Heh. I'm half expecting someone here to tell me I did!
You did the right thing.
Heh. I'm half expecting someone here to tell me I did!
We did have a few other escapades. She really opened my world to a whole new level of sexual adventure. I would visit her at the dorms, she would open the door in stuff like leather pants. She would then give me head while we watched a porn together, deep throating as far as possible, just going to town. She never seemed emotionally damaged or anything, she just loved to fuck and to get as wild as possible. Also, she loved anal, she would say things like "My last two boyfriends got addicted to anal, I want to see if I can make that happen with you. Fuck me as deep and as hard as you can in my ass"
It actually ended on a strange note, she became quite obsessive over me for some reason. Not quite stalker level, but she would constantly call, email, private message even after I told her that we were through. Eventually, I had to tell her that if she didnt stop contacting me, I would print out a bunch of naked pictures and throw them all over campus. Total dick move to say that, but I didn't know how else to deal with the situation. I would have never gone that far of course, just an empty threat.
All in all, I'm not sure if it was a good or bad thing. It was awesome because the sex was fucking fantastic, she would do any dirty depraved thing you were interested in.
On the other hand, it really gave me a warped view on women and sexuality that I still struggle with. She essentially let me use her as an object, doing whatever I wanted. I was at such an impressionable age, my views on sex and women got kind of messed up. Going from that to a normal relationship where the sex is hot but it is a lot more give and take really took a mental adjustment that I still don't know if I have quite made.
Plus, I'm pretty crazy about anal now. My current girlfriend will do it sometimes, but she really doesn't like it and I don't want to make her do things she doesn't like. So, I guess she did turn me into an anal addict? It was like living in a real life porn...
Regardless, it was hot.
I'm sure there not hard to find if you look for them.That kind of woman is exactly what I need in my life right now.
A recent fuck buddy was super embarrassed about that too. She had a really nice minge, but she never wanted me to go down on her. "It's too personal" apparently.
I'd have to be held up at gunpoint to refuse oral, goddamn...
This is interesting actually without an established chronology of events. Either they slept with a model before or never mentioned the other story to anyone.
This is such a great thread. It makes me want to go out and get laid tonight just so I might have something to share.
Fair enough then as long as your safe and responsible there's no problem.The model happened a couple of years before my other story. The threesome thing I posted, happened just a few weeks ago, the weekend of Valentine's Day to be specific. My wife and I normally use condoms with anyone other than each other. However, we've both had occasions when we haven't. We also get tested regularly and remain disease free as of 2014.
And no, I've never mention the threesome story to anyone except my wife.
Fair enough then as long as your safe and responsible there's no problem.
One important detail who was the model?
That's a perfect reasonable stance to make with regards to revealing someones identity. As for stories coming back to haunt you, I've had no experience so far as of yet.I know detective GAF well enough to never disclose any identities on here.
But I'm pretty sure, if I did I wouldn't hear the end of it any time I posted in an unrelated thread.
All of my thoughts were replaced by the sight of glistening water droplets illuminated by sunlight from the bathroom window as they meandered down her body.
Could be worse I suppose really. At least the you learn the purpose of the curtain. I've never had anyone disturb me whilst in the shower that must be awkward for everyone unless they are comfortable with it.What was in reality just a short moment felt like a lifetime before I managed to gather myself and form words. I don't remember exactly what I said in that moment because I was shaking too much to form a coherent sentence, but I'm pretty sure it was along the lines of "Uhhhhhh wrong room"
...I just walked in on my cousin in the shower.
I had been in my own bathroom enjoying what was a routine dump when the toilet manages to clog itself. I'm used to the occasional clog and I can normally clear it up without incident. However, there was no plunger in this bathroom, so I cleaned up, closed the door, and went to go look for it. The plunger always seems to travel the house when I need it, and after searching all the rooms, I narrowed it down to my baby brother's.
I saw that the bathroom door was cracked with the lights off, so I entered the room and walked towards it. I noticed that the air was warm, but I figured nobody was there because my family and our guests had gone to church.
