Tag: Drugs

[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. Read more »

[MF] My 25yo hot sociopatic side-chic

It’s probably not going to be short, but I’ll try my best to keep it as entertaining as possible.

Last summer I met a girl (for the sake of the story let’s call her Sunshine) and we had a blast. But I mean it was a fucking gong show! Can I say fucking on Reddit? Meh. Drugs, drinking, partying, sex (a lot of it), adventures and other crazy shit that a month before I wouldn’t even imagine doing. I’ve spent somewhere between $30,000 – $50,000 in 6 weeks and it was the most fun I had in years.

A bit about myself: I’m in my mid 30’s, married with kids, fairly successful, intelligent, witty, fit and very territorial. I have an Alpha personality. I am not a sociopath but actually quite the opposite and funny enough is that my ability to be able to relate to people is what allows me to understand, love but also to manipulate them. Read more »

[mf][nc][anal][drugs][Mdom] Make Yourself At Home

*This story is pure fiction and fantasy. None of these characters are real and I do not condone sexual assault in any way, shape or form.*

I used to spend a lot of time at one of my friends’ place. He had this pretty large apartment he was only able to afford because he could share it with a roommate, a girl called Melanie.

Melanie was weird, and the impression she left on me was even weirder.

At first, she was just part of the scenery. I would visit my friend and occasionally see her walking in the hallway, or hear her chat with a friend, or see her working on her computer in the living room. I didn’t find her particularly attractive: she gave me a massive tomboy, hippie vibe, had a thing for hard drug use, didn’t care much about her physical appearance and was very self-deprecating. She was tiny and awfully thin, bordering on anorexia, and you could feel her social awkwardness from a mile away. Read more »

The Calm Before The Storm [MF]

Stuart Zinzan Wilcox – that name Zinzan only ever
seems to appear in a couple of families. The Wilcox family were one. He was turning fifty-five shortly. Had I seen a lot of him since he returned to the area almost two years ago? Not really. We caught up but it was usually at family gatherings. He was a busy man with his business Hot Stones booming all over the country. He was called upon to be an authority on things such as massage of all kinds. He was quick to stress that the tantra stuff was not all about being erotic but the freeing and relaxation from within. I believed him too. I had seen him on TV several times explaining exactly what the yoni and lingam were and I would sit there with my
mouth ajar. I actually visited him at least twice a week but it was purely for a bog standard body massage. Such things were becoming increasingly important as I started to stress out about the book launch. He suggested I come over and get out of the environment of home. Read more »

[MF] Our first time not having to rush.

For a long time I have wanted to contribute to this subreddit. Whether I’ve just been shy or what not I have never gotten the nerve, but tonight seems like as good as any. This is an older story of mine of me and my high school sweetheart, Jess, a week or so after graduating high school. I still remember every detail of this night like it was yesterday.

First off, this is not a story of how we lost our virginity with one and other. Like everyone else our first time was a mess and left a lot to be desired. We had been together from our freshman year. Her mother was the over protective type. Through high school she was never allowed out to late.Never allowed to crash at friends houses. Most of our sexual experiences happened in the back of my Toyota 4Runner at the end of dates that ended a little to early for our age. This is the story of our first time together not having to worry about getting caught and just being able to enjoy each other. Read more »

Last night in Paris: A sex party story [m][f][m] [f] [group]

Last night I [visited Paris again](https://medium.com/@testing78378_Seattle255/the-surreal-moments-in-sex-parties-73d9ce88848c), this time with C and my friend Jordan, who took a train from Boston for sex; last time, he’d been [part of a threesome with another partner](https://medium.com/@testing78378_Seattle255/unexpected-partners-our-last-private-sex-party-f7b0cfd29d94), and his wife Amy had attended as well. This time, he came without Amy because she had some other obligation. But almost as soon as the consent speech was over, C and Jordan were rather eager to begin.

Jordan and I spent a lot of time kissing and caressing C’s neck, and we were among the first wave of people to get going. The next parts are a blur. There is a lot of touching, kissing, and caressing everywhere. C ends up going down on Jordan. I end up fucking her from behind. I remember the last Eiffel Tower and raise my hands from C’s hips. Jordan sees that and holds his hands up. Our hands meet, gloriously and beautifully, and then C pauses her cock sucking and perks her head up like a praire dog. She starts laughing and says something like, “Oh my God, you, no, just, don’t, no!” I push her back down so she can continue, and the magic moment is broken. But once you’ve been to Paris, no one can take that from you. Read more »

The Perfect Five Days [MF][Str8]

Wednesday night was show night. An overnight stay in the city once more. We caught the train and the lads looked like they were keen for a drink beforehand. Me? Not so much.

