Write a paragraph or two about your most recent intimate experience of any kind

Write a paragraph or two about your most recent intimate experience of any kind.

I knew going into what kind of meaningless and stupid sex she was expecting, but she was expecting it to be fun, and I was hoping she was right. She wasn't though, it was awful. In retrospect that should have been obvious, sex outside in late november is just asking for embarrassment.

The cashier looked me in the eye this time

Every moment was like the one at the cafe. The girl stared at the emptiness to my right. I paid and thanked her. She thanked me. I tipped the girl. I contemplated writing something on the paper, but I didn't. She turned back then again towards me and smiled. I smiled. She turned a third time and walked back to her post. Her gaze resumed to the tantalizing nothingness. I understood her. It was all I wanted, too. Nothing.

it was a mistake. i was drunk. she was drunk and on something else. she got upset halfway through but said it wasnt my fault. i left. she texted me and i blocked her.

>tfw new qt cashier near my apartment keeps fliritng with me
>can't do anything about it
why am i like this

Rape.
Sexual harassment.
Shame on you.

I was in a bed with two good friends, one a girlfriend of another good friend. Me and this latter person couldn't sleep, so we started playing with each other to pass the time of the night. (We had been together before, so it's not like
'cheating' is of huge importance in her relationship, and everything was cool).
She placed my dick between her thigh and her panties and started to stroke the base. I wiped off the precum that seeped through the panties' lace as it came, feeding it to her. The fact that our other friend was asleep and unaware next to us gave it a sense of danger. Eventually, the sounds we were both making were enough that we had to move to another room or else we would wake our other friend. I asked if I could give oral sex back, but she declined, so she just gave me head in the other room until I finished and we slept for a couple hours after that.

I think it's funny when girls try to be sexy. The last one told me how hot it is that I precum so much.

She held me. For the first time I experienced female contact, and I understood what all the fuss was about. I reciprocated; tighter. It was one of those moments that you wish could last forever and yet at the same time, want to happen again and again. As we pressed closer to each other I felt the familiar feeling of lust creep from the back of my mind. I wasn't going to settle with a simple cuddle ot spoon. I wanted more. I lean in for a kiss. as if non-verbally asking her permission. She accepts. Her lips are soft and moist. I move my hand threw her hair. She holds my back like she about to fall, when I've already have. I kiss her neck and her head arches back. I unintentionally whisper "I love you" She chokes out "I love you too". I pull my head back to look into her eyes. They're so big and watery now, She's so beautiful. I lean in for one more kiss and I close my eyes. I wake up tired, sad, and alone. This was nothing more than another night of my mind mocking me. A torture to cruel, least I submit to every night. Yet I have my way of coping. I masturbate to the memory before going to sleep.

I haven't seen another living human being in 8 months.

Who's that ugly bitch anyway?

Teach me. I value alone time a lot but I always find myself dickdeep in some birds fuckhole.

you just stop answering your phone or replying to messages, after 3 years they all go away. then you develop a system to feed yourself without interaction.

For a brief moment, my penis rubbed against my mother's vagina, and then I was born.

I just feel so rude doing that. I guess I'll have to break a few hearts if I want a break myself.

Sexual harrasment.

It is the way she sometimes looks at me when she's on the phone. This deep look, which you can't determine she's having because she's focusing on the conversation, or is it just a way to play with me. We share the same office space.

Why is so hard to find pics of Kennedi, bros? I just want to see her cute face.

Seen any corpses?

>I guess I'll have to break a few hearts

Protip: none of them actually care

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You're too kind, user. Now keep posting them.

Not to mention how outgoing she is, very sane and careful, but also has this kind of dominatrix smile which makes me feels butterflies in my stomach when I see her walking around. Long legs, fit, wide hips, large breast that ondulates everytime she giggles. This is a nightmare.

