Help With a Raceplay/Race-Related Story Idea

Before anything else, I want to state that I do not condone or support real-world racism and this idea is meant to be entirely fictional and not a blueprint for any sort of real-life thoughts or actions. It’s very bizarre and will be on a subject that isn’t for everyone. Hell, it probably isn’t for anyone, but the idea popped into my head and has been stuck there. I’m hoping to maybe get some help with it, but I do want to warn that this idea deals with racism.

The gist of it centers on a mixed-race couple, a white woman and a male POC. The guy brings up that he thinks his girlfriend’s sister might be a bit racist. They have a short conversation about it, and while the girlfriend says that her sister has a preference for white guys and that she’s pretty Southern Christian, she doesn’t think she’s actually racist. She makes a joke, something along the lines of, “It’s not like she’s walking around in a Klan robe.”

Sharing [M]y ex[F] with [M]y best friend.

This all happened three years ago with my now ex girlfriend (Ally) and my best friend (Tye). Ally and I had been together all through college where we had first met during our freshman year. Tye went to the same college as us, and him and I have been best friends since high school.

All three of us were very close, so it was tough when we parted ways shortly after graduation. We used to see each other every day and now we were lucky to see each other twice a year. Ally and I had gotten pretty serious and had moved in together about 10 hours away from where Tye was now living.

Tye and I are a lot a like, we even look alike and often get mistaken for brothers. Tye was always a romantic and often came on too strong with his feelings.. He never had trouble getting girls, but getting them to stick around after professing his “undying love” way too early was another matter. Classic Ted Mosby and classic Tye lol.

[F] On a double-date my ex (29F) kept dropping references to my (33M) dick size in front of her new boyfriend

[Trigger warning for dick-size related stuff, I guess?]

I’m good friends with my ex. We dated for two years, probably should have broken up much sooner but the (mind-blowing) sex was too good or quit. She’s a wild one, I’m slinging a big dick, we had a lot of fun together. Nuff said!

We’ve both moved on. She’s now dating a stable, respectable, nice dude, and I’m dating a somewhat-but-not-quite-scandalously younger hottie. We decided enough time had passed that it would be fun to go on a double date. So we did.

We meet at the restaurant, introduce our new partners, have a seat. It’s going well. We’re looking over the menus, chatting, and my ex suddenly murmurs, with a sly grin, “Good lord, the cauliflower starter is *eight-and-a-half* dollars. Eight-and-a-half! Can you believe it?”

My girlfriend looks at her curiously.

My ex’s new boyfriend just shrugs, “they’re all overpriced.”

I should explain. My dick is 8.5 inches long hard, and my ex used to have a running joke of dropping the phrase “eight-and-a-half” into random situations. A little game for her. She knew I’d get it.

I 25[M] told my girlfriend 26[F] about my past as the “other man”

So I’m not proud of this but, I used to be the sidepiece for women in relationships. It’s not something I ever imagined myself doing, I was definitely never this guy in high school but it happened. As a result, I developed a cheating kink and indulged in it for awhile. I won’t lie, it was amazing. The sex was intoxicating to millionth degree, in part because I knew, and the women knew, it was morally wrong. But eventually the moral half of the equation got to me and I became disgusted with myself. I stopped doing it and promised myself that I’d be honest with any serious girlfriend about my past and give them the option to make the choice to stay with me and take a risk, or say it’s not worth it and move on to someone else.

Cut to this year and I’ve been dating this really great girl named Jessica for about 6 months. She’s the first serious relationship I’ve had since I came out of my cheating kink phase and I’d been a nervous wreck the past week because I knew it was time to tell her the truth. I was sooo, so, so fucking scared of her reaction. She’s the first girl I’ve felt something akin to love for, and though we hadn’t said it yet, I knew it was coming and wanted her to have this information before things got any deeper.

My ex-girlfriend got jealous [part 2] [FF]

This is more like part 6 because I’ve written about her in several posts, but enjoy…

So, to catch you up from my latest post, my ex used to punish me for having a sex life before her. Was this healthy? Absolutely not. However, I like being punished apparently so I went with it.

One day, I am hanging out with her and my best guy friend at a random party. He makes a joke about how weird it is that the two of us hooked up the first night we met because we’re basically “like siblings” now.

*the first night we met he went down on me in my friend’s bathroom but that’s a story for another time*

I nearly choke on my drink because I know what’s coming. I shoot him a look and he immediately shuts up, but the damage is done. I can tell from the look on her face she’s going to destroy me… and if I’m being honest I’m scared but just a tad excited.

“I didn’t know y’all had a thing. That’s cute,” was all she said in a voice so calm it had me questioning whether she was a psychopath.

