25 Erotica Lit Tropes That Need to Die (Inspired story)

I was looking at another erotica short story blog, and stumbled across this article:
http://www.cosmopolitan.com/sex-love/a33128/erotica-tropes-that-need-to-die/
I thought it was pretty amusing, and realized that I had to agree with the author.
So, it inspired me to write a short story that includes every one of these tropes, with a twist.
Well, two twists to be exact, one with the tropes, and one that questions the tropes.

Tropes:

The trope	The text from the article about the trope	My thoughts on it
Women climax on demand.	"Come for me [insert two-syllable name of erotica protagonist here]!" he commands, thus unleashing her.	Yeah, right. Women have to work for our climax, especially with most men...if we could do it on demand, I would just ask my husband to demand I climax, like, all the time. "Ask me to climax." "Come for me baby." "Yes!" "Again". "Come for me baby." "Yes!" "Again!" This could go on forever.
"I come undone."	A thing no woman has ever said, either aloud or in her own brain.	I do not even know wtf this means. Am I a sweater, do I come unraveled? Is the guy God, does he unmake me? Antimatter maybe? I cease to be? I don't even know...
Women come from penetrative sex.	This usually happens either after never having a single orgasm in her entire twentysomething years of life or never having an orgasm from penetration.	Actually, we are less likely to come from this. But, I admit, I tend to use this trope. It's a nice thought...
Women never have bad pain or hesitation when he wants to put something up their butts.	Be it his penis, a butt plug (Hi, Mr. Grey will you see me now?), a finger. She surrenders all orifices without hesitation no matter what object he wants to put inside her when in the presence of her "sex god."	Yeah, I normally avoid letting guys put strange things up my butt. Honestly, I rarely let anything be put there, regardless of what it is, unless I am in the mood for it, then I decide what is going there. Normally my vibrator, by myself.
"My sex."	It's called a clit.	I don't remember ever using it. I actually prefer to use the word "pussy". I am not writing PG-13 stories here...
"His length."	It's called a dick.	Same with "My sex", although I admit, I normally use penis. I don't really like using cock, dick, etc. Not sure why. But, I have been trying to break that mind trap.
Men are infinitely more sexually experienced than their partners.	And he always somehow always knows more about her vagina than her even though vaginas/women's pleasure profiles are like snowflakes, no two alike.	I have had lovers who were more experienced, and liked to learn about my body, but most don't even bother trying. It would be interesting of men magically knew more about my spots than me.
Quivering thighs caused by sexual arousal.	Have your thighs ever actually quivered outside of a really hard inner thigh set in barre burn?	Why does this make me think of rap videos? I have this image in my head of a woman twerking the instant she is aroused, causing her thighs to shake and quiver. Maybe Miley Cyrus quivers when aroused?
Climaxing from almost nothing, like, he blows on her nipple.	Or the sound of his voice alone. "He whispered softly and she came, fully, wildly, for hours." (No.)	Yeah, not quite this easy.
No one sees anything when sex is had in a car.	Even if the car is in a full garage or an open air and crowded parking lot. In erotica, two people can be boning in the driver's seat as thousands of people leave a Taylor Swift concert and no one will notice them and they will notice no one.	lol, maybe I have never written something like this because I like to highlight that others see the lovers. But yeah, doesn't make sense to me.
Desire "pools in [a woman's] belly."	Every time a woman gets horny, be it mildly turned on or unbearably aroused, she describes the symptoms of a stomachache. Does she really want to be fucked or is what she really needs a Mylanta chewable?	Hmm, again, wtf does this even mean? The most I can think of is, like, when a guy comes on your stomach, and it pools in the belly button. Since I don't randomly hold my breath so my stomach is concave, allowing it to pool like that.
UTIs don't exist.	Even if he goes from butt sex to vaginal sex, no condom change or "length" washing in between. This is possibly erotica's worst lie.	Yeah, big no-no. Good way for a girl to end up with a major infection. And eww, I don't want poop in there!
The "sex god" likes to wash her hair when they take showers together.	This always happens during the first shower. Ladies, raise your hand if your partner has ever offered to wash your hair? [No hands raised.] As soon as he's got some shampoo on her scalp, he's hard and banging her against the tiles which don't have any mildew because he's rich and has a housekeeper.	I have actually had a guy try to wash my hair. It didn't work well.