With that thought, I opened the door, and lo and behold there she was towel drying herself. I can see why the other guy stood there when he walked in on his sister-in-law, because I seriously could not move. My heart started beating incredibly fast and it completely incapacitated me. I'd instantly forgotten why I was there. All of my thoughts were replaced by the sight of glistening water droplets illuminated by sunlight from the bathroom window as they meandered down her body. What was in reality just a short moment felt like a lifetime before I managed to gather myself and form words. I don't remember exactly what I said in that moment because I was shaking too much to form a coherent sentence, but I'm pretty sure it was along the lines of "Uhhhhhh wrong room"
She had been using the sunlight from the window to light the room in place of the dull overhead lights, something I used to do when I had a bathroom with a window. I'm still shaking a little, but I did manage to properly explain myself afterwards.
I always wondered why my step mom put a transparent Mickey Mouse curtain in that room, but now I thank the good lord that she did.
EDIT: pic related
This is why you bumped the incest thread, isn't it?
Don't look at the OP then... This isn't the place to judge others.Jesus fucking christ at his post in that thread.
Not that I've been on one but I'd totally recommend exploring instead of sticking to more vanilla sex.Not sure of any other thread to ask this...
Any married person went on a "sexcation"? Wife and I are thinking of going to some beach front hotel and locking ourselves in the room for a weekend. Just wondering if that ends to be more exploratory or do sexcations typical stick to what people are familiar with? And what would you pack?
This is why you bumped the incest thread, isn't it?
She hot, Zoba?
Don't look at the OP then... This isn't the place to judge others.
Well that's one way to finish and to accept an apology from someone. You did help her clean up after?I pulled out and she jerked my load all over her face. It was everywhere.
She looked up at me, all covered in cum, barely able to open her eyes and just said "Apology accepted?"
Was quite a night!
You can post it here it's still a single story so it's not really a derailment to me. Unless you would prefer it's own thread for undivided focus.Thank you for the kind words. I dont want to derail the thread but I have 2 additional parts written and I thought about making a thread for it.
I originally posted the story in one of the BCT OTs. But wouldnt mind putting it up for public consumption.
I've got no problems with that. If anyone else wants to PM me stuff I can post it in their steed as well.So while I do have more stories, I may not share all of them. (If I do, I'll PM them to Stormtrooper)
Well that's one way to finish and to accept an apology from someone. You did help her clean up after?
You can post it here it's still a single story so it's not really a derailment to me. Unless you would prefer it's own thread for undivided focus.
I've got no problems with that. If anyone else wants to PM me stuff I can post it in their steed as well.
Okay fair enough, I usually make the other person look presentable afterwards. It's easier with other girls for obvious reasons really it's far less messy.I did not...We were in the bathroom after all, so she just grabbed some tissue and sorted herself out.
Okay fair enough, I usually make the other person look presentable afterwards. It's easier with other girls for obvious reasons really it's far less messy.
Never experienced a girl who climaxes like that, so I'll take your word for itDepends on the girl! Squirters are always messy.
...I just walked in on my cousin in the shower.
I had been in my own bathroom enjoying what was a routine dump when the toilet manages to clog itself. I'm used to the occasional clog and I can normally clear it up without incident. However, there was no plunger in this bathroom, so I cleaned up, closed the door, and went to go look for it. The plunger always seems to travel the house when I need it, and after searching all the rooms, I narrowed it down to my baby brother's.
I saw that the bathroom door was cracked with the lights off, so I entered the room and walked towards it. I noticed that the air was warm, but I figured nobody was there because my family and our guests had gone to church.
With that thought, I opened the door, and lo and behold there she was towel drying herself. I can see why the other guy stood there when he walked in on his sister-in-law, because I seriously could not move. My heart started beating incredibly fast and it completely incapacitated me. I'd instantly forgotten why I was there. All of my thoughts were replaced by the sight of glistening water droplets illuminated by sunlight from the bathroom window as they meandered down her body. What was in reality just a short moment felt like a lifetime before I managed to gather myself and form words. I don't remember exactly what I said in that moment because I was shaking too much to form a coherent sentence, but I'm pretty sure it was along the lines of "Uhhhhhh wrong room"
She had been using the sunlight from the window to light the room in place of the dull overhead lights, something I used to do when I had a bathroom with a window. I'm still shaking a little, but I did manage to properly explain myself afterwards.
