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this story is jokes. so you need a ride home, first thing she thinks of is, I'll call my boyfriend to come pick you up?? sounds like your getting set up for this.

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cuckold

 

That's what I didn't get. How did she explain your presence to her boyfriend? Did he not even ask as to why you were in his girls house, alone and what you'd been doing?

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She's a sexual maniac. Deviant. He probably knows exactly what happened.

 

Now he's gonna get cool with you. You'll fuck her again, might not see him. Go back for thirds and fourths, well, you just might catch him giving you a ride home again. One time you'll be taking a piss right after fucking her and he'll walk in on you. He'll be super apologetic, of course, and it will be a little awkward, but not an issue.

 

Then you'll get to thinking about it, while you're chilling at home. You'll think to yourself "wait, I never heard him pull up. The front door never opened." As the chilling truth dawns on you, the tire iron will already be making its equally chilling descent, and come to rest somewhere behind your left ear. Shouldn't have left that window that sticks unlocked just because it sticks, forsit. Shouldn't have let him know where you lived eventually either.

 

You'll come to tied to a chair in someone's basement with a ball gag in your mouth. Bloodied and disoriented, you're going to squint as a couple figures come into view. Homegirl and her boyfriend? The fuck? He's gonna come forward, super apologetic, and confide that he's really sorry he had to do this. You see, she's insatiable. He quit his job to satisfy her. Mail order porn, male escorts. None of it is enough for her. "Sorry I had to do this man. Really I am. But she needs this, and you were just at the right place at the right time."

 

You'll choke back fear and vomit when you see the girl approaching you, holding a pair of electric clamps. The fuck is she gonna put those? you'll think to yourself in fear. The fear doubles when you notice your pants and boxers are missing. Noticing the fear in your eyes, she'll laugh. It's a hollow laugh, devoid of emotion, but meant to sound comforting. "What's the matter, forsit? Don't you like sex?"

 

So basically, yeah, don't feel bad.

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She's a sexual maniac. Deviant. He probably knows exactly what happened.

 

Now he's gonna get cool with you. You'll fuck her again, might not see him. Go back for thirds and fourths, well, you just might catch him giving you a ride home again. One time you'll be taking a piss right after fucking her and he'll walk in on you. He'll be super apologetic, of course, and it will be a little awkward, but not an issue.

 

Then you'll get to thinking about it, while you're chilling at home. You'll think to yourself "wait, I never heard him pull up. The front door never opened." As the chilling truth dawns on you, the tire iron will already be making its equally chilling descent, and come to rest somewhere behind your left ear. Shouldn't have left that window that sticks unlocked just because it sticks, forsit. Shouldn't have let him know where you lived eventually either.

 

You'll come to tied to a chair in someone's basement with a ball gag in your mouth. Bloodied and disoriented, you're going to squint as a couple figures come into view. Homegirl and her boyfriend? The fuck? He's gonna come forward, super apologetic, and confide that he's really sorry he had to do this. You see, she's insatiable. He quit his job to satisfy her. Mail order porn, male escorts. None of it is enough for her. "Sorry I had to do this man. Really I am. But she needs this, and you were just at the right place at the right time."

 

You'll choke back fear and vomit when you see the girl approaching you, holding a pair of electric clamps. The fuck is she gonna put those? you'll think to yourself in fear. The fear doubles when you notice your pants and boxers are missing. Noticing the fear in your eyes, she'll laugh. It's a hollow laugh, devoid of emotion, but meant to sound comforting. "What's the matter, forsit? Don't you like sex?"

 

So basically, yeah, don't feel bad.

 

some real shit right thurr.

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I just remembered....something very similar to this happened to me in my early 20s. I met this girl who was cute but nothing special, she had a boyfriend, I figured that was that. Went to a show with her one night and got wasted, ended up back at her house, in bed with her with no clothes on, horse-fucking her like it was a paying job, etc. I was pretty liberal about commitments then, so at some point I said "Wait, don't you have a boyfriend?"

 

"I've broken up with him so many times (kind of true) but he doesn't get it (true)...he keeps coming around (very true) but nothing's going on between us (FALSE). Don't worry about it."

 

So I didn't. Turns out this chick was not only a slut but a drug addict, pathological liar and a thief, and got me into all kinds of fucked-up situations (the boyfriend thing by far being the least of them). But the sex was good and I basically felt like I didn't have much else going on besides skating and getting wasted, so I put up with her shenanigans till she told me I should get tested for herpes. Turns out I wasn't her only side action, but I was smart enough to not take any chances with her and always wore at least 17 rubbers every time I fucked her.

 

It was fun, it was exciting, it was stupid....almost wound up getting arrested on numerous occasions because of her and almost got burnt because of her, but God smiles on fools and children.

 

Oh, and I didn't feel bad for the "boyfriend" because he was a rich, whiny douche that she was using to get what she wanted...she was tricking hard off dude, and buying drugs for us so we could have freaky sex and pull licks all night. I didn't have anything against him personally but he personified the word "kook".

 

So, do whatever. It will all come out eventually but if you punked his brother out I'm sure he's probably not going to front you off too bad.

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Realism wins. Would prop but I'm on my phone.

 

That's exactly what I explained to her. When I have a girl I make it so they don't want to kick it with any other dudes. Not with fear, but with my charm and how adorable I am. Swindle said dude looked like someones depressed son fromthe sopranos or some shit I don't remember. Point us I'm cuter than him and have bsm's so I win.

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So I guess he told his girl "Yeah he's really cool. I could see us kickin' it. Lets all hangout soon blah blah blah". I think I just need to beat his ass or something. I don't want the boyfriend of the girl I'm fucking to like me. I just thought of that. sidenote, he drives a denali XL or whatever and it's super nice and he's getting another car and giving her that car. so I think she's waiting for that.

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