Shower sex is the HOTTEST THING EVER I COME UNDONE OMIGOD.	Shower sex IRL is never as good as regs dry sex.	Basically, true. Water does not make good lubrication, and tends to wash off whatever lubrication you have. Basically, this can go from fun to painful in a very short time.
The couple does it like seven or eight times a day and still has time to go out to eat and work at jobs.	He is always sporting an erection and dealing with it is like a full-time job.	lol, this is probably why I tend to write shorts, focusing on a very short time period, or focusing on different time periods.
Women have magical orifices that are not only resistent to infections but also require no lube ever.	She's always "so wet, so ready for [him]."	It hurts when a guy tries to enter you dry. Even when a woman is turned on, she is not magically wet. That is a physical reaction to arousal. Most of the arousal process during the early stages is psychological. Then again, I guess I am guilty of using this myself some.
The relationship is always love/hate.	And part of the reason she hates him is usually just because she made up some stuff in her head about him having a girlfriend, and rather than ask someone who would know, tortures herself over it for half the book.	Meh, not even sure how most of that works. I write like I would do in real life, at least if I was willing to do things like that. If I was interested in a guy, I wouldn't bother wondering if he was single, I would ask him in the beginning. If it is just for a hookup, meh, why care?
She always loves giving blow jobs.	And swallowing. She acts like his penis is a damn cupcake or something.	Actually, I hate giving blow jobs. I have swallowed, and I have given plenty, but yeah. And why is this not reciprocated? The girl gives the guy some long, intense, drawn out blowjob, and the guy licks her a couple times, if even that. I mean, what am I, a stamp? Lick once then stick?
All guys are really super excellent at finger-banging.	Finger-banging is like the vegan, gluten-free pizza of sex acts. It's never your first choice from the menu.	Some guys can be, but most just outright suck. Too short, or too long. Too hard, or they think it is like the penis above, stick it in and she will immediately orgasm.
Finger-banging in public — like, you're at dinner with his boss — is common.	Unless he is Gumby, his arms are not so long and bendy that no one notices him reaching down and twisting his elbow at an insane angle in order to finger-bang.	I have been finger banged in public. Trust me, others alternate between staring and trying to look anywhere else. I find it funny as hell. But yeah, not sure how this would actually work without others being able to tell. Well, unless the others are blind, or don't even know what sex is.
The man always has impeccable and sexy fashion sense.	-	If only. Even men who do have good fashion sense wear stuff that is not fashion sensable. Is that even a word, sensable? Well, it is now...
And can dance really well at da club.	-	lol, I can't dance, and have honestly never been with a guy who can. Not club style. I have been with a few who can dance more traditional styles, like ballroom. But I don't think that will work.
His penis is always the size of a firetruck.	-	Now see, this is exactly why I almost never mention penis size. Because it doesn't match any reality. Lets face it, even when you sleep with random guys like I used to, your more likely to end up with an average size, because...well, it is average for a reason. I have been with guys who were big, and guys who were small, but, most were average. I always laugh when a guy messages me about how big he is down there. I honestly don't care. I want to know what you will do with it, not how big it is.
The characters get aroused and speak with periods. Between. All. Their. Words.	During. Dirty. Talk. She never laughs at or second guesses his dirty talk, or thinks it's anything but completely hot even though he's usually shit at it.	I approach this slightly different, but I guess I do something somewhat similar. Short actions in single sentence spaces. Hey, read my stories if you want to see how I approach it, then tell me if it is better or worse.
Everyone orgasms every time they have sex.	The man, the woman, the woman again. If. Only.	Yeah yeah, I am guilty of this. Not in all stories, but I like to try to make sure I climax in the story. And normally, since I get off on the risky sex, I like him to climax, in a specific place. Again, read my stories, then tell me how guilty I am of this xD