...

mom gave me 3 hundy for my birthday
figured I should save it for a bond to move out, because I'm too old to be living at home and the whole 'I'm just living here because I can't cope in the real world thing' must be wearing thin
so I pop like 6mg of k-pins and browse the local hooker websites
she's korean and her bio says she's 19.
from experience this means she's about 32
100 bucks for half an hour whatever
but it's my birthday and I get free entry to the, bathouse
so I douche too hard and it's all going badly and I think I'm blacking out also why did I take that codeine man I feel good though
time travel to the bathouse it's shut
of course it's fucking xmas eve even faggots get holidays I guess
maybe I'll trawl the red light district while I wait for my hooker appointment.
wow I can barely stay in line there's fucking cops everwhere did I just run a red light
I pull over. she is disgusting, she is literally showing her vagina her skirt is so short. I ask how much for a blowjob. she insists on using a condom. I call her a stupid cunt and drive off. was that too harsh?
I aimlessly drive, somehow I am now ina supermarket. I buy a carrot and lube and shove it up my ass in my car. I consider buying alcohol but I mean that's just too far, right? I'm not THAT bad I'm not like THOSE poeople
where's the address? why is it so hard to find a fuckkng map or directions?
there's xmas lghts on the brothel, it actually looks pretty in an exploited chink whore kinda way
I walk up there's three sitting out in robes talking some gook nonsense, I'm literally stumbling and they laugh at me?? who care they are whores I am not so I fucking win BICHES
this must be the one I'm fucking? she's alright I guess.
100 dorrar! I pay her. I ask if it's okay I wear my rubber band. she looks at me like it's the most normal request she's had all day. I super tight up my cock with theband and just start straight fucking her
she makes me stop and says we go far slower.
she jacks me off for like 10 minutes striaght, Ifeel her vagina. I am disgusted with how many other man would have done this. She blows me. It doens't feel that good. I want to hurt her. I ask if I can slap her ass she says some gook shit I don't even know what's going on all these drugs are getting heavy
and now at all points there's a moral issue. clearly she is being exploited. it's xmas eve, she says she works seven days a week no holidays, the boss takes her money. all this while I'm fucking her from behind. She seems to be dealing with the pain at this point? is she just playing it up my dick not that big lol?
she reminds me there is only 5 minutes time remaining. I try to mouth fuck her, she keeps telling me to cum and hurry.
I wish I was at the bathhouse
I hate birthdays. times up
she says I should have a shower (is she insulting me? do I smell? YOU smell ugly hooker!)
I am not putting my feet on the floor of a public brothel shower, so I just chuck a towel on the shower floor.

I leave with my free complimentary sparkling water. She says I should come back. Is she being ironic?
I literally didn't cum in 30 minutes you dumb whore why would I come back? it's like going to a bar and slamming back shots and not getting drunk?
and the bartender thinks I'm gonna be back?
I'm finding it very difficult to drive.
this is bad immoral and dangerous, this is a very degenerate day did I just run a red? nah surely not
why did I pop the morphine? I'm gonna die
I'm jacking off while driving
back home
to the porn and 4 minute jack and cum
how was the party with friends says mom
it was fun
I lie
my head down to sleep off
my regret
that I was even born to have a birthday in the
first place

How old is that girl and what's the deal with her?

Internet frees people from their creepiness, that's what's going on.

I hope you're right.

Mom hugged me last week.

I took your panties off from behind you and shoved my cock in. You were wet enough, but I had dribbled on my member first in order to lubricate it. Your father had got me to lubricate his rear differential for his old car the other day... I thought about the gears whirring, lubricated by the green oil I'd fed it... I saw tears shine on your face once you turned your head slightly, being illuminated by the luminescence of my laptop screen. After a few thrusts, my conscience bubbled up and told me to stop. I did. What's wrong, I asked. Nothing, you said. A few thrusts more. It felt pretty good, with you on your belly and me rogering from behind. I liked taking control, even if at your expense. No, no. No, what's wrong? Nothing, you said again. So, I turned your cheek over to me and we kissed. It's because you were being mean to me all day, and then expect sex when you treat me like shit. OK. I'll stop, I said. So I did. You came up and said I could fuck you if I apologised and kissed you. I did both. Then I fucked your brains out, came hard - both of us, and I fell asleep.

