The beginning of it all…

[Str8]

Almost drunk and a little high, I was lying across the smooth back seat of my boyfriend’s borrowed white Caprice Classic. My body relaxed, I let my eyes lose focus, surrendering to the symphony of road sounds reverberating through the soft leather. It was raining very lightly—enough for the water to have a voice in the chorus.

I wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. Out of defiance toward my mother, of course. My entire relationship with Josh was, in fact, an act of defiance. A clear “fuck you” to my parents for their unhappiness and subsequent divorce.

I couldn’t remember how I got relegated to the back seat. His friend must have called shotgun. He was talking animatedly while Josh pretended to listen. His greasy blonde head appeared just over the driver’s side head rest, and every so often, he caught my eyes in the rearview mirror.

It was those eyes and that smug grin that first got me. He was that guy who looked like he had a secret you wanted to know. A secret you should know. I was determined find out what it was from the moment I met him.

[M]e and my [F]avourite call girl

About the girl : Early 20s girl from Manipur, working as a customer service executive at a company in Bangalore. Got her contact through a facebook friend. She lives less than a KM from my home and charges an affordable rate per shot. Very friendly. Great attitude. Doesn’t say ‘no’ to anything other than the things she said weren’t allowed. Very clean and hygienic and so is my preferred choice.

We scheduled a meet and she has left her home. Should reach my place in about 15 mins. I take a quick shower, clean myself with soap. Put some vaseline on my hands and legs as well. A hint of perfume too. Put the TV on, opened youtube and played some music. Since I don’t use youtube for music, the recommendations for music are already accustomed to her style. Lots of Maroon 5. I keep the door unlocked.

I liked it when my girlfriend was crying…

Short Backstory : My girlfriend is an innocent, shy, cute and short girl. she cries easily and once she starts she doesn’t stop crying… but I like it when she cries..

I liked it when my girlfriend was crying…

she was upset that her dad was in accident and we went to visit him, it was very late at night. so her mom wanted me to take her home, her dad just had a broken leg so he just needed to be overnight at the hospital.

so I took her to a restaurant to try and get her to eat something, but the whole time she just cried on my chest. my t-shirt was soaked in her tears as I embraced her.

I kissed her head and let her cry as much as she wanted. then she fell asleep. so I carried her to the taxi stand and got her home.

I got her into her bed and changed her clothes before taking off my jacket and t-shirt and getting into bed with her.

she just climbed into my arm and put her head on my chest, snuggled like a little kitty cat. she then began to cry again..

The Rabbit Hole Part 14 [FF] [FFF] [FFM] [Orgy] [Mind Control] [Free Use]

**Chapter 14: Bullies**

**Penny**

The sommelier finished explaining the wine pairing, poured, and slipped away from their table while smiling. Penny grabbed her glass, and Nadia did the same. They both raised them, and Penny smiled.

“To new beginnings and happy endings,” she said.

Nadia smiled, lifting her drink slightly. “Hopefully a very happy ending tonight,” she said. They both clinked glasses and drank.

Penny warmed from the wine and Nadia’s intense gaze. After a few simple weeks in The Rabbit Hole each night, Nadia was more attentive, loving, and romantic than ever. When she told Penny she loved her, it didn’t sound robotic. These were no longer the forced actualizations of a doll or drone. Nadia was actually in love with Penny.

And Penny was undoubtedly in love with her. She was sure of it. She couldn’t imagine life without Nadia now. She had never been happier. Her stage career had taken a back seat to more interesting, challenging, and lucrative efforts. She no longer travelled across the country using cheap tricks to wow people that wanted her to get volunteers to act like chickens. She was working on a movie, a book, a software program, and a series of online classes for hypnotists and subjects alike. Nadia was her secretary, maid, best friend, counselor, confidant, and lover. She was a wonderful partner in every sense of the word.

[MF] My wife (then-girlfriend) [19F] gave me [20M] head while I was flying a Cessna over Lake Michigan

I’ve wanted to be a pilot ever since I was a toddler (despite the apparent irony of an Arab guy flying planes for a job). I spent a lot of my time in college flying to rack up flight hours. Now, I’m 25, and I work for a regional cargo airline. I am currently working to get more flight hours so I can get a job at a large passenger airline that pays well, but for the time being, I absolutely love my job. I get to fly a giant chunk of steel through my beautiful region of America. But something that 4-year-old me didn’t know about when he first fell in love with flying actually turned out to be one of the best parts: being a licensed pilot makes people think you’re interesting. And that includes my lovely wife of two years.