The trope story.


After finishing my drink, I headed to the dance floor.

I felt like a cat in heat, 23 and still a virgin. Then, he joined me. Tall, handsome, dark hair long and thick. His blue blazer offset his blue eyes, his white shirt contouring to his rippling muscles. Tight jeans showed off his sexy ass. He looked rich, the kind of rich that could buy the best clothes. And he was gorgeous, like some model from a magazine. He started dancing with me, and I could see the other women look at me jealously.

He moved like some god of the dance, his body mesmerizing, his rhythm perfect. I stopped dancing once or twice, captivated by how his torso swayed, his hips thrust, his legs worked. So fluid, so elegant, so perfect.

The DJ put on a slow song, and he scooped me into his arms, holding me close, and whispered in my ear.

"What is such a lovely woman as you doing dancing alone tonight?" His deep voice reverberated in me, causing my thighs to quiver in longing. I could feel my sex explode in climax by that voice, with its slightly English accent. I thought I would melt right there.

I giggled, and felt myself blush.

"No one to go with."

"Well madam, you have me to dance with now." His lips touched my ear, and I felt myself climax again.

We danced more, and by the end, I wanted him. I wanted him to be my first, so gorgeous.

I kissed him, and he returned the kiss, and even more. His kiss left me dizzy and light headed, my sex climaxing yet again.

"I want you," he whispered in my ear. I climaxed again, like my body was on some sort of sex frenzy.

I almost dragged him out, then he almost dragged me out, to the parking lot. He brought me to his BMW Z8 convertible, the top down, and sat me down in the front seat, legs out the door. The world around us disappeared as he pulled my panties off, and stuck his fingers deep inside me. He found places I never even knew existed, causing me to climax more than once as his fingers knowingly hit every spot I never knew existed, but found so intoxicating that I was helpless to stop him. He fingered my sex, shoved his fingers deep inside, pushed here, there, climax, climax, climax.

Soon, I was a quivering mass, puddled in his front seat.

He stopped, then unzipped his pants, pulling out his length. I gasped, and looked at it in shock. It was as big as a firetruck. There was no way I could get that in any part of me.

He took my head and gently guided me down on him. His length met my tongue, and he tasted wonderful. Like chocolate and honey and all manner of sweet things. I devoured his length, taking it deep inside my mouth. I could feel it enter the back of my throat, but I wanted it all. I could feel it go down my throat, like I was swallowing him.

"Very. good. madam. No. other. woman. has. been. able. to. take. all. of. me." He patted me on the head, and I beamed, enjoying the fact that I could do what all the other women he must have been with in the past was unable to do. "Suck. me. like. my. mother." he said, pushing my head against him. I could feel his length halfway to my stomach. "Yes. like. that. you. dirty. bitch." His hot words turned me on even more.

He pulled most of his length out as he came in my mouth. It tasted salty, a delicious salty snack. I sucked it all out, then wanted more.

"No madam. It is time to pleasure you more."

He pulled me out of the car, and sat down. Then, he pulled me on top of him, so we were facing the front window. No one else in the world seemed to exist, event though, by this time, everyone must be coming out of the club to go home.

He sat me down on his length, immediately sliding in. I gasped in surprise. "I fit it all in!" I said in triumph.

"Yes," he replied, like cooing to an infant. "And you weren't even wet. Your sex must be very good."

I blushed at this. "I am a virgin," I said in a quiet voice.

"Ah, madam, all the better."

I felt his length stab inside of me. I felt something tear, and it felt wonderful. I looked down and gasped as I say the blood pooling around the base of his length.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly.

"Shh, none of that madam. It shows you saved yourself, just for me."

He worked his length inside of me. "Come for me madam." I found myself climaxing like I had never done before.

"I come undone!" I shouted into the air in the convertible with the top down. I felt him climax at the same time, shooting his load deep inside of my belly.

With that, I got up, pulling my panties back on and watching him hide his length again inside his perfect slacks. We saw the other people going to their cars, and I breathed a sigh of relief that no one had seen us. Not even the guy, sitting in the car right next to us, smoking a cigarette.

"So, madam, hop in," he said, pointing towards the passengers seat. At hearing this, the guy in the car next to us looked at us startled. "Where the fuck did you two come from?"

"Oh, just dancing," the mysterious stranger I was with said.

I hopped in on this Thursday night, and we went to his house.

Desire pooled in my belly, thinking of going home with this handsome stranger.

We arrived at his mansion, and someone took his car away for him. It was huge. We went in, and someone took our coats and shoes. I could see people everywhere, scrubbing floors and walls, keeping everything spotless and shiny.

Everywhere was pictures of him. He explained a few here and there.

"This is me, healing to feed the hungry in the slums. This is me, volunteering to give medical supplied to starving kids in Africa. This is me, saving abandoned animals from being destroyed. This is me, saving an orphan from certain death in the big earthquake in China. Would you like to see my awards? I have the nobel peace prize, a couple academys, an olympic medal for equestrian jumping, and many, many more."