When I was asleep, I had a dream our fathers were one - a single methed-up dad, whose druggie girlfriend had a disabled child with him. The child came out of the womb almost hopeless - addicted, decrepit. I looked after it myself and the army came to make an anti-drug film about the boy. He didn't want to do it. It was embarrassing, exploitative. I decided to pitch a movie idea to the Army Official who came to our house. A horror movie, I said. An allegory about addiction, something Lovecraftian - the lurching horror of everpresent addiction. They were interested, but I said it had to be lighthearted for my half-brother, and I danced in front of them all to show them how lighthearted, silly even. My bro laughed, and the Army Official said OK. When we filmed the film, there was a slapstick scene between some Chthulic monster and the protagonist, but there was someone else on set. Not supposed to be there. It was a burglar or something. He reached his hand into the hole he made in a movie trailer's window. He tried to grab something, before a security guard warned him he would use force. He took no notice. Then the guard tried to stab the guy's hand. Nothing. He kept moving, then he grabbed the knife after being stabbed a few more times, and stabbed back at the guard. I woke up. It felt like my skin was covered in cuts.

They do, user.

I wouldn't call them loved ones if they hadn't done so.

>Write a paragraph or two about your most recent intimate experience of any kind.
Does screwing ur mom count? (I admit it wasn't a very intimate pump-n-dump.)

disgusting in many ways but thoroughly engaging, thanks dude

kek iktf

After awkwardly strolling through the dark park on Saturday, simply making good conversation, talking about how much we hate our parents and how much we hate other People. We decided to enter the dark park playground and I being the adolescent I was quickly let get off her hand and bounded onto the closest climbing frame then after swinging by the sandbox jumped onto the seesaw, alas she was not on the seesaw but was on this massive basket swing, she beckoned me over so I climbed on. Now surely you've heard of this massive basket swings in London, all the girls love to get group pictures in the them, about five or six bunched in, but the problem was these girls weren't six foot one so trying to get comfy on the swing meant having to cuddle up with her, perhaps she knew this which is why she went straight for the basket, maybe not. Despite that you felt compelled to lift her legs up and heave them over yours and move your arms under her back, heads almost touching..but one thing was wrong the basket swing..well..wasn't actually swinging, it was too motionless for your liking so like every normal teenager you lift the comfort grips of you date and jumped up and shifted up the weight, so now instead of laying motionless like a snake awaiting it's prey you swung barely in the still wind. Luckily she found it amusing, you explanation on why you wanted to move. Moving back down to her warmth back to where you where. now the swinging had pointed you in front of a building with a crane, a really red light on it, liking it to a star she was poignant there was no stars, you simply remarked how the stars where directly above her with a quick feint of your head, she looked upwards and with the moonlight in her eyes and you above her you kissed her in the dark park on the starless moon filled Saturday night

