[MF] Velour Tracksuits are Sexy!

TLDR: I am incredibly turned on by women wearing velour tracksuits and talk about why using a stories from my sexual past.

I’m hoping that the title of my post was able to grab your attention haha. This story (more like a coffee induced stream of consciousness) is going to attempt to describe my fetish for velour tracksuits and talk about where it came from and why I am turned on so much by an article of clothing. I’m ready for all the jokes (cue the George Costanza references) and understand where they’re coming from, if you can’t laugh at yourself then who can you laugh at. However, I believe that what I outline provides a good explanation for something that initially seems outlandish (and the sex parts aren’t bad either BTW). In the past I have enjoyed sharing some of my sexual experiences on Reddit and the best part is always the feedback/comments whether they be positive, negative, confused, etc. So without further ado….

[MF] Two old friends in a public park… [Kink]

This is a story from the second summer I was home from college. Back when I was in high school, I was an athlete, so a lot of the people I hung out with also played some kind of sport.

As a result, most of the girls that were in my friend group were all athletic looking, with insane figures. The one exception was a girl we’ll call “Wren” for this story.

Wren was a redhead with pale skin, freckles, and a bit on the thick side. Not super overweight or enormous, but when you put her next to a lot of her friends it was noticeable. Her and I were relatively good friends, and it became pretty obvious that she was in to me, but I just ignored it. When we went to (separate) colleges two things happened: both of our sexual worlds exploded, and I got a little bit of an extra appreciation for girls with a little extra to appreciate. I found that a lot of them, especially the one’s who had those more traditional “drop dead gorgeous” friends who got a lot of attention, were insane freaks.

[MF] Seduced in My Car (REVISED)

INTRO

I’ve been going back and tweaking my old stories and spicing them up a bit more, so I’ve decided to repost them since it’s been a while. I hope you enjoy the updated version, or if you’re reading for the first time, just enjoy the story.

STORY

This was near the end of my senior year in high school. I’d gotten out earlier in the week for grades so I didn’t have to go anymore and the only day I had left that even remotely related to school was going to graduation a few months ahead. So, as you can imagine, I was pretty happy to be sleeping in finally. Except, this particular morning I woke up to my phone ringing. I rolled over and grabbed it to see I was getting a call from Mara.

Ah fuck, what do you want?

Diary of a Call Boy, Entry 1 & 2 [MMF][bi][rape]

Entry 1 – The Rules!
Follow these or pay the price:
-Keep your business and personal life separate.

-Everyone pays. No exceptions.

-Safe sex is more than a condom.

-Play to the clients fantasy, but NO is OK.

-Have an exit plan!

Good Luck!

Hale

Entry 2 – Where to Begin?

I was told it would be good for me to write what happened to me down. I think I understand the necessity as there aren’t really a lot of people I can or even should talk to about this. Additionally I need to get some of this off my chest. So I guess here I go, though I didn’t know it at the time this is my story of how I became a Call Boy.

The British Experience Pt.1 [MF][Mutual Masturbation]

I’ve always fantasized about being with sexy older women and women with British accents. Something about hearing a British woman say ‘fuck me’ just turns me on. Luckily for me, I’ve been able to fulfill both fantasies in my lifetime. Three older women and Erin, a British bombshell who I can proudly say is my fiancé now. This story is about her.

Erin moved to NY with her family a couple years before we met and got accepted to the same college as me on the west coast. We met during our freshman year through a mutual friend and I’ll admit that at the time, she was nowhere close to being a bombshell and she certainly wasn’t the type of girl I fantasized thought about. Standing at 5’6, she had short black hair, a cute but round face and she was more on the chubby side. She did have a nice round ass though. But she had a great personality and coupled with her accent, we quickly became friends.

Over the course of our first semester, we got a lot closer and even a bit flirty at times, but I never took it seriously and never really looked at her in a sexual way…that is, until the winter break.

