Trashy Couch Crashing Slut..
Trashy Couch Crashing Slut
Back when I was single living alone I would go out to the local bars several nights a week with my friends. I met all sorts of different women and became friends (and more) but there was one that was particularly wild
I'm going to call her Jess for this story but that was not her real name. Jess was an absolute party girl. She drank with the best of them and I'm almost completely certain she got into other stuff later on. She was like 5'2", blonde, absolute banging body. She looked fit and toned and had a great butt and full perky tits, a few tattoos but not too many
This girl was always a mess though. She was perpetually in between jobs. She didn't have a car (pretty sure she lost her license) and would get rides from anyone and everyone. And at the point I became friends with her she was getting evicted from her apartment. She had no desire to go back to her hometown and move in with her parents so she was trying to figure things out before that was her only option. We were out at the bar with a big group one night when she was talking about and one of my friends mentioned I had my own place and she should just stay with me. She asked me if I cared if she crashed there just for a few days until she could figure things out. I told her sure and she immediately started making jokes calling me "roomy" and things like that
She stayed at my place that night and this girl was all over me. She sucked and rode my cock better than anyone ever had at that point and instead of sleeping on the couch she slept right there with me in my bed. We had 3 or 4 more nights like that. I didn't really want to date her and was starting to worry she would make herself too comfortable when she just wasn't there one day when I got home from work. Her things were still there but she was just gone and I didn't hear anything from her for 3 days
Then one night I heard a knock on my door well after midnight. I got up and answered it and it was Jess. She looked drunk or high or something and like she hadn't showered in days. I let her in and she wanted to go to bed so we went to my room and I made space for her and tried to go back to sleep. She kept grabbing at my cock trying to pull it out. I told her we would do that later to just get some sleep. I'm pretty sure she was already passed out by the time I finished that sentence. We hung out the next day and later that night she once again fucked my brains out
A girl walks in the bar with her brother asking for the strongest man in the bar, after showing how the strongest man she took a deal with them saying "IF MY BROTHER BEAT YOUR STRONGEST MAN TO AN ARM WRESTLING YOU GOING TO GIVE US YOUR BIKE "
GUESS WHO WON
I Played A Blindfold Guessing Game and Let 11 guys f**k Me..
I got invited to a small party at my friend’s place. When he texted me, he said to “dress extra sexy.” We had hooked up a few times before, so I figured he just wanted to fuck me again that night. But when I got there, he pulled me aside and said: “I told the guys how good you are in bed… they all wanna try you. Would you be down?”
I asked if he meant a gangbang or something, and he explained the idea: I’d be in the bedroom, naked and blindfolded, and the guys could come in one by one and fuck me whenever they wanted. I immediately said no and went back to the party.
After a few drinks though, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Eventually I found him and said, “Fuck it. Tell them I’ll be in the bedroom in five minutes.”
When I got to the room, they had me lie on my stomach with a blindfold on. One of them explained the rules: each guy would fuck me for a bit, and I had to guess who it was. If I guessed right, I got to suck his cock. If I was wrong, he’d just keep fucking me and move on.
It started slow. The first guy was pretty thick, and I
Let’s talk about baby mamas who constantly demand financial support from their baby daddies but still deny them access to their children.
Ladies, children are not weapons to be used against their fathers. If a father is responsible, loving, and poses no threat to his child, he deserves to be part of that child’s life.
Co-parenting should be about the child’s well-being, not personal grudges.
The judge asked me why I had stopped paying child support after eight years. I gave him one sentence: “Because the child isn’t mine.”
The mother started crying before the judge even finished looking at the paperwork.
For eight years, I paid $650 a month for a little girl I believed was my daughter. I was there when she lost her first tooth, helped with her school projects, and bought her a bicycle for her eighth birthday.
Her mother and I had separated when she was two, but I never stopped being her dad.
Then, last year, I applied for a passport for her so I could take her to visit my family.
The application required documents I didn't have. Her mother kept postponing when we could meet to sort them out.
I Discovered My Boyfriend Has a Fantasy of Sharing Me with his Friends..
About two months ago, Hugo and I were relaxing at our apartment. He had just finished his workout, while I was sitting on the couch, engrossed in my TV show. After his workout, he went to take a shower, leaving his iPhone on the coffee table.
At first, I didn’t pay any attention to it. Then a WhatsApp notification popped up on his screen. My name was clearly visible in the preview of a message sent by one of his buddies.
I was immediately intrigued. Why was he talking about me? And more importantly, what the hell was he saying about me?
Curiosity got the better of me, and I eventually unlocked his phone. Yes, I knew his passcode. Since my name had appeared in the conversation, I figured I should at least find out what it was about.
The notification took me straight to a group chat with eight of his buddies, three of whom I didn’t even know.
The message that had caught my attention read:
“Not nearly as skinny as Alice, but check out those boobs I had a fucking great time.”
Next to the message was a rather dark photo of a girl’s bare breasts. Apparently, she’d slept with him the night before.
I stared at the screen for a few seconds, feeling a little taken aback. Why was my name being used to compare me to another girl? What the hell did my boobs have to do with any of this?
I started scrolling back through the conversation.
And holy shit… was I in for a surprise!
I quickly realized that this was a group chat where a bunch of buddies shared pictures of the women they slept with. They commented on their bodies, talked about their sexual experiences, and sent each other intimate pictures as if it were the most normal conversation in the world.
And, as you can probably guess, there were a hell of a lot of pictures of me in that chat.
Hugo was sending them practically every picture he took of me, including the most explicit ones.
I could hardly believe what I was seeing. Some of those pictures, which I thought were meant to stay between us, had been shared with his entire group of buddies. Men I knew, in some cases, but men I would never have imagined having access to such intimate pictures of me.
And the worst part was the captions Hugo added to the pictures.
“Alice on all fours.”
“Ready to get fucked.”
“Slut available for anyone.”
Deliberately crude captions, some of them downright degrading. It was as if I’d become a topic of conversation, a fantasy for a bunch of guys to discuss among themselves, while I wasn’t even there to hear what they were saying about me.
The debate
Both are wealthy geniuses who rely on technology. Batman excels at detective work, stealth, and exploiting an opponent's psychology. Iron Man usually has the advantage in direct combat because his armor provides flight, heavy firepower, and protection.
My verdict: Iron Man wins most direct encounters if both meet without preparation. Give Batman time to investigate and plan, and the matchup becomes much closer.