Tag: High School

The Stockroom

So this happened a couple years ago and despite me never intentionally keeping it a secret, I have never really told anyone outside of my immediate friends group. Please bear with me as I’m not really much of a storyteller nor am I that good of a writer but I will do my best to include as many details as possible. And rest assured that even though it did happen a little over four years ago, I remember every detail of it like it was yesterday.

It happened when I was eighteen. I was just out of high school and I had a clear goal to accomplish before the fall semester of college started. I wanted to save up enough money over the summer to not be constantly stressed about finances on top of the countless other things I would be undoubtedly worrying about during my time living on campus. I had it planned out perfectly in my head: If I worked a full time job during the day and a part time job in the evenings for my entire summer, I would have just enough money to afford food and other necessities for the entire semester without having to go to school and work at the same time. Read more »

The Stockroom [MF]

So this happened a couple years ago and despite me never intentionally keeping it a secret, I have never really told anyone outside of my immediate friends group. Please bear with me as I’m not really much of a storyteller nor am I that good of a writer but I will do my best to include as many details as possible. And rest assured that even though it did happen a little over four years ago, I remember every detail of it like it was yesterday.

It happened when I was eighteen. I was just out of high school and I had a clear goal to accomplish before the fall semester of college started. I wanted to save up enough money over the summer to not be constantly stressed about finances on top of the countless other things I would be undoubtedly worrying about during my time living on campus. I had it planned out perfectly in my head: If I worked a full time job during the day and a part time job in the evenings for my entire summer, I would have just enough money to afford food and other necessities for the entire semester without having to go to school and work at the same time. Read more »

Typical college weekend with my [f] 22 boyfriend [m] 21

This is a story from college between my husband and I. At the time he was 21, and I was 22. He is a 6 foot tall extremely Jewish looking guy (my weakness lol) who is fit and about 180 pounds. I (was) blonde and 5’4” and 125 pounds.

Dalton lived in the typical bro college house. It was filthy – beer cans strewn about, weed apparatus everywhere, fast food in various states of decomposition. But it was where the party lived. And we partied so hard. Dalton kept his room clean so most the time we would just go hang out in his room to avoid the catastrophic environment in the rest of the house.

Anyway, we had gotten back together from dating in high school and then breaking up (see my previous GW story), and had been dating pretty seriously for about 6 months. We fucked like bunny rabbits alllll the time but there was one time I remember very clearly. Read more »

My [F]un elevator ride with a guy[M] at uni my freshman year

I haven’t always been a slut. I was raised to be sweet and innocent. That’s probably what pushed me. My parents actually told me I was forbidden from dating until I was 18. I was pressured into signing a contract they typed up pledging my virginity to the man I married. With that framed signature I was also given a promise ring. I was 14. It was growing up in this household that made me crave what I was not allowed to ask about, to think about, to act on.

I moved out as soon as I graduated from high school into an apartment style dorm on my campus. Of course in high school I got high, fucked around, but only a little because I had to sneak around my parents. When I was on my own I no longer had to hope my mom didn’t know I had cum on my breath as I avoided her questions of why I was home so late on my way to my room.

I went to parties, I got high, I blacked out, I flirted like hell and loved the attention I got in return. It was one of those nights where my memories fade in and out that I found myself risking my future for some freaky dick. Read more »

Only One Night

So, confession:

My crush on my teacher never really stopped.

Let’s call him Mr. W. It started approximately 9 years ago when I began his English class at small local high school. I had known about him prior to starting the class as my boyfriend at the time would often talk about him. He was known for being a bit of a peacock, overly confident with a favoritism toward his athlete students who played for him on the baseball team. He was newly divorced and the only halfway decent looking teacher on staff, making him the default target of any girl infatuated with an authority figure.

Now, I had never had strong feelings toward anyone. Even with my few boyfriends, I had never found them physically attractive. All of my sexual interest has been targeted at people who are unrealistic, like celebrities. For that reason, I have given up on enjoying that aspect of my life. To this day, I have I have never met anyone in person who I could lust after. Until him. Read more »

The Pregnant Woman on the Ferris Wheel

It was a sweltering day in the middle of July, and FunWorld was packed. I was accompanying my girlfriend of just over three years, Lisa, and her parents, who annually met extended family here for reunions. These familial gatherings were a fairly exhausting exercise, putting on a nice face and talking about my job or whatever other trivial tidbit to 20 different 2nd tier cousins. Standard obligatory boyfriend stuff, but I was still relieved when Lisa and I could break off and do our own thing.

