The one that got away [MF] [Cheating] [Non-fiction] Long

I’ve really enjoyed lurking on this sub and it inspired me to post this story of a night I think about too often. It’s my first ever time attempting this so please let me know what you think. It’s written off of memory mostly, hope you enjoy.

It was almost a year that my ex (19F) and I (21M) had been separated and I had a very tough time moving on from her. She was easily the best fuck I’ve had, but we also had a lot of non sexual interests in common so the things I normally found comfort in detoured me into thinking about her, like certain songs or movies or even some memes. When we split up I lost a lot of friends, but I rationalized that they were mostly her friends (both M and F). All of this had me feeling isolated and into my first notable battle with depression. It felt like I needed to restart my life from scratch, so I did.

I started doing everything differently. I grew my hair out, I tried to become more assertive, I now had some tattoos and even started to dabble in hard drugs. These were all in opposition of who I was up to this point. I still really missed these friends and after some time I decided I wanted to reach out.

[FM] I [F22] got woken up for anal 3 times last night by my boyfriend [M39]

First time writing here, but this happened last night and I can’t wait to share with you all!

For context, I’m 22, 5”3, brunette with shoulder length hair, very petite body with B cup tits and a big ass for my size. My boyfriend, Dan, is 39, 6” blonde long hair, great dick. We’ve been dating for about a year in what started as just weekend fuck friends from Tinder. Our sex life is killer. The age difference definitely gets both of us off, plus he’s incredibly dominant and I’m more submissive so it really just works.

Anyways, last night we were hanging out with some friends in our backyard drinking. At around 3am I was beyond drunk and ready to turn in. At that point two other guys arrive and everyone starts making plans to get coke. I don’t particularly like coke anymore after a bad night, but Dan stills loves it and I have no issue with that whosoever. So Dan walked me to the door, I wished him a fun night (or morning) and he got some drunken kisses and mild groping in on the patio.

Shy girl agrees to wear slutty Halloween costume [01] [FFF] [College] [Shame]

Jane, a known turtleneck wearer in July, a woman of self-hiding hands-squeezed-between-knees posture on even an empty subway car, a homebody just-short-of-actually allergic to attention from others, paced narrow ellipses in her small dorm room. Her roommate Stephanie would return soon from the campus fashion lab. Jane wore jeans and an oversized hoodie. As she often did when ruminating, in some symbolic attempt to shield herself from any more interactions with others that could themselves become cause for further rumination, she pulled the laces of the hoodie’s face opening to shut it, and watched her steps with only the pinhole view out of what little of the opening could simply not be closed. The focus of her elevated heart rate, racing thoughts, and circular internal narratives on this occasion was on the optimal string of words to use when telling Stephanie she had decided not to follow through on her promise to wear the slutty Halloween costume Stephanie made for her to this party.

But I Don’t Know Anything About Golf : Arms of Redwood City. [zombies, MF-con, TmF-noncon, action-horror]

This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to any real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

The Human Necrotic Fugue Virus outbreak centered on a homeless shelter in Redwood City had just ended. r/BayArea covered the story, and blamed it on a combination of a spider, human negligence to do with cleaning products, and unethical human sexual activity. One expression they used was “perfect storm”. Given the simple fact that they and the spider were all there, they had committed every mistake set advice on how to not get infected with Human Necrotic Fugue Virus always warned people against. It’s not any one factor that caused the outbreak, instead their mistakes but together were a [“necessary” and sufficient condition](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Necessity_and_sufficiency) for the sexually transmitted version the shelter clients and staff carried it in their blood to combine with the animal-borne version the spider bit them with. I didn’t really consider that to be necessary, but I know that’s not what they meant.

I ate my friends pussy at a strip club while 15 dudes watched [ff] [group]

[This is a true story. I will not disclose the name of the club, the details of the team, or the general location of the club. This club no longer exists. I have changed the details of the inside of the club to be safe. So please enjoy.]

After high school, I was disowned by my parents. I ended up moving to Arlington, TX to live with my cousin who was also disowned, but for being gay.

Fortunately, I had always worked since the age of 14. Nothing crazy, just office cleaning, babysitting, and eventually waitressing. I had been saving money for a while, so I was able to have enough cash to pay my car off.

I also had a few scholarships I was able to get to pay for my first year of school. I got a waitressing job immediately after moving, but I was still struggling to pay my part of the rent and bills.

After a few months, I had one of my regulars try to recruit me to work for him. The pay sounded amazing. When I asked for more details, he kind of hesitated. He finally told me to come in for an interview. I was given an address and told to be there at after my shift at 9pm.

