Yellow Bikini girl [17m/17f] [losing virginity]

Yellow Bikini Girl

I remember when I first lost my virginity. I was a 17 year old fresh on Summer break after my junior year of high school. My high school life wasn’t very good. I used to be bullied by these jock guys in middle school and in high school, I outgrew them and within my first 2 years, I got into fist fights with everyone of them and even had restraining orders placed on me.

My parents’ relationship with me was strained speaking of it at best. My household for years was exclusively Christian that my older siblings replicated but I didn’t. I announced to them I was an atheist at Christmas time of my junior year that led to a big fight where my father told me that he believes God will damn me.

Dating was what stressed me out the most. I had asked out so many different girls and I got all no’s. By the Summer time the story takes place, I had never kissed a woman, never had been romantically involved, and being a virgin was weighing heavy on my personality. I had been accused by girls of being too soft when all they do is complain about things happening on social media that has no sense of weight in reality. I was at a point where I had no confidence in anything all while my relentless sex drive wished me to do things that I know nobody wants with me.

[fm][LONG][Mega confession] I was an anal sex slave for five hours tonight… and he drugged me (with my consent)! (Some picture proof in comments)

Um, okay so this is probably one of the wildest things I’ve ever done but tonight I (26f Sydney) snuck out of home when everyone went to bed (I live with my mother and my sister) and I caught a cab into town to meet up with a guy I had been chatting to online about some… pretty interesting stuff. He’s a wealthyish older guy who’s divorced and lives alone in a high rise apartment, and me? Wel I’m just an insatiable uni student who likes getting fucked in the ass. So here’s the part where I may lose some of you – but I like to experiment with drugs every now and then, and combining them with sex is just. Whooo boy. I mean who doesn’t like getting a little drunk and boning? A puff on a joint? I’ve even done it on a half tab of acid with someone I met at a festival. Well, this guy who I met online is into some much deeper darker stuff. He offered to set up a scenario where I could go over to his house, shower and then spend the whole night till morning pushing my limits. I was in. When I got there – he offered me ice (meth), and ghb. The date rape drug, yeah that ghb. *I told you I’d lose some of you.*

Dancing In The Dark [MFM] [Bi] [mast][voy][exh]

Nestled amongst grand green hills washed in sunlight was a vineyard belonging to a Blake Castle. The Blanket Estate had been his since the ‘70s and the older he got, the more time he spent out there. It was isolated but close enough. That is where I was heading. I knew he would be there. Blake went to the vineyard to get peace. He almost never took anybody out there. Was he going to mind? I didn’t tell him I was coming. As I pulled up, I felt hesitation. I saw him pottering around the back deck, sweeping actually. How domesticated. The winds had been high and torn quite a few of the shrubs to pieces. Was this a good idea? He saw the car and ran towards me.

*“Kitty…what are you doing here, I heard a car and thought what the hell…no one ever visits me here. My muse…something must be wrong. I hardly ever have a soul come out here and visit me other than the kids.”*

*“Frank is scaring me and I cannot deal with anybody.”*

*“Not even Seth or Stephen?”*

*“No, Blake. I had to get away from everybody.”*

Beyond the Rim, part 2 [MF] [sci-fi] [tentacle] [preg] [eggs] [MC]

Nerys woke up only slowly, and it was long before she could separate the dreams from reality. Wherever she was now, it was wet, dark and warm. The tentacles were all still inside her, and no part of her was free of contact with the creature. Her hands and legs, forced away from her body, were fixed by the strong, alien limbs. On her skin they felt like strand-woven flesh, soft, but with an unnerving unlike any humanoid she had ever known.

Her breasts had swollen, how large she didn’t dare imagine, and from the feeling of it were now being milked, slowly and surely, by the wet, hungry mouths of her violator.

She was aware that she wasn’t breathing, that there was nothing to breathe at all, and also, that this didn’t bother her anymore. Whatever oxygen she needed, it was finding its way into her system. Her dreams had been dark and intense, full of hungry, violent sex, and wet, squirming things, forcing themselves inside her, filling her up one by one. Most of it was a dream, and still, all of it had been real.

Someone paid me to fuck my lifelong best friend [MF]

Hey all, so this just happened to me this past Friday night. It was basically a dream come true and so I had to share. I’m currently a senior in college and if it matters, I’m 6 feet tall, an athletic 170 lb body with dark hair, green eyes. Anyways, I was home this past weekend visiting family. Whenever I’m home, I always connect with my lifelong friend, Liz. She lives down the street from me and we have been friends since preschool. Our relationship has never been sexual, likely because we have known each other so well for so long and almost consider each other family at this point. We always confided in each other about everything, relationships, family stuff, school stuff, etc. She’d talk to me about guys she was dating for advice and I’d talk to her about girls in the same way. Not that I wasn’t attracted to Liz, as pretty much since 7th grade, I recognized she was gorgeous. She is 5’4″, petite, with long brown hair, hazel eyes, and always with somewhat tanned skin. But, we were firmly friends, our families were really close, etc. and I never really dared to jeopardize that.

Drug-fueled Group Sex in a Berlin Club [MMFF][Reality][Long]

My sex life can, as a first approximation, be divided into a*MDMA* and p*MDMA*: ante and post MDMA, respectively.

