Starla, the Vampire! (Sex Journal 14-16/4/16); [Fm][nonfic][sm][l-bomb!?]

Hey, Reddit! Starla isn’t dead, don’t worry. It’s just been crunch time around here, as far as my studies go. Haven’t had as much time to write. More will come as I finish up my finals, so stay tuned. As always, enjoy~

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“Nice to meet you. My name is Starla, and your baby boy beats my pussy like it stole something. Every. Goddamn. Night.”

That’s not what I said to Mark’s mother when I met her. Boy, I wish I was that brave. No, I barely said anything to her at all, actually. He just introduced me over Easter dinner at the local Golden Corral. We’re all low caliber folk, here, so go ahead and put that judgment away right now, reader. You know good and well you would eat bacon wrapped sirloin for 9 bucks, by itself. On top of it being a full buffet—

StupidSlutsClub Virgin Challenge Gets Me Reminiscing About My Lame V-Card Loss to Lazy Hooker. [MF]

I was lurking over at /r/stupidslutsclub where the girls are doing a slut challenge where they take the virginities of a bunch guys for fun or points or what ever,

IDK but I started thinking about how lucky some of those guys are, well at least compared to what I had experienced when I lost it.

I also thought about a bunch of fakers getting laid pretending to be virgins, I was thinking it as such a disservice to all the needy virgins because the sluts there might lose trust in the challenge or something. (lol) Thinking I could help bridge some empathy from the fakers to the virgins I started writing out my lame experience of losing my v card in the comment section on one of the posts of that sub reddit where the concern of fakers was briefly expressed by another user,

But I realized it was no place for my shitty writing, it was long & badly written, I dont usually write or tell stories and it would probably get down voted and Ill feel stupid so I thought to post this crap here instead. Its actually longer and more detailed now. great.

[M]y Girl [F]riend? Or her best [F]riend? Part 4 [Conclusion] [LONG] [Threesome]

[Part 1] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/64ny5f/my_girl_friend_or_her_best_friend_decisions/)

[Part 2] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/66fvi7/my_girl_friend_or_her_best_friend_part_2/)

[Part 3] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/66t57l/my_girl_friend_or_her_best_friend_part_3/)

So lets fast forward a few weeks. Liz and I were still dating and she was getting more daring sexually on every date. Jacqueline and I had stepped up our game and began having sex on an every day basis either before or after school. Ever since I had found out Jacqueline’s secret, I had been dropping subtle hints to Liz about possibly having a threesome, or even just trying new things. She had never gone this far sexually with anyone so she was timid about things, but at the same time, she was hungry for more of the things she liked. One evening, Liz and I were on a date. We went out to eat, and Jacqueline “happened” to be there. Liz immediately asked Jacqueline to join us. Little did Liz know, it had been planned for a week. The whole time during dinner, Jacqueline kept talking about how sad she was about breaking up with her last boyfriend and even made a comment about possibly wanting to see what dating a woman was like. Liz laughed a bit, but didn’t react negatively to the comment. I had snuck in some whiskey to mix with our drinks. Liz accepted and after a glass of whiskey and coke, she was being very flirtatious and handsy with me. Jacqueline and I knew we were on the right track. A couple more drinks in Liz and we could bring up the idea.

Shy College Girl [BBW][MF]

I started working the neighborhood bar right out of high school. It’s a college town so we’re pretty much dead five days a week, and a madhouse on Friday and Saturday. Typical for most bars I guess, and the owner always had more of us on than he really needed to so it was easy work. (The place went under after a couple of years due to his bad management, but what the hell – we had a good time while it lasted.)

So every weekend it was the same thing: perky college students would pack the place, bright eyed and full of that optimism that they would be the ones to change the world, and I would serve them booze and watch them awkwardly flirt. I made friends with a lot of them, played wingman for a few of my buds helping them hook up, and generally rolled with the party.

But you can only play wingman for so long. This never-ending parade of young, hyper-sexualized people looking for a good time started to wear on me, and I found myself focusing less on my work and more on the incredible asses passing by the bar.

Taking the virginity of our High School’s outcast [mf] [bullying, humiliation, rescue, hurt/comfort]

I was no snob in school. Despite being beautiful, meaning I had some lucky genes, I still hung out with a rag-tag group of retards. Just nerdy, strange, people. People who didn’t exactly fit it. Mostly because a lot of them were androgynous or gay/trans, also because they played games, watched anime, the typical considered geeky stuff. So I wasn’t by any means the top of the social food chain. Though even my friends considered me out of place among them. Having come from an extremely wealthy family I dressed well, was white, female, straight teeth, great vision, couldn’t gain an ounce of fat even when I tried. Like I said not stunning but rather lucky genetically. Enough to feel like an outsider in my insecure group of dorks. Also weird enough mentally and emotionally to feel like an outsider among the preppy rich kids.

No where was right for me. Trying to fit in I held a lot of thoughts and emotions back. About life, depression, sadness, I was very angst ridden for a while.

