I have several strange hookup stories from my past, and I’m going to start sharing them starting with this one. I was friends with this girl named Ashley for a couple years. She was in the same group of people in the punk/metal scene I used to hang out with. She had red flags all over the place, so I would have never pursued her even she said she wasn’t lesbian (questionable stories of men breaking into her house and assaulting her, off and on heavy drugs, crazy eyes, always had to correct you with “facts” she “knew but everyone else didn’t”). Most people tolerated her, but I had a way of talking around her that kept her comfortable without her reverting to “Red Flag Mode” most of the time. I hung out with a lot of people back then, but I always felt alone. I’d hang out with anyone to fill in that void until they would drag me into their drama, then drop them like a hot potato. We would chill by ourselves from time to time, and I sometimes dropped her off at the house of whatever girl she was dating at the time because she had no car.
Tag: Drugs
When My Sister and I Played [F/f, drugs, incest]
*When My Sister and I Played*
*~a fictitious memoir~*
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Emily called it an edible. I was seventeen and desperate to seem worldly. What I knew was it was like pot but I wouldn’t have to smoke, thank God. Also it wasn’t like brownies because all it was was a gummy bear.
It tasted disgusting.
I made a face and my sister laughed. She was texting her boyfriend, who was back at college. He’d wanted to join us on speak phone. Em had wanted to use Skype or Facetime. I agreed to text updates.
I don’t remember transitioning from being normal to being high. One moment I was just high. Emily kept telling me to put on my pajamas but I thought she was taking pictures of me with her phone for some reason. What occupied my attention the most, though, was that I had been on the verge of realizing something important but I couldn’t quite remember…
And then I was naked.
Finally Fucking The One That Got Away [MF]
My long-time college friend surprised me last month when she told me she would actually be able to fly across the country for my birthday party. I often invite some of my long-distance friends in case one of them by some miracle is able to make it out, and this time, she was the one who could.
However, Lizzie, as we will call her in this post, is not like any of my other friends. She and I have have quite the history. We met nearly a decade ago in college. We fooled around in the dorms several times, but due to immaturity on my part, we never actually had sex. This continued throughout the years. We’d make out at a party here, some hand action under the covers at another gathering there, make out at another party there. This would always happen in between relationships. Our timing was always off, but whenever the two of us were in the same city and single (or if one of us didn’t mind a betrayal of trust), our chemistry would re-ignite. And just as reliably, something would come up and keep us from finally fucking. If I had to pick my version of the one who got away (read: the one I royally fucked up with multiple times), Lizzie would be it.
[Group] An incredible start to Easter Sunday (walk of shame included)
I’d met this nice lady, B, at a BDSM event in London a few weeks before and we even played at the event once, where I spanked her hard until she was dripping juices down her thighs.
B is married, in an open marriage. And the day before Easter Sunday, she was having a party with several friends over and invited me as well. She did warn me that there will be hard drugs (I don’t do drugs), and anyway, I was there to enjoy a good old houseparty. Plus B said her friend L really liked me, so I figure if nothing I’ll at least get a phone number.
Hooo boy was I wrong.
L was flirting with me and another guy all night, dancing close, squeezing cock whenever she felt like it, as if teasing and testing me at the same time. I didn’t think much of it, and when L started making out with another guy, I went to one of the guest bedrooms to lie down — and met C.
C is voluptuous, amazing curves, bisexual, and seemed like a fun person, and here she was, also lying on the bed. We were chitchatting for a while before B burst into the room saying “Why aren’t you two fucking yet?”
‘Mrs. Lefebvre & I’ [mF, Hypnotized Teacher]
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**ONE:** *Bad Influences*
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The year was 1997. It’s late Spring, almost early Summer.
The way I remember it, with rose-tinted glasses firmly affixed atop my nose, that was the first truly gorgeous day of the Summer season.
And I was missing out on all of it…
I should have been outside with my friends, either skateboarding downtown, or swapping boot-legged music cassettes, or maybe just smoking a little grass; but instead, I was stuck inside, suffering through the longest detention sentence of my life. *(Two and a half hours, to be exact.)*
Those couple of hours spent silently brooding in detention gave me plenty to think about, kinda like how being locked-up in the slammer will make you comb through your whole life, searching for the mistakes that defined your downward path.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. What was *my* mistake? The one that landed me with two and a half hours of miserable detention time. Don’t forget, this was the hay-day of Bart Simpson, after all.
