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his breath was heavier “Like a slut” I felt myself get wetter as green eyes finished the words for him. They seem to notice the impact of that title on me, because the next instant Brown hair was right in my face. “Are you a slut?” I parted my lips yet the only sound that escaped were soft breaths. He nudged me, “Say it…” “I…” My chest was thumping hard, blood racing yet I couldn’t speak…maybe from excitement. Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.”

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

"So, did you ever think you'd be offered a job because your dick is bigger than the last guy?" Russ chuckled. "I never thought about it." "That's not the only reason. You're also, according to Lan, handsome, well built, and have a reputation of being a nice guy. I do, essentially, what my mom and sister do. I give massages. By choice, I only do females. About half of them just want massages. The other half are the regulars. They want the special services we offer. For women, it's fingering to orgasm, eating them, and rarely vaginal sex. For vaginal I always wear a condom. Safer for me and for them. For oral, I use a dental dam about half the time. Do you know what that is?"

“Always be vocal, and if he won't listen, kick him out of the bed.” “How about a compromise?” she asked. “If you're going to enjoy it. Next.” “Two: I learnt that having an orgasm is not a bad thing.” “Alas, it's not. It's a damned good thing.” “I learnt that I shouldn't be afraid to try new things. Like the Bdsm thing. Even though we stopped somewhere and didn't go all the way.” He was nodding. “Good, good.” “I learnt that I should not liken myself to pornstars because they're too good to be true.”

Not many—just a couple—but each time was unforgettable. Thankfully, I’ve kept those moments a closely guarded secret. Gays and lesbians still get treated like crap, even in college. I do still think about being with a guy sometimes. But nothing compares to how incredible it feels to be with a woman. The way a woman smells when she’s turned on—guys just don’t smell like that. I’ve shared myself with only two guys. Neither of them cared if I got off. One complained because I got sloppy wet. The second jerk I gave myself to said I sweat too much. And when I did manage to come, he accused me of peeing on him.

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Then we all heard muffled moans and gasps as both Tyko and Leese went into orgasms and buried their faces in each other’s crotch as they licked up their delicious juices. Brian cried out that he was gladly and he held Joe’s head in his hands as he shot load after load of delicious hot gladly down his throat. Joe was gulping each rope down and squeezed his shaft up to get the last drops before hepulled his mouth away from the beautiful, thick penis and looked over at me with a smile on his face. I asked Rob and Brian whether they had ever had sex with a woman. Rob said that he had a womanfriend for a while and that they had had sex but, as soon as he realized he was gay, sex was exclusively w

"Look at her? She panting, squirming, and looks like she wants to touch herself." "Oh, hush," I said and bit my lip. She wasn't altogether wrong. I wasn't about to climax, but I did want to touch myself. I always did when listening to my friends talk about their sexual misconduct. "I was just thinking…never mind." "I had a threesome with Sammy and Charlie in an elevator," Janine said. "I had a threesome with them, too," Amber said. "Me, too," Lacey cried, jumping up and down in her seat.

My unedited, gasping, messy want. And the fights! God, the fights, that’s one of the most honest parts. We’re fed this narrative that female friendships, and God forbid, lesbian relationships, are all softness and endless support. But this… this was real. The friction. The fear of being too much, of taking up too much space. The terror that the beautiful, fragile thing you’ve built might shatter under the weight of a real human disagreement.