Sweet home Chicago [MF]

He is someone I have a lot of history with, goes back to high school now in our mid twenties. He says I’m the love of his life and I know he’s mine but I won’t tell him because I am not ready. Our chemistry is amazing. I recently moved back home, Chicago. He is black, I am Hispanic and we are both good looking people ( my humble opinion and strangers lol). The other day we had date night and it was one of the most passionate nights of my life

We started the night by going to a comedy show. We drove down lakeshore which is a street next to Lake Michigan and you get a gorgeous view of the city skyline as you ride In front of it. I wore a dress, I’m small but curvy and he couldn’t keep his eyes off me. He held my hand while he drove and “accidentally ” brushed his hand between my legs raising my dress. I told him to stop and he told me ” you knew what you were doing when you put that on” he asked me if that turned me on and I lied and said no. After a really fun time at the show we went to a very nice place downtown Chicago where there is bowling, pool tables, arcade etc.

[MF] ASIAN FEVER

So background info on myself, 5’11, Built like a tank and ready to run through walls, Pakistani descent and rocking the average 5′ cock.

So this happened at the end of high school and just before heading to university, both of us obviously 18. The girl in question was Lucy, 5’1, Curvy with big tits for her frame and the cutest nose I’ve ever laid eyes on lol, not the best ass I’ve seen however it would do. She was of Chinese descent. So this made it almost taboo and extra exciting for both.

We had both been talking to each other for a while, as friends while also sending the odd dirty texts to each other. We had talked about sex on multiple occasions and how we would do it. Discussing going down on each other, positions and other people we would want to fuck.

Term was coming to an end and with us heading to different universities, we most likely wouldn’t see each other again. So we arranged for a meet up at hers while her parents were away. Her mum had sorted her out with birth control pills, so she wanted to go raw.

My sisters roommate (part 1) [mf]

So in my last story I talked about how I had hooked up with my little sisters roommate which caused them to get into a fight that led me to staying over and hooking up with my little sister.

This time I’m gonna start talking about my times with my little sisters roommate/best friend. Now for clarity me and her had an on going thing for about 2 years never really getting together until about a year into it after I had lost my vCard and had gained some confidence. That being said I probably wouldn’t be where I am today without her and the boost to my self esteem that started with her.

Ok background I grew up in a very strict Christian home and because of that I for the majority of my life had thought that I should wait until marriage to have sex. I had a very long and serious relationship that had started in high school and went on until I was almost out of college. She was a missionaries kid so we never went further than a little bit of oral but it led me to be awkward about sexual situations sense I was under the impression that sex was something that only people “in love” could do.

[M]y Girl [F]riend? Or her best [F]riend? Part 3

[Part 1] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/64ny5f/my_girl_friend_or_her_best_friend_decisions/)

[Part 2] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/66fvi7/my_girl_friend_or_her_best_friend_part_2/)

The next morning, I got ready for school totally anticipating the surprise Jacqueline had to tell me. We all went to a private school so I was typically dressed in slacks and a polo shirt, and the girls usually wore skirts with polos. I pulled on my uniform faster than normal, grabbed my bag and left 30 minutes earlier than usual. My parents had already left for work so I didn’t even have to come up with an excuse for leaving so early. I hopped in my truck and headed on down to the park near school.

I remember it was gloomy overhead as I pulled up, the spring rain was constantly rolling in. Jacqueline was already there waiting for me. I climbed down from my truck just as it started to sprinkle. I got into the passenger seat of Jacqueline’s car and she immediately gave me a kiss and hug. She told me she missed me so much and that she couldn’t wait to see me. I kissed her back but felt strange that she was so happy to see me knowing that the day before I licked and fingered the hell out of her best friend. She could tell I was perplexed and ran with it. Instead of jumping right in to telling me her secret, she started small talk. She asked about my classes and homework, my truck… I couldn’t handle it. Finally I cut her off, and flat out asked her what her big secret was. She smirked at me with a devilish grin.

A good reason to go to your high school reunions [MF, oral]

I received the letter in the mail inviting me to my high school’s 15-year reunion. I had to double check that it had actually been 15 years. I don’t have the best memories from high school so I wasn’t even sure if I was going to make the trip back home to see a bunch of people that I didn’t talk to anymore.

After escaping high school l, graduated college, then grad school and found a job that I’m good at and pays well enough. Backtracking 15 years to rub elbows with people that didn’t like me then and will probably resent me now.

So why did I go? Part of me wanted to rub it in their faces. Part of me wanted to see the real life version of Facebook, the ones with rapidly receding hair lines, the ones who grew their beer bellies in collegiate drinking competitions, and the ones who peaked in high school.

Before I knew it my flight home and hotel were booked for that weekend in June. I spent most of the flight wondering who else would show up to this thing. Undoubtedly all the cool kids from high school would be there. But all the others like me are more or less a coin flip.