The sun was hanging sexily low in the sky, bathing the amusement park in that magic, yellow-orange, late afternoon summer light. It made Lisa’s platinum blonde bob glisten. We got a funnel cake and sat near a directory sign that laid out the major landmarks of the park.

“What do you feeling like riding?” I asked her.

“Ooooh The Devil’s Dirge!” she excitedly suggested.

This coaster was the park’s newest attraction: one of those towering, loop-filled, highest-allowable-speed-and-height kind of monstrosities.

“Yeeesssss! Think the line is still super long?” We’d considered riding earlier, but the wait was around 3 hours. Read more »

Taking [F]iona – [M]y cougar fantasy come true (long)

(F44) + (M26)

Before I get started, three points:

1. Yes, this is real and using an obvious throw-away account. Events detailed happened over a year ago. This will be the first and only post im making (long-time lurker of this sub, first time poster!)
2. Obviously I changed names, locations and what not. I am sincerely trying to avoid giving any identifiable information here.
3. I realize this post is long, feel free to jump to the action, I marked where it starts.

This starts before I ever started my new job. Just like every other young 20-year-old, I’ve always had a serious cougar fantasy. I dated a girl that was a little bit older than me during my master’s degree, which was amazing. And not just sexually, she really helped me grow as a person and sexual adult, something I had made a point to mention and thank her for. All things end though: at the end of my education I was moving back home and our time was simply over; never any hard feelings between the two. Still, I had never really had a true cougar experience. At that point I moved home and took a place-holder type job while I readied for another run through graduate school (different degree this time). While I prepped for the entrance test, I worked at a financial firm that would not only look good on a resume but get some income in while I got myself ready. Read more »

Burning man exhibitionist (voyeur) (mf) (public sex)

Rose approached the tent that was decorated very out of the ordinary for the desert in July– it had pine logs holding up the tent, various taxidermy and fuzzy knitted throws adorning thrift store sofas. There was a bar separating the lounge and the dance floor area. It was more eclectic mountain cabin than a desert camping tent, but charming. Everyone turned around to welcome Emily and Rose.

“Welcome home, Em!” They cheered.
She laughed.
“Guys, meet Rose! Rose, meet the guys!” she said.
A group of scantily clad festival goers cheered.
“Hey, Baby!”
Rose turned to scan the crowd. No one called her that but her boyfriend.
Yes, it was John!

John came up to Rose and kissed her suddenly and hard that she leaned into him. She wanted more kisses but realized all eyes were on her.

The group cheered again.

“Are you all done with your reporting assignment now baby?” John asked.

Rose pulled away from their kiss and laughed, a little embarrassed. “Yes, all done and ready to dance!” she smiled. Rose tasted whiskey on John and she saw the bar filled with nearly empty liquor bottles. Jesus, everyone here must be wasted already! Read more »

Lucky Threesome Experience [MFM]

I recently got lucky about a month ago. Of all places, I got lucky through the Whisper app, finding a young couple wanting to try a threesome. The guy admitted to wanting to watch his GF with another guy and as I happened to be older, it crossed off another small fantasy of hers (I’m mid 20’s, they were both 19). The guy said he mostly just wanted to fuck her while she sucked me at most, to which I was cool with. I felt a little guilty being with someone young, but ultimately decided to go for it. We all talked some about everything, and I invited them over to my place later that evening. Read more »

Life finds a way [FM]

I’ve lurked on here for a couple of weeks, and decided it was time to share some of my hotter adventures over the past ten-years of being sexually proficient, and we will begin with my first love, Jimmy.

Jimmy and I dated in high school. He was my first love…though not the first person I’d had sex with.

Jimmy was a complete Alpha-make. A six-foot, 200 pound mountain of muscular man. He played football, drank whiskey, smoked cigarettes, and knew his way around a woman’s body…specifically, mine.

We had plenty of wild sex-capades. Our sex life bordered on the obscene. When I first began sleeping with Jimmy, I figured sex was no big deal because my first boyfriend basically climbed on top of me, forced his way inside, and for about three-minutes, would keep me pinned to the bed with his body until the deed was done.

Sex with Jimmy was different in every aspect. It was more like a sport, both of us sweatily trying to get the upper hand, tossing one another around, biting, clawing, and choking the other until one of us made the other lose all control. Read more »