*“Kitty?”*

It was Blake. Blake was someone who had so much faith in me as a musician, he had been in every band I had ever been in.

*“Yes, darling?”*

*“I want to give you this. We have talked about it. I managed to wrangle an invite for you and Minnie. I am sure only good will come out of it.”*

*“What makes you say that?”*

*“Having met the Master, I am sure he is your type. A lot of other musicians and people into music and you get to wear a pretty dress.”*

*“I am sold then. How often do they have the parties?”*

*“There was one last Thursday night but I didn’t invite you because the Master had a prior engagement. Played the new Monkees album. Dress code is no sloppiness and dress to impress. First of June is the next one.”*

*“So tomorrow. Dress to impress?”* Read more »

[MF] 18 Losing the Swim Meet.

My first time ever doing anything like this, all criticism is welcome.

“You really fucking sucked out there.”

She said in a way too sweet tone. She sat down next to me tossing her bag on top of mine. Even in our schools stupid uniform she looked pretty. Her name was Melinda, she was quite a vision long silky hair dark as onyx, small, magnificently curled eyes, resembling a crescent moon when she was thinking on something hard.

“Fuuuuck. I blew so much.”

I took my hands out from over my face, and look at the navy clad young woman sticking her tongue out at me. If she wasn’t so annoying she’d be so perfect. She took off our school’s disgusting sweater, to show the basic white button down we all wore daily.

“At least you still have next week to make it.”

She started to undo her two top buttons, and I couldn’t help myself. She was wearing a dark green bra that made her breasts look amazing. They were about the size of mangoes, fully round, and on her tiny framed, caramel kissed body, were both gravity defying and hard to ignore. She caught me so fast. Read more »

Sub M.O.M.S. – Jessica, Part 2/2. [Mom/son, inc, slow, oral, solo, M/F, satire]

Sub M.O.M.S. – Jessica
by DiscipleN

– part 2 –

Patrick kept me on a short leash, supplying my vape only when he thought I would crack. If our outing hadn’t been so fun, my cravings would have caught up with me. I might have cracked more often. I stayed close to him, to get my fix ASAP. After a fix, I was ready to conquer my husband.

“Are you sure you brought along enough charges and spare batteries?” I huffed a fix nervously, outside of our cabin. The night air was cold and a little spooky.

“Yeah, Mom. If not, they’re sold everywhere.”

“Not in a national park, they don’t.” I had been keeping an eye out for emergency supplies. “And hey, aren’t you a little young to be buying vape goods?”

“Took you long enough to notice. I don’t. I pay adults to buy it.”

“Where’d you get the money?”

“I stole it from you.”

“Oh.” I’d almost forgotten he was limiting my funds. “Are you having fun?”

“Kinda,” He admitted in a teenager’s, half surly way. “I wish we were home.” Read more »

Sub M.O.M.S. – Jessica, Part 1/2. [Mom/son, inc, slow, oral, solo, M/F, anal, satire]

Sub M.O.M.S. – Jessica [Mom/son, inc, slow, oral, solo, M/F satire]
by DiscipleN

*For extra context, please read my first, “S.M.O.M.S.” story. (“The Origin” is not the first one. This story breaks-out from the first. All are self-contained.)

“My name is, Jessica Mayhew, and I will have been under my son’s control for one year, five days from now.” I despise every one of the needy cunts in the room. They try not to stare at my nearly naked, shaved body. More than one are probably bi. I’ve heard their stories. I’ve watched them listen around the circle of chairs in the dim light of one candle. They soak up each other’s guilt and grief and shame. They need reassuring, that their suffering can be eased by sharing with other victims of the same weakness.

I am neither weak nor ashamed. My son, Patrick, pays for his transgressions. My husband has caught us on several occasions, and I may have hinted the possibility to Ron beforehand. Remembering the first time we were caught still gets me off when I want alone time. Ron sent Trick to the hospital. The police were called. Trick told them his father had actually saved him from a beating by a mugger. We were a tight-knit family, getting along on a knife’s edge. Patrick has his mother’s genes for strength and arrogance. Ron is simply a bastard. Read more »