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I a[m] that other guy... FML (M/F)

It didn't sink in until the events over this past weekend, which I'll explain shortly.

Dirty Laundry - A College Dorm Story

This happened about 10 years ago but I can still remember it like it was yesterday. I was 21 working a full time job and she was 22 and in college. We lived together but would sometimes take our laundry to the dorms laundry room because it seemed to be seldom used and was a bit cheaper than the other ones in town.

She was 5'8", long dirty blond hair, full but not fat body and one of the best pair of D breasts I've ever seen.

An office visit

There she stood in the door, all five foot 2 of her. Blue jeans, white sweater, tan skin, black hair with a touch of gray all standing before me in my empty office. The building was oddly quiet, everybody already having gone home on this Friday afternoon except myself, her, and the janitors cleaning downstairs. Ordinarily my heart wouldn't be racing but after a week of flirty texting I hoped this meant what I think it meant. "So you think I can't surprise you?" she asked. She moved forward into my office closing the door.

I was feeling cruel - M/f - BDSM

I was feeling cruel and she was horny.

Each day, every day, she had to masturbate three times, bring herself to the edge, hold herself there for at least a minute and then stop.

I had been away for the weekend and she was not allowed to orgasm without my permission and had not thought to ask me before I left.

My trip had been bad, full of maladies and unfortunate events.

I was feeling cruel and she was feeling horny.

My [FF]irst and only time with a prostitute in the redlight district

This is probably my “wildest” story and I still can’t believe it’s true when I think back on it.

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