[29F] I helped make a miracle happen on New Year’s Eve (a true story)

Happy New Year everyone! What I’m about to tell you is a true story, about something that I actually did on New Years Eve, that I pretty much cannot believe I did, and it’s still all so surreal. But it’s a fun story, I’m actually kinda proud of it, and I thought, why not share and chat to some folks about it? So that’s what I’m going to do!

Most of the story, or at least the build-up, doesn’t actually involve me, but I thought I’d tell it all anyway, beacuse it sets the stage for what eventually happened. Don’t have time to read or get your head around stuff? Well, that’s a shame, because you’re going to need to here. So let’s get started.

I’m a woman, in my late 20s, and I consider myself, well, pretty normal. I’m not some wild party-girl. I’ve never known anyone who is. I have a professional career, and all the friends I’ve ever made are normal, intelligent people with professional careers. I’ve been privileged in my life, never really struggled, and I’ve had the freedom to be whoever I want to be. Just a note: one of the things I happen to be is bisexual, with much more of a preference for women.

Being a [F] 39 stupid needy slut on an airport ride meant good revenge from a rude guy [M] 19 [MF]

This isnt story, but what happened.

This goes back a while when I was 39 and lived in a different city – we had a few family friends there from my husband’s office. There was one family we socialized with who had a son aged 18/19 – just entering college who was very muscular and fit and had a lot of attention from girls. His mother (Priya) had confessed to me once about the unwanted attention from girls in his school (calls/visits etc.) was a major source of worry for her. Let me call him Rocky. So Rocky was a guy who was a typical iron pumping man – was majorly into fitness and sports, played many school team sports etc. Very energetic and in many ways dumb and rude. I am not sure how he treated his girls and other friends, but he was always making fun of his older sister, and was always on the boundary of being disrespectful to elders in social situations etc. Maybe his popularity had gone to his head, maybe he was very young and immature, or maybe that persona itself helped him develop appeal in girls. I will never know.

The Summer of Sucking Dick and Eating Pussy [MF]

Kami was my first long-term girlfriend. We kissed for the first time in the back row of a movie theater, and progressed to hands in pants and shirts. New England winters are cold, so we could get busy only in the theater or her car. We made each other cum with our hands and experimented clumsily with our mouths. She had two ironclad rules. First, no dick-to-pussy action whatsoever. Second, I had to tell her when I was going to cum so she wouldn’t get it somewhere she didn’t want it, like her mouth or hair or favorite blouse.

One afternoon, when the weather was better, she said we were going on a picnic the next day. I pedaled my bike over to her house. She had a blanket in her bike basket. We walked our bikes off a road a couple hundred yards to a small clearing at the edge of some woods.

[MFM] College Friend Wanted to Spice Up his Relationship

In Junior Year of college, Covid was in full effect. Much of the city surrounding my school was still shut down. But they still thought it was a good idea to have all the students come back.

So I ended up going back and in between the sufferings of no-contact classes mixed with take-out dining hall food only, I found myself in the center of a love triangle.

Jesse (20) and I (20) were hanging out in his room playing video games as we usually did every night. We were enjoying each other’s company and just shooting the shit.

Jesse was the textbook definition of handsome. With a chiseled jaw and chiseled body, he never had any problems getting girls. Even though he had a girlfriend, he was just a magnet and girls couldn’t keep their hands off him. But he did his best to stay loyal to his girl and never did anything with other girls.

We were killing time playing COD and were destroying the other team, then as the current round was just about over, he asked out of the blue: “Would you want to have a threesome with me and Sofia?”

[MF] my fiancee finally let me explore her final frontier

My girlfriend, now fiancee (spoiler alert haha) is amazing. We have matching, decently high sex drives, she’s open and willing for my fetishes, she gives insane head. But there has always been one place she’s been hesitant, her ass. She has a beautiful little bubble butt, not really big but perfectly round. She’s happy to grind on me, but hasn’t ever really wanted to try anal. That was until Christmas.

Christmas was a bit odd this year, since everyone on both sides of our family (us included) decided to stay home. Under the guise of “wanting to watch them open presents” I set up our phones and her laptop in skype calls with her parents, my parents and her sister. We went through a round or two of presents before I finally handed her a small, wrapped box. She was a little caught up in Christmas spirit (and had already had a bit of the wine I got her) so it took her a second to catch on but once she did she immediately started sobbing lol.

“Oh my god” she said between sobs “its really happening”