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This would be volunteer-based with the intent to generate further conversation around access to insulin, its affordability, and ultimately the liberation of ALL bodies.
T1D, T2D, I want to hear from all of you!
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It was the end of my first semester as a college student, and one of my friends was telling me about a big party one of the sororities was throwing.
I’d made out with a few girls during the semester, but never went all the way. I haven’t really been to any big “traditional” college parties, just ones with some friends, at most being a small handful of us. But this, this was one of those big ones that EVERYONE would be attending. I saw the party as the last chance for me to get some pussy before winter break, and while I didn’t necessarily believe it would happen, at least I thought it would be a fun Friday night.
I showed up to the giant sorority house at about 11pm, and oh was it a sight to see. These sorority girls dressed in the tightest clothes, downed liquor like it was water, and loved showing off their youthful sexiness to the eager guys in the area. People everywhere in the house, it was some shit straight out of a movie. Although there were so many fine ladies in the house that night, one in particular caught my eye: Elise.
These are the continuation of the events that happened more than a couple of months ago.
This picks up from where the previous part left off. You can read Part 25 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/y0orsj/32f_22m_intern_at_work_the_competition/)
**Part 26 is below**
We stepped out of the night club into the fresh air. I was pondering over the parting words of the hostess as I wondered how much ***”more fun”*** the night still had in store for me. It was really difficult to keep the two boys in check. They were barely able to walk straight and I had to hold and support each of them, to prevent them from wandering off the sidewalk into the oncoming traffic. I had turned into their babysitter from their slut. Even though the parking lot was just a couple of blocks, I had a really tough time managing both of them as they refused to keep their hands to themselves, they kept trying to lift that jacket and grab my butt. I managed to get both of them into the backseat of the car and put the seat belts around them.
I currently have my own place. My sister Kristen was living with her bf who she was dating for about 3 years now. But they broke up and Kristen was heart broken. She moved out and decided to move in with me. I love my sister because she always cared for me when we were younger and treated me well. It was painful and heart wrenching hearing Kristen cry herself to sleep at night. She became detached and started going out less. I was worried about her and always tried to cheer her up but didn’t have much success.
I thought a vacation might take her mind off this. I asked Kristen where she’d like to visit, just to clear her head. We decided to go to a nice beach resort and spent a week there. It was a nice place and I was happy to see that Kristen was having a good time. As it got late, Kristen and I went back to our hotel. We’re getting ready for bed, we were chatting before bed, but Kristen joined me in my bed. “Hey, what you doing in my bed? Why not sleep in yours?” I asked.
Kristen replied, “well ever since my breakup, I’ve been lonely. I like sleeping next to somebody, makes me feel comforted.” Wanting to help my sister, I let her and we fell asleep.
Don’t start here! Start at Chapter 1!
Links to all my stories and more chapters to this story are in comments.
DISCLAIMERS
-I’m just trying to be helpful with these disclaimers. I don’t want to spring things on anyone!
-My writing is SUPPOSED to be gross and wrong, which is what makes it so thrilling to write! You SHOULD feel icky reading it, which is why I consider it HORROR! I try to creep myself out as I write, getting into the mindset of a perverted VILLAIN. We’re all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously these things should never be done in real life! I’m assuming we’re all mature adults that can separate fantasy from reality.
-This is PORN NOT PLOT.
-All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
FETISHES/WARNINGS
-Death / Blood / Murder (I mean it’s a vampire, I’m going for it, but I keep it minimal)
-Creeping around (lots of this, sorry if it’s boring)
-Slow start, builds to BRUTAL ending
I’m a little concerned that I’m not getting enough sex, so I might have to do something about that. Maybe I’ll just have to play with myself more often.
It’s always been a fantasy of mine to be fucked in front of a mirror. I’ve seen videos of women doing it and thought it was so hot. I’ve never actually done it though. Tonight might be the night. I’m going to play with my pussy some more before I go to bed and maybe I’ll cum while I’m playing with myself. If I do, I’ll record it and I can watch it later on. I always want to see myself getting fucked
We host an intern from a nearby institution once per year. typically a junior or senior in college, with the goal of giving them practical work experience in the profession before they graduate. Obviously, it’s a big issue for the intern. Our proprietor enjoys giving back and is an alumnus. Having an additional (unpaid) hand to help with administrative tasks, typing, errands, and other small tasks might be useful for us as well.
Charlie lacked any unique qualities. He was a nice guy and a fantastic student, and I don’t say it in a bad way. But none of this was motivated by him in any way. It’s not that he was simply too attractive or too endearing for me to reject. In really, it was more about me than it was about him.
That summer, I had been divorced for approximately a year. Longer separation doesn’t make it more real, though. At first, it had been difficult. I cried into my pillow a lot of lonely evenings. But as they say, time is a great healer. I began going out with pals and making new male buddies. It was also exhausting. They say there are many fish in the sea, but they fail to mention that there is also a great deal of trash. I kept finding myself on dates with losers, liars, or fantastic guys with whom I just didn’t click. I had a couple casual relationships, but nothing that lasted or was extremely fulfilling. When I met Charlie, I was taking a sabbatical for my own mental health.
You may have read this story about a year ago. I forgot the login to my account so I’m reposting here…
This story is about 7 years ago when my wife of 10 years sent me a Dear John text. I was desperately trying to make my marriage work but at night I would be so lonely I just wanted companionship. The main character in the story, J is one of my best friends. She has since remarried and I’m back with my wife… but this story is too good to not share…
I won’t lie, I was sad, lonely, and pent up. My work life was great but not having my family made coming home to an empty house something I hated.
I ended up listening to some friends and put myself out there that I was a separated guy, not looking for anything serious, no expectations, but completely open and honest.
Future daughter in law
My gf is 27 I’m 28. When she was 23 we had to move in with my dad after I lost my job. We stayed in a 2 bedroom and I thought my gf wasn’t going to stay with me at the time. She is a gorgeous ginger with a sexier face then any pornstar. She loves to dress up in skirts, athletic shorts, dresses and tease everyone. The person she loved to tease the most was my dad! He couldn’t help but stare at this young hottie who clearly loved being on her knees bent over for whatever reason she could think of.
Their favorite place was the kitchen. It was so small she could easily rub her ass “accidentally” on his cock or always needed help reaching for stuff. Getting down to get a pan I know she somehow teased him with a blowjob spot. The thoughts were driving me crazy. I would take 2 showers because I thought I could hear her moaning. When the water stopped it was quieter but still there. I had to give them their time. How could I go out there so hard.
*[Repost due to typo in title]*
Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic mind control fiction with elements of coerced sexual activity; all characters are 18+
**MINDLESS, Book 1:**
A sea of people had flooded the normally empty streets. I hit a wall of them, scowling as I breathe in the musty smell of sweat and outrage—along with the sharp hints of incense and marijuana. I just want to get home. This is such bullshit.
Most of them have their hands linked, in a show of unity against the news’ broadcast that’s been running like a propaganda reel for the last 24 hours, and half of them hold signs which read things like:
‘Effective Immediately: MAFT-22 disbursement = TOXIC!’
‘DON’T TRUST THE GOVERNMENT!’
‘Forced breeding is slavery!’
‘DON’T DRINK THE WATER!’
Everyone seems to be losing their damn minds over the new mandate that probably isn’t even going to amount to anything. Sure, the government plans to spread some sort of enrichment vitamins (which is supposed to help with the country’s demolished fertility rates) but it’s definitely not enough to hold these stupid protests over.