Hour Zero p*MDMA* corresponds to right around 2am, on some generic Sunday in the late fall of 2014. The spot was a surprisingly large toilet stall at Stattbad Wedding, a club nestled into the catacombs beneath a derelict swimming pool in northern Berlin. Five twenty-somethings, more or less nervous. More or less drunk. Among them *Justine*, a red-haired Canadian girl, one of my closest friends. The others were *Nathan*, a friend of Justine’s from South Africa, and two girls he had brought along. The pretty but quiet Belgian girl had been the last to squeeze inside, barely managing to lock the door behind her. At the center of it all was *Yael*, with one knee on the closed lid of the toilet and her mind on the precision work she had to perform.

I had first met Yael earlier that night, drinking Gin Tonics for Justin’s birthday at her place. When, shortly after midnight, the birthday girl decided to hit the road none of the others from our usual little gang could be motivated to come along. So, at the front door, they turned right, towards the subway and a future of stinging regrets.

Moving Pictures [MF] [MC]

*“Ma, I see you talked to Thalia. I hope you said yes.”*

*“Indeed I did. Why propose such an idea. You are my son, I didn’t think you would want to see me in that light. I remember how deeply embarrassed you were when “Amen” came out.”*

*“Ma – “Amen To That” was groundbreaking TV. Do you remember the director?”*

*“Dawn Garner…no longer with us, I believe.”*

*“Yes, most unfortunate. Drugs don’t discriminate…anyhow, after that show, she was hot property. It is a shame she was extinguished so early. But you should see how it is written about in university media papers. When I studied media studies, “Amen” was cited as a groundbreaking reality program in that sexuality was of course the main centrepiece but it was not overtly blunt…”*

*“Are you shitting me, Jim?”*

I stifled a giggle at the way I was speaking to my oldest child. He was thirty after all!

*“How do you mean, Ma?”*

*“It was so blunt, no holds barred. I did really naughty things. I had an orgasm on camera. I demonstrated on a rubber blow-up doll, you know.”*

Stattbad [Group]

My sex life can, as a first approximation, be divided into _aMDMA_ and p*MDMA*—before and after MDMA, respectively.

Hour Zero p*MDMA* corresponds to right around 2am, on some generic Sunday in the late fall of 2014. The spot was a surprisingly large toilet stall at Stattbad Wedding, a club nestled into the catacombs beneath a derelict swimming pool in northern Berlin. Five twenty-somethings, more or less nervous. More or less drunk. Among them _Justine_, a red-haired Canadian girl, one of my closest friends. The others were Nathan, a friend of Justine’s from South Africa, and two girls he had brought along. The pretty but quiet Belgian girl had been the last to squeeze inside, barely managing to lock the door behind her. At the centre of it all was _Yael_, with one knee on the closed lid of the toilet and her mind on the precision work she had to perform.

I had first met her earlier that night, at Justine’s place, drinking Gin Tonics for her birthday celebration. When the birthday girl decided to hit the road shortly after midnight, none of the others from our usual little gang could be motivated to come along. So at the front door, they went right, walking home or taking the subway.

Random threesome with a hot chick and some Sudanese guy [MFF]

So I’m on my way to the city on the train, going to meet friends at wherever the fuck. It’s a bit over an hour ride in, and I was a super hardcore alcoholic so I had my stash. Just chillaxing, having a drink.

Strike up a conversation with this other hot blonde chick. She’s pretty much doing the same thing I am, so we bond. Having a great time together.. Laughing, drinking, really enjoying each others company. She’s on her way to meet friends in the city too.

She comes and sits by me and it’s a ball. We’re being loud, but no one minds too much. Its a good time! But.. *dun dun*… The train gestapo, ticket checkers, roll in. Its two younger guys in their long grey coats. Train keeps moving.

We both don’t have tickets! I suggest we make out, no ones gonna ask for a ticket in that situation, surely. She’s red hot for it (fuck, it turns me on just remembering this), so we start kissing and fondling each other.

The ticket guys eventually leave while me and random chick are really getting into it. WHOA drunk idiots, we fall through the doors adjoining the carriages! Hahaha! Ahhhh.

[MF] My Man Made Me Do the Mall Challenge (x-post from r/StupidSlutsClub)

My man is also on Reddit and loves it when I post, I don’t hide anything from him. He also likes to come to this sub and read everyone’s stories. We were laying in bed yesterday well into to the late morning hours just being lazy and playing on our phones. He lowered his and told me I hadn’t added anything to SSC in a while. I told him we hadn’t done anything that would warrant a story there. He said we need to change that.

Before I really had a chance to ask what he had in mind, he was between my legs licking my pussy. He alternated between licking me and fucking me, but never letting me cum. He knows how to manipulate me into agreeing to whatever his dirty little mind has in store for me. After he had me all lathered up, he said he thinks I should do the mall challenge. That sort of adventure is not my type of thing. I’m not usually one for random acts with strangers (though it has happened before) and I don’t have much “game” when it comes to guys. My tits have always had the guys come start conversations etc with me, so I’ve never developed the talent. Seeing my reluctance, he goes back to licking and fucking me and finally gets me to agree to give it a try.