I always wondered why my step mom put a transparent Mickey Mouse curtain in that room, but now I thank the good lord that she did.
EDIT: pic related
Not sure of any other thread to ask this...
Any married person went on a "sexcation"? Wife and I are thinking of going to some beach front hotel and locking ourselves in the room for a weekend. Just wondering if that ends to be more exploratory or do sexcations typical stick to what people are familiar with? And what would you pack?
My libido had thrown in the towel and even though the head was toe curling the rest was stomach churning.
Well that's hilarious then lol.And Stormtrooper, I totally thought the door was locked
I was trying it out afterwards though and I'm not even convinced that that door is actually able to lock.
It's pretty awesome. Little else will make you feel as accomplished in bed than a girl who squirts like crazy when she cums. Definitely worth the mess, IMO.Never experienced a girl who climaxes like that, so I'll take your word for it
I like the loud ones personally, lets me know she's enjoying it.It's pretty awesome. Little else will make you feel as accomplished in bed than a girl who squirts like crazy when she cums. Definitely worth the mess, IMO.
Im sitting there dick to the world, spit dripping down my leg and testicles whilst my bare ass is exposed to the filthiest couch in the US. One hand resting on the back of a now balding female skull the other hand filled with a cheap brunette wig made of second hand horse hair. All the while "10" begins to rise from her knees looking at me like I was the final morsel of food for miles and she hadn't eaten in weeks. That moment is when I realized that muted light is truly a villain. I sat appalled at the thought of what I had gotten into. I stare at a McDonald's cup that hadn't been used for at least 3 months, straw intact with a trail of robust black ants running from a pile of clothes that hadn't scene a washer since the cup was purchased. A filthy pair of mens shoes obviously from another resident or suitor caked with dried earth and pieces of grass strewn about atop an empty box of Cheerwine discolored from time sitting in the only spot exposed to the incoming sun, crimson cans spilled haphazardly across a faded carpet that hasn't seen a vacuum since I was in high school. I was in filth. And there standing in the center looking like an overweight Venus on clam shell of garbage and pestilence began to take her top off. And that's I noticed that the shape she portrayed wasn't her own. Underneath those billowing utters stood a corset fastened with string and a prayer looking for just the right movement to explode from the pressure and her true form to greet the world with reckless abandoned. This is the moment my dick began to recede. My libido had thrown in the towel and even though the head was toe curling the rest was stomach churning. I had to exit. I looked at my watch. 0435. I had to escape. There was no way my penis was going any further. And like a bolt from the blue it hit me. Fuck it just roll out. My captor looked at me with lust on her mind and said she had to run to the bathroom and this is the moment I took my leave. I patted myself down and checked for all my belongings because there is no way I was returning to that gulag. If it was left it was gone for good. And with that I rolled into the night.
It felt like I had been walking for an hour. By this time I didnt see any signs of being followed by my rotund lover. I assume she chalked it up as a lost cause. All I can think is good because I was "lied" to. Shame and sweat rolled down my skin as I began my trek back to post. 0520. I was not making good time. I had an hour to make it back for morning formation. I picked up the pace every stride getting ever longer. But something was nagging me and I remembered the message I didnt check. So I slowed my stride and pressed the speaker button and tapped all four numbers. I pressed 1. "Hey Rio, I was thinking about you and im sitting up tonight with my sister watching her kids while she goes out. I just wanted to talk about yesterday and how much I enjoyed spending time with you. Theres just something special about how you treated me and..... I just wanted to talk. Ill be up until 7 in the morning if you want to talk. Bye. If I don't hear from you I hope we are down for this afternoon after your run". I swear an angel is looking out for me. Without hesitation I called her. I concocted this amazing tale of how I got left at a bar by a friend and I was walking towards post and didn't think I was gonna make it in time. I should be nominated for a Golden Globe. Within minutes ever punctual she arrived and snatched me up. I remember the smile on her face and how happy she was. She looked at me and commented on how bad I smell. I said its the smell of shame. She began to laugh and I chuckled under my breath. A smile started to creep up and I knew I was going to be fine. I sat back and closed my eyes and was happy for the first time since this afternoon. "Daddy!!" In my haze I didn't notice the small being in the car-seat in the back. I couldn't budge after being called a name I had no business carrying. "This is my daughter". I could only utter "Oh".