My ex-girlfriend got jealous [FF]

Alright I’ve written about this girl a lot. She was really good in bed, but absolute chaos in every other part of life. Sometimes those lines got a little blurred.

*Side note: I’ve given this disclaimer in almost every post but I recognize not every aspect of our relationship was what you’d call “healthy”*

She had a “kink” which got a little weird. She was an inherently jealous person and the fact that I was bisexual added an unfortunate layer to that. Weirdly enough, she channeled all of her jealousy into sex. It was, um… interesting.

About two weeks after I officially became her girlfriend we were out at a cafe studying. One of my friends from class saw me and came up to say hi. I was not “out” so I introduced her as my friend. I saw a small flicker of surprise in her eyes, but she smiled politely and went along with our small talk.

The moment he walks away she gets really quiet and stares me down. I was taken aback by how serious she looked and asked if something was wrong.

“Did y’all ever hook up?” She asked.

[F] Is fucking my boss for money wrong??

I had a job at a company. It was nice and had good pay but I was struggling with my own life. I had no family, I was in a new city with very few friends and my job was going well. My boss was not to old and was 32. He was in shape and seemed hot enough for a good fuck. I wasn’t really looking for sex or even a kiss from anyone in that city but when I saw him looking at my tits or ass well he walked around I could see he liked me. It took maybe a month of knowing eachother and teasing a bit before one day in his office we shared a kiss. It was a nice long one and I could tell he liked me. I wax still a bit nervous about it but we made out and he felt my body a little on my dress but after that I asked around is he did this 2 meny women thinking he might just want my pussy and that was it but i seemed to be the first. As it started we would kiss and hold hands and even cuddle in clothes but I asked him the second time doing that in his office if he wanted to date or just fuck me. He was honest with me and said he liked me. I worked hard and did my job well and I was beautiful much smarter and beautiful than his own girlfriend but he did love her with everything but his dick. I said I wanted something more serious and eventually he offered me somthink. If we just messed around a bit he would make me his personal assistant and up my pay by a lot more. I drained him dry that night. I made sure he wanted me and knew I was perfect. Almost every working day he would fuck me after everyone left and he started paying me as he couldn’t give any better job. He often payed me a stupid amount just to make him feel good and the best part was he was actually fun. He knew how go have sex so I loved it but the extra money definitely helps haha.

When I [23F] almost flashed my girlfriend with my butthole

This weekend something happened that scared me to my core… one of my new friends, who is an absolute doll and more fun than a cartoon Saturday morning, started swiping through my pictures on my phone when I passed her my precious device to see a pic of a dress I had worn previously. I froze in terror. If Jerry Seinfeld were still making his show, he and George would definitely have had an episode where the pudgy Mr. Costanza would have howled in their coffee shop, “you don’t swipe!” to Jerry’s nodding approval.

ABBY, JUNIOR, MEL, and BERTIE (Part 2) – A mother learns to love enslavement by her troubled son and his domineering girlfriend [M/S Incest] [FFM] [BDSM] [Forced Orgasms] [Rape] [Drug Use]

Part 2 (Chapter 4)

*Call Me Abby*

The first time I met Melanie in person was on my back tied to my bed.

Frank Jr. was in my bedroom that morning doing FaceTime with her on the iPad when I came out of the shower in my bathrobe and a towel around my wet hair, telling her to come over and meet his mom.

I was confused, both that he had a girl, and because up til then he had been treating this day like one of *those* days: I take some kind of pill he gives me, shower, then surrender utterly to whatever he wants to do to me for as long as he wants to do it. Plus, the flog he likes to beat me with was already laid out on my bed.

I never knew for sure which trip I was taking because he never told me. He only made me take the drugs once or twice a week, and never the same one twice because he didn’t want me to develop a tolerance to anything. But after performing my ablutions that morning, I was starting to feel the warm melty edges that made me think it was probably the X, which is my favorite.

Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F] Part 36

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I always enjoyed watching him, and seeing him walk through the doors of the gym becomes the highlight of my day. He usually comes in late, wearing office attire and slacks. Unassuming, it’s like a good disguise. To the untrained eye, he seems to be just your average office worker. He’s not particularly gorgeous or anything, he’s handsome don’t get me wrong but he won’t be turning heads or anything. He’s not tall or anything, he’s about the same height as I am.

But until he shed’s those layers, that is what people will assume him to be: normal.

But something about him catches my eye. He is lean and toned, but his muscles are not engorged or big and bulky or anything. I have a certain dislike for the cocky bastards that populate gym, cocky men who thinks they are god’s eternal gift to the world. I dislike them greatly, especially how they look at me.

But him? He acts with graciousness and very open about his intentions. He looks me in the eyes when we speak, he talks with his hands open and a gentle smile across his face. He treats me like he’s known me for a long time.