>qts flirt with you
Count your blessings

i have an even worse one
>best friend moves out of town
>invites me to go see the new home
>his neighbors are throwing a party so we all go out
>like he always does, immediately falls in love with a qt there
>he's tryna put the moves on and wants me to dance with her sister
>I sperg out and dont
>they start dating anyway
>see the sister a bunch when hanging out with them
>realize she's kinda qt
>look forward to talking to her when the four of us are out
>kinda get the feeling she doesn't like me
>also I just act like an autist every time I'm around her
>decide fuck it its not working out
>notice that my friend is way more into this girl than she is into him
>have a man-to-man with him and tell him she might just be wasting his time
>he takes my advice and tells me he doesn't love it out there and wants to move back
this is where it gets complicated
>little while passes, go to visit my aunt with a different friend
>cousin tells me there will be company
>some guy who works for my aunt
>get ready for a nice meal and in walks the fucking sister
>turns out shes best friends with the wife of the random guy who works for my aunt
>shes still qt af
>sweating buckets
>spaghetti is trying to eject from my pockets at the speed of light
>she tells my other friend that i'm too aloof
>because nothing else works decide to just tell the truth and say im shy
>like a typical woman she basically tells me bee urself
>doesn't matter, realize I'm basically in love with her
>decide fuck it i'll tell her how I feel
>wait a couple days because we'll both be in town
>find her alone and just spurt out everything
>she says no
>turns out she hates me
>turns out my other friend told her that I broke my best friend up with her sister while trying to talk me up
>mfw she said from the very beginning, from the first moment she may almost say, of her acquaintance with me, my manners, impressing her with the fullest belief of my arrogance, my conceit, and my selfish disdain of the feelings of others, were such as to form that ground-work of disapprobation, on which succeeding events have built so immoveable a dislike; and she had not known me a month before she felt that I was the last man in the world whom she could ever be prevailed on to marry

I moved in with a couple I met at work two years ago.
They broke up about six months ago after she told him we'd had sex. Now they didn't break up because we'd had sex, but it seemed to be the catalyst. We all still live together and are even planning a second apartment in the same city once our lease is up. She and I have had sex a few more times since the first, without much guilt, but I was very relieved a few days ago to hear them having sex in their room.

I saw her outside walking towards the door, as she entered the cafe I was enamored by the idea of knowing this beautiful girl was about to come sit down and talk to me. I got up and said hello with a welcoming hug. The naturalness of our connection and the easy flow of our conversations made me feel like I've known her already without realizing it.

We smoked a joint she brought in my car and drove to river of lights. We saw lions, dragons, butterflies, christmas bells, and volcanoes all lit up with these big and bright lights which left everywhere you went filled with color and vibrancy. Talking for hours in the forgetfulness of time made us miss the bus to where we parked. We sat towards the back and I put my arm around her, the attraction was obvious and we kissed the entire ride back. We drove to a park and it felt like the kissing never stopped before we went to the backseat. Staying out until four in the morning making love is most definitely a great first date I'd say.

Until this Friday, when we meet again.

Why do I get the sense that some of these stories are being made up.

What does it matter? Post something from the heart user, even it's pretend for the sake of filling a void.

I have a hard time believing sex actually exists, I don't even believe I was created by sex either I think I just randomly came into existence as a baby.

An old friend from school came to visit me. She brought weed, I had wine - both went well with our main course of nostalgic tripe. We laughed about how much I had changed over the years. I used to have long hair, now I'm bald and have a beard. It was a good laugh. She told me that she mostly fucks girls now and laughed her crooked smile. We went to bed after watching some australian comedy show. After some moments apart in bed she turned around and nestled her head in my chest. Her hair smelled of smoke. She moved her hips slightly, as if to disguise her intent, and rubbed my crotch with hers. I got hard and started kissing her although I felt uncomfortable. I'm always uncomfortable in these situations. They're not for me. I lost my erection when she wanted me to penetrate her but she wasn't mad, just told me to use my fingers. So I did. I bit her neck and kissed her ears while trying to ignore the cramp in my right forearm. She was insanely wet and kept laughing about how I had a beard. How she had never kissed someone with a beard. How muscular I had become. Moaned. She moaned. Kept grinding her hips against my cramping forearm. Kissed me. Moaned. I noticed a huge wet spot on the bed but I kept going until she came. She got on top of me, smiled seductively and slowly moved downwards until I told her to stop. I told her my libido had been dead for the last couple of months but I don't think she believed me. Afterwards we slept arm in arm, trying to avoid the huge wet spot in the middle of the bed. The next morning I fingered her to orgasm again. Same cramp. Same moans. Same everything. Then we had coffee and she left.

Ye. That was it.

I hope this is fiction, you are a character, and you are writing a book

Christ dude. You must be some scummy guy.

