head of my cock enter and go no further. My hands clamp down on your tits and pinch your nipples as I start fucking you with just the head of my cock. I increase my pace. Faster and faster now. Your moans getting louder, your hips bucking, your hand sliding down to rub your clit. Faster still as sweat beads at my brow. Rolling your nipples, fucking you furiuosly, you feel your orgasm build and build until I hear you cry out in ecstasy. When that happens I release your tits and plunge my cock deep into your slick pussy and fuck you hard. Pounding into you to find my release, my orgasm grows from deep inside and I feel my cum erupt from my cock, as it does I slam into you so hard your whole body shudders. Again. And again, as i empty myself into you. As the fury recedes and kiss deeply. As our breathing slows, our bodies relax, and I climb off of you. We lay there silently together in bliss.”

Yes Sir [MF][FF][MFF][Mdom][anal][oral][bd][long][Final Part]

Later that day we are eating lunch and talking. “Are you happy?” I ask.

“Of course.” she kisses me quickly.

“Because I was thinking about our promises and I want to make sure I’m holding up my end. Are you sure you’re happy”

“I’m so sorry about the mess. I’m happy but…You’re great in bed”

“You’re happy, BUT, I’m great in bed?”

“You’re great but sometimes I want more.”

“More sex”

“Yeah” she says embarrassed, “I know you’re tired and…”

“Sore?” I offer

“Sorry” she says more embarrassed. “It’s just sometimes I’m so…hungry. I’m masturbating like twice a day”

“Maybe I could help with that?”

“You’re going to help me masturbate?”

“Sure. Like the other day in the shower.”

Yes Sir [MF][FF][MFF][Mdom][anal][oral][bd][long][PartII]

“Where are we going now?” She wants to know

“We need to hit one more place and then we’re going home to drop all this stuff off and then we’ll get some dinner.” I take us to a little strip mall with a very special store. When we get inside she’s all giggly because the walls are lined with displays of dildoes and strapons, rope and leather, and all kinds of naughty delights. This is my favorite sex shop. I get the attention of a sales clerk, a girl with short cut hair and a bevy of tattoos. We go over the different vibrator options and select two, a rabbit and a smaller bullet vibe that kinda looks like a tongue. I ask for advice on lubes that would be good for anal sex and Claire blushes deep red. I buy a bottle of a water based lube in case we want something toy safe and silicone based one for longer anal sex sessions. I also get a set of silicone anal plugs in stepped sizes.

Yes Sir [MF][FF][MFF][Mdom][anal][oral][bd][long]

I’m an automation expert. I tell people I work on big expensive machines that make stuff. I get to travel to interesting places sometimes but mostly I wind up in little armpit towns. It’s good work though, it pays well and I get to be my own boss. I have a standing order to run a six month overhaul at a plant a couple hours away. This place is a real shithole and I hate coming here. There’s only one fleabag motel in town which is the only place to stay while i’m there. I keep thinking about dropping this client but the last time I went there was this girl. She works the desk at the motel. She’s probably 19 or 20 years old. She’s got long frizzy dirty-dishwater blonde hair that she lets fall across her face to hide her pale blue eyes. Her face is pimply but pretty. She’s the kind of girl you’d probably forget five minutes later if you didn’t look beyond her plain looks and dull demeanor. I have a day off and I hang out in the lobby and talk to her to kill time because there’s nothing else to do. She’s had a rough life. Her dad died when she was a baby in a motorcycle accident. Her mom is in and out of jail or rehab. She lives with her aunt and uncle who treat her like shit. She isn’t particularly pretty or smart or interesting. She has a way about her though. I can’t explain it and I can’t get her out of my head. Her name is Claire.