Teenage skinny dipping, blowjobs and sex at the pool. [MFM] (Part 1 of 2)

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—Part 1/2—

I am a very sex-positive and adventurous. In fact, I have always been a very sexual person. At a young age, I started masturbating all the time, rubbing my vagina with my hand or on/with anything that felt good. My close female friend and I would have sleepovers and we would get naked and touch ourselves and each other. If anything, it was my idea and I wanted to show her how good it felt. She was my first real person I experimented sexually with. We got so close, that we would “practice” kissing each other with tongue so that we would be ready to kiss cute boys. Though we did like kissing each other a lot. I did not know it then, but later I realized I was bisexual. At the age of 15, I lost my virginity to a boy who was 18. Yeah, I was that girl. For a while I regretted it, but I realized I was a sexual person and there was nothing to be ashamed about.

Hooking up with a classmate [MF]

I’m a senior in college, and last semester I was randomly assigned a partner in the class to write a paper with. I’m 5’3″ blonde, womanly figure with large breasts and butt. My partner, let’s call him Peter, is 6’5″, slim but muscular, and very handsome. We are both on the better-looking end of the spectrum compared to the class (Computer engineering majors).

Anyway, throughout the semester we met at least once every week. There was no denying how attracted we were to each other, but it got even better when I got to know him. We liked similar music, tv shows, meme humor. About a month in, we began to get very close, and the sexual tension was building. He couldn’t keep his hands off of me, and I was not objecting at all. When we would work, he would put his hand on mine, rub my shoulders, our knees and arms were always pressed together. It felt light a high school crush. I constantly caught him staring at me instead of focusing on at the task at hand. Occasionally, he would make a risky comments to me. Afraid of making things awkward, neither of us addressed the issue. The paper was worth 50% of our final grade and I was not going to mess this up. We are both on scholarships, and really care about our grades.

Josh [MM] [Best friend]

**This is a long post, but I don’t feel comfortable cut short the details as I feel that if I decide to tell this story, I need to tell you guys as detailed as possible**

I was a victim of bully. You know the typical skinny shy nerd who has no taste in clothes and always carry a thick book around? I was once that kid. And everything started to change when I get into high school.

My family moved to a new house the summer before freshman year started, and my best friend Josh was also living there. Some background information about us. So Josh and I have been best friends for like forever. Our families were very close to each other when we were small as his parents worked with mine. For years of our childhood, we were inseparable. But then when we started middle school, due to family business, both families moved to different places. We didn’t see each other for years, but we still kept in touch frequently, and despite the distance, our friendship never seemed to get cold.

Happy Birthday [MFF]

In my last post, I told the story about how my college roommate and I ended up hooking up the first time after I broke up with my high school boyfriend. After all the positive responses, I figured I’d share another fun story from college. As always, these stories are 100% authentic without any additions, embellishments, etc.

After that night we spent together, Kelly and I started hanging out a fair bit more, going out together, partying together and enjoying our freshman year. We actually did not do much physically after that first night (sorry guys…) throughout the year. It was sometime in the spring of freshman year and we were going out to do our typical partying on a Saturday night. Kelly who was 5’6″ with red hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and an athletic body was wearing skin tight jeans and a black tube top. As a reminder, I am 5’2″, petite, with brown eyes, brown hair and a 32A chest and was wearing tight black pants and a loose maroon top. We were headed out to a party across campus, but were meeting a couple guy friends across the hall to pregame. We had become friendly with these guys, Derek and James, but there was really no sexual tension or even a question of anything physical ever happening. They were both reasonably cute, Todd was an athletic guy, maybe 5’9″, brown hair, blue eyes and James was 6′ tall, a bit scrawny, with brown hair and brown eyes. We just had become good friends and nothing more…watching movies late at night together, late food runs, studying together, etc. It was Derek’s birthday and we figured we’d stop by their room for a birthday shot before we head out. We stop in and we all do shots of Jagermaester before we go our separate ways for the night.