collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
*A note to everyone reading this:*
If you don’t like violence and sex mixing, then this probably won’t be your cup of tea. That’s fine, that’s why I tried to make the title as clear and concise as possible. When I start to get more descriptive with the violent stuff in later posts I’ll leave try to leave trigger warnings or something if people here think I should. I’ve heard that reddit has gotten really PC about that sort of stuff in the past few years.
The first year we went to Coachella, we had no idea what to expect. We’d bought camping passes and just hoped for the best. It was me and my husband, and one of my best friends and her new boyfriend. We’d decided to get a big tent and all share everything. So, we packed up a bunch of booze, drugs, and gear and then sat in line getting into the polo fields for like six hours.
Harper and I shoved the drugs in our underwear and we made it through the security checkpoint with zero issues – it also helped we were totally clean cut looking and surrounded by people who looked like they were just leaving a rave.
Harper’s boyfriend, Cam, and my husband quickly stripped down to their board shorts and were setting up camp while Harper and I decided to go for a walk and see what there was in the campsite. We found the closest showers and bathrooms and made mental note. There was a little shop where we bought some water and some snacks. By then it was almost noon and getting hot.
***I’ve worked in restaurants (kitchen) for a long time, either as a line cook or manager. Most people who have a bit of experience working in those places are aware of the kind of debaucherous people that tend to inhabit these establishments and the kinds of things that regularly go on after (and during) work. They often involve alcohol, drugs and sex.
While I have many stories of work-related encounters, this one is fairly fresh and a highlight, so here goes.
I was working for a busy restaurant in a ski town that had lots of seasonal workers, including many people from other countries, high schoolers and traveling laborers.
A couple summers ago, i the normal parade of new people who come and go in my restaurant, I was introduced to Amy and she would be hosting/food running for the summer between her senior year of high school and college.
I often worked a station that sat out in the middle of the dining room and thus I ended up socializing with many customers and co-workers over time. Amy was one of the people I chatted with most, as she would be bored and end up hanging out by my station.
Suffice it to say, that this isn’t about that whole year, just the first night I met them. This happened over a decade ago, but I recently found my notebook from that time and after rereading it, I decided that I feel I could rewrite it well enough to share. I kinda have to share it, because it was one of the craziest and simply most out-of-the-ordinary things I did in my twenties.
Lets just start off by saying that I was and still am an unabashed slut, though I’ve slowed down considerably since that time. As a college dropout, sleeping on friends couches or in one of my numerous fuck buddies’ beds, parties and hookups were basically my whole life at that time. I’m not ashamed of it because I was always going to be a fuckup as far as society was concerned, so I’ve always lived exactly the way I wanted to live. This whole thing started when I met a woman in a bar. She offered to buy me a drink to, and I quote, “Wash the taste out.” You see, I had just returned to the bar after leaving for five minutes to blow some random stranger in the backseat of his car because he was good looking and had bought me a couple drinks.
Hi, all, and happy new year! A user browsing my post history came across my post describing my time as a sushi waitress and suggested I post some of the things I experienced while working there here, so I figure, why not? Be kind, though, much of this is filtered through thirty years and translated from half-remembered Cantonese but I’ll do my best. :) And I apologize in advance for the length, but I figured I should explain some of the background before diving into the stories. If your eyes start to glaze over, feel free to skip this one. Otherwise, here’s the story of my interview for the sushi restaurant.
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She arch her back and went stiff as a board. Wow, I thought. She fell back on the bed and we sat for a few min wile she try to come down off the high she was on. Hey, I said are you all right? She look at me and smiled. That was good she said. Where did you learn that? From you the last time I said.
She was tall as she was long. She had to be over 6’2 and 189lb. And I keep asking myself how did I get her to fuck me.
We had been at this for the last two weeks. I met her at a bar on the south end of town. We had both been looking for something or someone. But if the truth was told it was not about the sex, that was just a after thought. I don’t know about her but what i want is some one that will like me for what i am. That is the reason i went to the club in the first place was to find some one to ease the pain of life. I don’t do drugs and i do not drink at all. I am not that much to look at 5’8 230 a little on the thin side. Balding and graying. Well pass my prime. Most people act as if they don’t see me. Unless the want me for something. That is why it came as a shock when this woman that has taken the little bar were I goto buy storm. Came and sat down beside me and said hello.
The last few months has been really hectic, I changed jobs and haven’t had a proprer holiday in over 3 years. After a particularly challenging project I knew it was time for me to take a few days of rest and do something adventurous.
And what could be better than meeting your lover in a remote forest cabin for a week-end of drug-fuelled adulterous sex?
First things first, I had to make excuses to my wife to go off and “find myself” for just less than a week. Lucky for me, my lover Lexi, is a habitual organiser and less than 10 minutes after mentioning a meet up in a deserted forest somewhere, she shot back with details on a place and flights which would have me there in no time at all.
She was already at the cabin when I arrived. Dressed in a tight top and a lacy French-cut slipje. She looked better than wonderful, especially since I had treated her pretty badly during my project. I was stressed and we managed to miss-communicate even the slightest things which led to a pretty strained affair. This weekend was supposed to get us back on track again and few things open your mind like a chemical adventure.
I sometimes post stuff about my exploits with girls under another name. I thought some of you might want to hear about some guy stuff I did in the early 90’s.
I had been with a guy before, once. Hell, I moved to that city because I wanted to try it. The thing was that guy was really hot, and kind of a jerk, and I basically did not enjoy it because the dynamic was weird, as it was all about him. Maybe I’ll tell that one someday.
This time it was way better…..
I was a hot guy, and I knew it. Basically straight. Got a lot of girls, worked in rock and roll, and knew a lot of rock stars. I dressed like a rock star, and had a good body. Loved those wild San Francisco rocker chicks of the late 80’s-early 90’s.
I always liked it when guys gave me attention. I worked at a lot of large scale dance events. Big raves, where a lot of people took ecstasy and other drugs. I met him at one of those.
How do you have a fucking wild and kinky Thursday? Start off with being a bothway slut with ADHD and a prescription for Adderall and take Indian cialis on Wednesday.
I wake up naked Thursday morning naked in a strange bed next to my Tinder hookup. A cute 26 year old strawberry blonde Amy Adams lookalike at 5’4″ with a tight belly, a handful of boobs and amazing heart shaped ass. Horny as hell, I burrow under the sheets and start eating her pussy. She’s pretty hairy, and based on her cute awkwardness last night, she doesn’t do this much. It takes a while to get her to cum. Not the most attractive orgasm sounds, but you know those are real. I make my move and slide inside. Her expression is not as much “oh I love this” but more “brace yourself”. This is disappointing so I roll her on top to give her control. She’s gingerly bouncing up and down, but only about have shaft. She’s sure from last night and wants me to finish fast. Pride hurt, I rush a fat sad half hearted orgasm. I announce and she jumps off quickly to leave a cumshot that lands on my chest. We exchange awkward pleasantries as we clean up and I leave.
Warning: This story is about a submissive relationship with an older man and a younger woman, it focuses on rough sex and has strong elements of raceplay in it. If you are easily offended this is not for you.*********************************************
Summary: Indian virgin is taken by a mature white dom
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