My legs and lungs hadn't felt this raw since basic. Imagine no less then a couple thousand men and women shuffling in formation to the cadence of 1,2,3,4. It was a hell of my own making and 4 miles later when it was seen fit that I be punished for my transgressions, I received reprieve in the form of a hot shower. My mind and body began to heal in the cooling water. I felt like a sinner that had its sins washed away by the spray of righteousness and Irish Spring. I went about my day tired and in a haze at the mistake I almost made. I couldn't shake the thought that she came and snatched me up. She made an amazing impression. Yeah she had a kid so what its nothing I hadn't dealt with before. And even though my first meeting she called me daddy it was kinda cute. I started to picture a picket fence and the whole nine. It was a warm feeling that I could embrace. But I began to shake it off. What am I thinking I only fucked her once. You cant catch feelings after one time. Hell no. Im a pimp in my mother fucking prime. Damn am I sprung? Nah couldn't be. All the while I am having this inner monologue, I didn't notice Windy City and my boy from New Orleans roll up on me. "Rio, they need you in First Sergeants office ASAP." I asked was it anything wrong. "Nah, they just said to come to the motor pool and find you and bring you down". I asked why didn't they call my cell. "We did, get your shit off vibrate" I run down to the parking lot and hop in my boys white whip. Glancing down at my phone im thinking to myself how the hell did I miss this many calls. And why did I miss a call from back home? Probably nothing. Nawlins pushed it past 60 rolling pass the barracks and passing vehicles like he was in Le Mans. In no time we arrived at Battery HQ and strolled in with urgency. Without any hesitation I paced into First Sergeants office head held high prepared for anything. Whatever happens. "Rio..... We were just contacted by Red Cross......" I didn't know what to think. Looks like I wasn't seeing her tonight after all.
"Your stepmother passed away last night......."
Shit.
It's pretty awesome. Little else will make you feel as accomplished in bed than a girl who squirts like crazy when she cums. Definitely worth the mess, IMO.
...I just walked in on my cousin in the shower.
I had been in my own bathroom enjoying what was a routine dump when the toilet manages to clog itself. I'm used to the occasional clog and I can normally clear it up without incident. However, there was no plunger in this bathroom, so I cleaned up, closed the door, and went to go look for it. The plunger always seems to travel the house when I need it, and after searching all the rooms, I narrowed it down to my baby brother's.
I saw that the bathroom door was cracked with the lights off, so I entered the room and walked towards it. I noticed that the air was warm, but I figured nobody was there because my family and our guests had gone to church.
With that thought, I opened the door, and lo and behold there she was towel drying herself. I can see why the other guy stood there when he walked in on his sister-in-law, because I seriously could not move. My heart started beating incredibly fast and it completely incapacitated me. I'd instantly forgotten why I was there. All of my thoughts were replaced by the sight of glistening water droplets illuminated by sunlight from the bathroom window as they meandered down her body. What was in reality just a short moment felt like a lifetime before I managed to gather myself and form words. I don't remember exactly what I said in that moment because I was shaking too much to form a coherent sentence, but I'm pretty sure it was along the lines of "Uhhhhhh wrong room"
She had been using the sunlight from the window to light the room in place of the dull overhead lights, something I used to do when I had a bathroom with a window. I'm still shaking a little, but I did manage to properly explain myself afterwards.
I always wondered why my step mom put a transparent Mickey Mouse curtain in that room, but now I thank the good lord that she did.
EDIT: pic related
Man, that is HOT!I engaged with consensual intercourse with my female life partner (as established legally through the Pierce County, Washington court) over the course of numerous years, eventually producing a net of two children.
I'm calling bullshit on this. The toilet is clogged and you're looking for a plunger to unclog it. Does she not smell the stench? Who would bath in a room that reeks of someone's shit?
Should have been more specific.
um... two different bathrooms? i was in the basement two storeys below and went to look in the other bathrooms for one.