Well, I’ll tell you…
Drug fueled passion. [MF]
My roommate blew our rent money and got us evicted. I met a girl recently named Jessica who had a four bedroom house all to herself. She was the only child of a very rich father. God she was sexy. 5’9″ 130lbs. Long brown hair with 34b breasts. She invites me to stay with her with the only condition that I sleep in the bed with her. She said she would pay for all the drugs we did and fuck did she mean it. For the first few days we would go through an easy $1000 a day of just coke and crack. Then we would go through heroin and Xanax to even it up a little. We rarely slept the first few days. Whenever we laid in bed her hands would be found roaming, brushing my cock. I am definitely one of the guys that has no issue getting hard when on drugs, no issues ever.
Across the Black Seas of Infinity [FFM] [cosmic horror]
Author’s note: I am eager for feedback, so please leave a comment. In a top-level comment I will post links to the whole series as it develops, as well as a link to my other writing.
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Abigail Carter hurried across the Twisted Quad through the New England rain and bowled into the glass doors of the Jermyn Hall of Anthropological Studies, nearly knocking down a girl who was reluctantly emerging into the downpour. She made a hasty apology as the other student pushed out into the rain, and then threw back the hood on her sweatshirt and tried to shake the clinging wetness off her clothes.
The sky outside was quickly darkening as the storm rushed in and the sun set, and Jermyn’s lobby was emptying out as students fled the campus for whatever festivities their Friday evenings held. Abigail would have prefered to join them, but she had no choice other than to obey the summons she had received by email that afternoon.
“Miss Carter,” it read, “Please come to my office this afternoon at five to discuss your midterm. — Professor Ward.”
Mei Goes to Dave & Busters; [FFFFM][Fdom][Msub][cbt][growth][huml][raceplay][self-buk][nc][bdsm]
I’ve been told that I’m a company woman to the death, and that it wasn’t necessarily a compliment or an insult. I work long, hard hours, and take my work home with me when I can. I always think two steps ahead of my supervisors, and find new, efficient ways to do my work. God forbid I ever catch anyone stealing supplies here and there; even if someone so much as opens the supply closet without leaving a form with me will receive the full, unabated, righteous fury of the company, and clean out their desks by 4pm.
I’ve been told that I have a Napoleona complex: since I’m small, slim, flat chested with no butt, I secretly feel inferior to everyone, and I have to overcompensate. The person who told me that got fired a week later for completely unrelated reasons, I hear. Missing supplies ended up in his desk or something or other. It is true that I am the smallest person in the office. Some people even say that I look like someone’s angsty teenaged daughter, what with the “radical” pixie cut that I wear.
[FM] A consentual ‘date rape’
Disclaimer: DO NOT take drugs without knowing their possible effects. DO NOT use these drugs, or any others, without EXPLICIT consent. Everything that took place was previously discussed and it was all consentual. Never enter a risky situation with someone you don’t trust 100%. If anyone reading this is a survivor of rape or sexual assault, please don’t think I am taking such trauma lightly, this was a fun thing that my partner and i did that we had both agreed to.
Now with that out of the way, I can begin.
My Master and I both have a rape fetish. We both love the idea of him ‘raping’ me, and being physical with me. We already have a lot of rough sex where he slaps and punches me, and we both love it. We have also done rape roleplays before. But we wanted to take it to a new level.
Sir works shift work and asked his doctor for sleeping pills. He got a prescription for Ambien, after we had done some research and decided that was our best bet.
Stretching powers of the TSA – Part 1 [Long] [MMF] [anal] [fist] [huml] [Mdom] [nc] [oral] [raceplay]
Indignant outrage, followed by claims of refusing to back down under the guise of standing for civil liberties… and then eventually running out of muster and caving to whatever is most profitable for those who make the decisions – the same pattern that can be seen again and again, and was exactly the thing that led to many Middle Eastern countries granting American TSA agents jurisdiction to screen passengers in foreign airports for any flights going to the US. The tradeoff being that the electronics ban would then be lifted (returning the lost revenue from business-class customers who were forced to choose other airlines if they wanted to be able to be productive during their flight).
It was only a few weeks after this change that Tahira was flying back home to the States with a few friends after a holiday to Dubai. The screening process had been longer than ever before, but to her surprise, she was actually allowed through fairly quickly unlike almost all of the people of Middle Eastern, South Asian, or African decent that she saw go before her who were put through extensive searches and questioning by overly rude and entitled TSA agents who only spoke English and seemed to expect anyone passing through their gates (in Dubai) to be able to do so perfectly also.