I [F] Watched Two Friends [MF] Get Naked and Almost Fuck Right in Front of Me

BACKSTORY:

I am not your stereotype. I teach high school in the suburbs during the pandemic. I’m a young female teacher, only a few years out of college. I’m a nerd and a gamer, and I’m also a lesbian and a stoner. AND I spend most of my free time lesson planning and grading like the good little perfectionist that I am. So basically nothing about me makes sense.

That being said, pandemic teaching is hard, and my Friday and Saturday nights have become the place where I let all that stress and anxiety out. It’s my time to let loose and not give a single flying fuck. This summer, I found out the person I teach next to likes to party. Like, on your ass planning to completely disassociate from reality the next morning. Despite being nearly 50, this gal and her friends of varying ages and sexualities get together once a week to get completely shitfaced and take a variety of drugs including MDMA, shrooms and bud. Even for someone whose young and went to a party school for college, it’s INTENSE, but I keep finding myself going over for some reason. Because most of us are on Molly, the night usually ends with the couples going off to fuck, while the single ones like myself either sober up and leave or crash. Simple, right? Hmm

How my landlord drugged and abused me for days. [Mf] [bd] [cn] [anal] [fist] [drugs]

I moved to a new apartment a couple of months ago. It’s a small one bedroom, that sits on the ground level of a house on the outskirts of the city. It takes me a while to get to work, but the rent is cheap. And there’s a big beautiful garden.

Upstairs lives my landlady Vera, with her son, Greg who’s got to be atleast 40, and grossly overweight. Vera’s sweet and we get along well, but I’ve never really spoken to her son. He doesn’t seem to go out much, and Vera told me he doesn’t work.

I’ve noticed him eyeing me from his window whenever I’m out in the garden. Honestly, I’ve always deep down sort of enjoyed guys looking at me, even gross guys like Greg, so I dont mind too much. Makes me feel desireable. Even when it’s creepy guys like Greg.

One evening I get home late from work and notice someone’s left something by my door. It’s a bottle of wine, with a little card attached. “To Lily, thanks so much for looking in on Whiskers. Love Vera.”

The Promise to the pretty Manger is full filled (5)

The Promise to the pretty Manger is full filled (5)

I knew she was there and awake. She was looking at me and I am sure smiling. “Are you going to look at me or maybe give me a kiss but be warned I have carpet breath.”

She chuckles and kisses the tip of my nose and I open my eyes. I look at her and asked “Been up long?” Her “Long enough.”Long enough for what?” I asked. “You will see.”

I reach out and stroke her face and smile “Yes I will see.” She sat up and I can smell the bacon frying and I am hungry. I roll over sit up, and stand up and head for the main room following her.

“Do I have enough time for a cold shower before breakfast?” I can see she is wearing one my t shirt with the oversized collar hole sliding down her should. It was very 80 chic.

“Nope you do not, you will have enough time to take a hot shower. I finished about an hour ago” Kept the shower brisk and went in and put on clean underwear and came to the kitchen table to have breakfast.

I was auctioned off in my Wolf of Wall St office [MF]

This was many years ago, before cell phones, the internet, and the MeToo movement. It was a different time, and the dynamic between men and women, especially in the office, was very different than it is today.

I had just started working at this small Wall St company (no longer exists). If you’ve seen the Wolf of Wall Street movie, then that’s basically the sexist, misogynist, macho culture. The office was known to hire pretty women for its admin jobs. Eye candy, a side piece, an office fuck plaything. The prettier and sluttier you were, the more you thrived in this crazy culture. Again, a different time back then.

Every so often, the pretty admins were shuffled around and reassigned. We would work with a new senior leader, or new hot shit, or whatever. Not for any merit of course, but just for the guys to ‘rotate’ and potentially play. Now, not all the guys were as creepy as this. But you only need a few of them, and well, you get the point. By then, I had worked there enough, that I was known as a party girl. I was down.. for whatever. I had already fucked my guy that I was originally assigned to. By then, I was so ingrained in this crazy culture, I was openly making hotel reservations, rather than processing paperwork. There were a few of us party girls in the office, and when it came to being reassigned, we were always in high demand.

One crazy business trip in Shanghai : 3 women in 24 hours [mf] [mmf]

Hi this is Marc and it’s my first story so be kind, m’kay? This is the best sexcapade of my life so far and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. This story is fairly new (but before COVID) and i jolted it down on the very next day on my phone while flying home thus it is extremely accurate and stands unbiased by the passing time’s effect of memory.  I am not going to edit much as I am not sure it is worth it. let me know if it is and I’ll put more efforts in for next time.

This is the crazy story of how I had with 3 women in 24 hours. Including a mmf threesome. None of them were my wife (she doesn’t care and doesn’t know)