I ran away again

Didn’t catch on until the end, nice

fahk u

I think your metaphors are a bit off. You can’t “laugh a smile”. That stuff comes off really poorly if it’s not done well.

Ah, good point. English isn't my first language so I frequently mess stuff like that up when I try writing english prose.

hahahahaha

rawdogged a fatty few nights back and i think i caught a std. fml?

She looks very young. Kind of creepy to post pics of a little girl.

I cried as she let me stay inside her for the last time.

>those eyebrows

Nothing wrong with them. user. She's a cute.

I once got talking to a guy from a soc thread - we really got on as we had read the same books, watched the same shows, he seemed intelligent and was really funny. He didn't even live that far from me. We flirted a bit and I even told my friends about him. Then on one day, he got drunk, pressured me to send pics and called me some names.

I stopped talking to him but god I really wish the last part didn't happen and that I knew what hes doing now.

Right now he's probably fucking the soul out of some Stacy. You fucked up by not sending him the pics.

I mean I really doubt that, he's not the really the kind

no she’s neotenous and ugly, low fitness

trap

either catfish or scared of irl interaction

There's something emasculating about being pressured into sex by a woman.
It's bizarre; I've had sex with other people before, and it was her first time, but I was still far more uncomfortable with it then she was. It's happened to me before with a one-night-stand, but this time we've been together for six months. I adore her, or at least I think I do, but this is making me question whether there's something I'm subconsciously unhappy with.

Went to a new Asian massage parlor, one closer to my new commute. The woman there is old, but she has delightful hands. She lightly traced my cock and was light with her touch for a while before she went to town, in which I then came in seconds. She knew from last time. This was my second visit.

>write thing
>come back later and read it
>its incomprehensible and difficult to read
I should have used reddit spacing.

disgusting and you should all be shamed by your families for being predators.

Not the person you responded to but what do you mean by "catfish"?

Not the person you're asking, but a catfish is someone who engages people on a dating website under a false identity.

ascended to the astral plane

Is that the astral plane? It looks p shitty.

Ah, wow! Great writing for English not being your first language. I’d have been a little less harsh with my criticism had I known (I’d say the same thing, but nicer). Maybe this is a good lesson for myself

Who is the guy on Veeky Forums who posts these women and how does he get these pictures?

My girlfriend was taking a shower. I got in and the water was hot. We fucked in there.

I've spoken to a boy a few weeks ago and I've been asked out by people who are too old for me but I haven't had proper interactions with boys for ages - probably because I'm in an all girls school and I don't know many boys

Kissless r9k robot

It's not one person
Welcome to Veeky Forums

I put on my eating shirt approximately 5 minutes before the lasagna was ready. The enticing smell wafting from the oven. It played with my senses, making my stomach grumble and drawing beads of sweat from my forehead. As I cut it, strings of cheese anchored the greater cheesy, saucy mass to the square pieces I lifted out and sat upon the plate. After drawing a sufficient stack, I set up a TV tray in front of my 75 inch 4K tv to enjoy a recorded show while I ate. As the fork lifted the still steaming lasagna to my mouth, my brain released dopamine and I achieved a state of bliss. Time blurred. After an unknown amount of time my show was paused and my plate was empty, a sensation of bloat in my stomach. I cleaned the dishes and put the remaining lasagna cuts in Tupperware containers for future use.

Cuckolding is so degenerate, and you still live together. I know I should dislike you, but it is really the other guy who accepts this, who is the reall retard. What a weak and pathetic beta male.

How dare you

Serious question: Do you acknowledge a difference between cuckolding, with the construct of a winner and a loser male, and equal polyamorous relationships and/or swingers?

>t. cuckold

No I’m a late 20’s virgin but nice try. I’ve never been involved in sexual politics.

There is a difference I suppose, the traditional definition is sex outside a relationship without the partner's knowledge, but the term "cuckolding" has taken new meaning in contemporary use.

