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Earlier this week my girl friend finished her last semester in grad school and decided to have a party for some of the girls in her cohort. Because it was all women, my girl friend asked if I could entertain myself or go someplace so they could “openly share memories and stories.” No biggy, playoff hockey and basketball with an open excuse to drink, done. I spent a few hours at the bar near my house and came home around 11pm and only one car was remaining in the driveway. I casually walked through the door to find my girlfriend and one of her classmates, Carol, laughing and giggling on the sofa. Carol is 26 about 5’5″ with shoulder length dyed blonde hair with brown roots, she has a thin frame with small A breasts and no ass and looks very younger. Emily, my girl friend is 5’1″ with long wavy hair brown hair, she is curvy with almost DD breasts. I am 5’8″ with a beer belly that formed after college, and still going on see above, but not awfully big. My dick is right around average at just under 6″ but I like to say 6″ to feel good. Back to the story.
I’ve been with my girl for 4 years. Our sex life is great although we’re going thru a bit of a dry spell due to life stress and planning a wedding and money and all that crap. Lately I’ve been feeling sexually frustrated and so last night I decided to put an end to that spell.
So my lady is 5’5″, brunette, olive complexion, with perky B tits, hour glass figure and big booty that still drops my jaw. I mean this ass is so damn gorgeous, I can’t keep my hands off her. Maybe I can convince her to let me share a pic with you but she’s pretty self-conscious so probably not. For this story I’ll call her Bettie, after Bettie Page.
Last night we invited our couple-friends over for dinner, I was pretty tired from work but I put on my happy face because they put her at ease and temporarily relieve some stress… Plus we usually get drunk, smoke some weed, play cards and have a great time, so why not?
I’ve actually been really unsure as to whether to recount this story from last weekend – on reflection I feel really, REALLY guilty about it. But, at the same time, it was a surprising and weird but erotic encounter, so I don’t want to shy away from it. So, here goes!
I share a house with three other students, one other girl and a male gay couple who have been my friends for about eight years now. Although the two of them are inseparable, this past weekend was an exception – a holiday weekend where one of them was going home to visit parents while the other’s family were on holiday elsewhere, leaving him to stay in the house. Likewise, while my other housemate was also back home for the weekend I’d also decided to stick around – partly to avoid seeing my parents, partly just to keep my best friend company.
We hadn’t actually hung out as just the two of us for a long time, so we found ourselves planning a suitably fun nerdy weekend – long hours sat in front of video games while chatting and being silly for the most part. Come Sunday evening, and having exhausted anything much else to do, we’d decided to amass a variety of alcohol for a late night of drinking in front of whatever rubbish we wanted to watch or play.
**Soft**
Greta Lockett stepped up to the line, behind a group of college-aged girls, waiting in front of the Haut Cafe counter. She eyed the menu and the glass display full of pastries and treats before checking her phone.
Okay, she had about fifteen minutes before the Cinky meeting started; just enough time to grab some pastries and get everything set up. She took a deep breath, the scent of freshly brewing coffee wafting to her and making her smile as she inhaled deeply.
God, she loved their coffee.
And their pastries.
And their help.
Greta tilted her head and watched the sweet-looking, long-haired guy behind the counter. He gave a lopsided, lazy grin to the group of girls while he handed out cups of coffee. Bryan Harlowe. He’d been working at Haut Cafe for a little over a year now, ever since he transferred from the local community college, making Greta look forward to her coffee break a little more ever since.
This happened quite unexpectedly. I was stressing out about my grades in my first year of college and I was not planning to party over the weekend and just lock myself in the library. My frat bros were all for it but they told me to stop by after midnight to grab a beer with them. I said sure. The only way to finish an all-day study session is with a nice cold glass of Guinness. No other beer is necessary or required.
So I’m walking back to the house after a long day of cramming notes into my head and I get a text from one of my older brothers, Troy, “Hey can you pick some condoms on the way? I’m all out. Trojan Ecstasy.” Fuck this guy. It’s freezing cold out around 5 degrees and he expects me to turn back, go to the store and pick his condoms for him and his girlfriend. I was a pledge, so I kind of had to do it.
Here’s part three, if you missed it. Has the other two parts linked also:
https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4dzus7/hooking_up_at_two_different_bars_with_my_kids/
It had been three weeks since I had seen Alison. I mentioned previously that due to suspicions that she was in a relationship, I had basically blown her off. She didn’t seemed too pleased with my lack of interest in fucking but I wasn’t interested in explaining myself since I hate confrontation.
The one thing I was worried about was that she’d leverage her position as my kid’s teacher in some negative way. Last Wednesday she texted me saying she wanted to come over and fuck. She snapchatted pictures of her masturbating with a dildo and said she wished it was my cock inside of her. I really wanted to acquiesce but made an excuse about having a date. “No problem,” came the reply. “We can make it a threesome!” Goddamn, Alison knew how to push buttons. I demurred and said no and received a devil emoji in reply.
The next afternoon, my ex called and said there was a problem at school. Immediately I was suspicious that Alison was up to something and I texted her, saying we shouldn’t put my kid in the middle of this. She claimed to not know what I was talking about and I said maybe we should meet did coffee.
My boyfriend at the time had been going to the same summer camp since he was 7-8 years old and once he was too old to return as a camper, he decided to go back every summer as a counselor. The last day of camp is visitor’s day/pick up day, and since this place was such a major part of his life, he wanted me to go this year so he could show me all around his favorite place on earth.
After a 5 hour drive, I finally reach the camp grounds and am super anxious to find him. He’s been attending camp for 6 weeks and since it’s located miles out in the middle of no where, there is little to no cell service so we only got to talk every other night when he’d be off from counseling and get to go into town with his other counselor friends. After walking around aimlessly for a while, I find the cafeteria where all the campers are enjoying their last lunch before the parents all arrive to take them home and that’s when I see him a hundred yards or so away. I first notice it’s him because of his bright tie-dye camp tank, then his sexy long golden locks, and finally his glistening tan skin that had been soaking in the sun all summer long. God have I missed him.
This all happened about five years ago. It was after my long-time girlfriend left me. We were in a new city, and she didn’t have any friends or family there. I can see why she left now. But back then, I still needed to get her off my mind. Other than that, it was a pretty good year for me. My new job was going well. I had lost one hundred pounds at that point in the year. Going from fat to average was a great accomplishment for me. I still felt fat in my head though. Undesired. Lonely. This is a story of the woman who got me over that.
She was sitting in a Starbucks when I first saw her. She had long black hair that went down to the small of her back. Almost ivory skin. I didn’t know what color her eyes were, but they were dark. Her face was held up by beautiful, full cheeks. She was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, almost like a Saturday morning at home, but at a Starbucks. She sat at a corner table listening to something on her phone and sipping her coffee. She had large tits that stretched out her t-shirt. Looking at her I could tell she was built for more comfort than speed. She wasn’t fat, but, plush almost. With a nice ass, that I could tell was big even though she was sitting, supported by strong legs that held everything up in a perfect display Maybe the best way to describe her was…squeezable.
I want a story, I don’t want just a wank story. I want something with a plot, maybe rape, maybe not. impregnation sure would be nice, but a story (something where you actually have Chapters) that is paid. that is something that is erotic, yes. but not main focus. so it might help and since I’m drunk/horny yes, willing to pay for story as long as its NOT a ton of $$. I want something approaching
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/rapina/www/rapcon.html
or even
http://forums.sennadar.com/
to a limited extant.
I want love, life, something where SEX is a reality of life and rape happens though sometimes rape turns into love. please help me find GOOD erotica!