I think any sort of "polyamorous" or multipartner scenario is very antithetical to the ways that humans bond. There is a semantic difference, but not much since both undermine the emotional aspect of any relationship in an effort to have pleasure. It is unhealthy, and consenting to such a relationship shows a lack of self respect and means that the man usually consenting to such a broken relationship is weak and pathetic. So weak and pathetic that his "girlfriend" needs sex from others. It's just not healthy, either way.

Also virgin

Satan trying to sneak this in...

>So weak and pathetic that his "girlfriend" needs sex from others

But what about double penetration, which serves the purpose of tightening the hole you are penetrating for increased pleasure?

At least you can tell when it's happening, I have no idea girls are flirting with me until I'm sitting in bed the next night trying to fall asleep remembering all of the mistakes I've made in my life.

>with the construct of a winner and a loser male,
That'll come up whether you like it or not

What immediately catches my eye is the lack of interest in the man’s needs. The woman is framed as a naturally roving partner, only to be locked down by a sufficiently endowed and masculine man. While the man is viewed as a strictly monogamous entity with no desires beyond that. How do the dynamics change if we make it FMF instead of MFM? What if more than one of the partners is bisexual/pansexual? It’s hard to consider these things without considering the context in which they occur.

That is simply using another person to masturbate. Sex should ideally strengthen an emotional bond, this is usually not the case when spit-roasting a whore.

See here What if the two males are involved with one another? As they often are in these cases of sexually fluid/poly pairs?

Most normal men require a stable relationship with a female, having two women at the same time doesn't change the dynamic that a relationship will have an imbalance. You usually only find a polygamous set up like that in already dysfunctional communities like Mormons or Muslims.

Humans were meant to pair bond, this is what we are biologically designed for.

There's no way of writing it without it sounding like some horrid YA trash, I'll abstain.

>recent intimate experience of any kind.
Six years is to long

my mother finally confronted me about my aversion to people. she asked me what i would do for employment and money if she were to suddenly die. i told her i could interact with people if i were getting paid but that outside of that i would much rather be left alone.

Yesterday i was riding in the backseat of a car with this girl L. It was all of our friends, going to "family dinner " at a little Mexican joint after smoking. I could feel the known sensation of boyish desire pulling at me. When she leaned into me, or when we spoke hushed and intimate my heart yearned to know hers. I laughed with her and breathed in her smile and her glowing yellow aura. I loved her for the duration of the ride.

At the bank. In the morning. I enter the warm and comfortable surroundings of the bank office after having walked all the way there in the freezing cold. I get a ticket from a que-machine that reads “227”. There are nine people before me in line. I come to the conclusion that it’ll take thirty to fifty minutes, approximately, before my turn is here. I try heading for the seats where I can sit and relax until it is my turn. To get there I have to pass a line of people. I register in my field of vision a beautiful woman standing in line, most likely in her early to mid-twenties. I instantly re-direct my route so that I have to pass her to get to the seats. I know I somehow have to catch her attention and alarm her that I have to go through, so that she’ll move aside for a second. I am looking forward to it, because I love her hair. It is long and blond, slight curls at the end and I can see from here that it smells like the ocean, the heaven or something in that general direction. It’s hair that is so smooth that you can never quite get it. Take a grip on it and it’ll just slide from your hand, free as it ever was, leaving you dumbfounded where you stand.


She doesn’t show much skin, it being winter and all, but her skin is still present. I close in on her and I look forward to gently placing my hand on her shoulder, a message that “Hey, I have to go through”, but also an alibi for a sensual touch. I am very close to her now. And then it happens. She notices me and the direction my feet are heading. She smiles at me a smile that gives me a sense of inner peace, before she takes a step to the side allowing me to pass by. It is so incredibly tragic, as I had really looked forward to that touch. I walk past her without the chance of touching her even in the slightest and find my way to a seat that looks comfortable enough.

There is something very disgusting about this that I can’t put my finger on.

Lol if you saved that you're a necrophile.

this comes off as a wild night out or a really depressing lifestyle

>I fucking loved reading this thanks for making my dad, user