He was a humanitarian, a dignitary, a competitor, all rolled into one. He was smart, and voted the most handsome man two years running. I was so dizzy, I could not figure out what he would see in a girl like me. I was so...boring. Working in a library, sorting books, chasing people for their overdue books, trying to find new books. And here he was, helping to save the starving, save puppies, save orphans. Feeding and clothing the poor in third world countries while winning olympic medals. It was too much for me, and I swooned.

He scooped me up with ease, and I felt my heart flutter as he gallantly carried me to his room.

In his room, it was completely different. Pictures of him naked, having sex with men, with women. All colors. All nationalities. He described some of the women. Whores. Wives. Husbands. Even a picture of him with Darren James.

I looked at him and he shrugged. "Love is love madam. And I love you."

My knees went weak and I said in a breathless voice, "I love you too."

He called in his chamber maid to undress us, then she left, leaving me alone, naked, with this wonderful naked man on top of me. He spread my legs and plunged his length inside my sex again, instantly causing me to climax.

"Madam, let us try something different." He flipped me over, and propped my ass high in the air.

He reached over, grabbing a candle from the nightstand at the edge of his bed. He pushed it against my ass, and I wiggled, wondering what it would feel like. In one smooth motion, he pushed it deep inside, forcing a gasp from my lips. It felt wonderful, filling me up.

He grabbed something else, what looked like the Virgin Mary, and pushed it deep inside my sex. As he alternated working each in and out, his hand went to my sex, pushing my little button, working it.

I felt filled up.

He came around to kneel in front of my face, and I saw his length, bobbing there, in front of my eyes. It tasted so wonderful, I took it in my mouth without a moments hesitation, as he worked the candle stick inside my ass. "Come for me again madam." At his deep voice, at the filling sensations of the statue and the candle, my body instantly obeyed, climaxing again, my sex squeezing the statue hard.

He pulled the candle out and brought out a strange glass object. It had a small end that rounded out to a ball, then sloped back in to a narrow spot, then rounding out to a ball again. It looked like giant glass teardrops put together. He pushed that against my back entrance and pushed it inside, until my ass engulfed the first ball, then the second, then the third. I didn't know how he fit all four of the round balls inside me, but he did.

With my ass full, he swung his hand under me, down my belly, between my legs, as I continued to suck his hard length. He grasped the end of the Virgin Mary statue and started moving it in and out of me in time with my sucking. He was very flexible, being able to reach under me like that while staying right in front of my face.

I started sucking faster, getting him to speed up. I sucked harder, so he would push it in deeper. I felt myself climax as he climaxed down my throat. I hungrily devoured every drop of his thick, salty cream.

Once we both stopped climaxing, he pulled his length out of my hot mouth. "It is time for us to get cleaned up."

He took out the statue, but left the other thing inside my ass. I thought it would be uncomfortable walking around with that inside, but it felt surprisingly natural, and felt wonderful with each step.

We hopped in the shower, and he ran the water over my hair. Squeezing shampoo over my head, he rubbed it in, working through the strands of hair. His fingers massaged my scalp as he continued, so soothing, helping to relax me. He rubbed and lathered and ran his fingers through.

Bringing the shower nozzle around, he sprayed off my head, suds falling around me, draped on me like some exotic outfit. He turned me around and pushed me against the shower wall. I spread my legs and he brought the shower head against my sex. The water massaged my sensitive area, and sprayed deep inside me, filling me with something other than his cream.

He moved it away, and pushed his own length inside the space the water was filling. It felt even better, the space full, then empty, then filled up again with him. His length worked in and out of me hard and fast, until my sex clamped around his length, squeezing out his hot cream. We climaxed together, once, twice, three times, and screamed out in unison, "I. love. you!"

Panting from our exertion, we washed each other, bubbles on noses, on nipples, on pecs. "Bubble fight," I declared, and we had a bubble war.

Soon we were lathering each other, and stroking, and pawing, and getting clean all the while. We finally flopped into bed, and saw the sun rising outside.

"Wow, that late?" I asked, and he laughed. We made love twice more before falling asleep, wrapped around each others bodies, my sex sheathing his length.

I woke up to him pulling his length out of me, where it had been the entire time we slept, sometime near afternoon.

"I am going to arrange a meeting." he said before heading outside. The maid came in, cleaned up around the room and cleaned the bathroom.

As he was gone, guilt and doubt racked me.

Someone this wonderful. He must have a girlfriend, or a wife. I glanced at the pictures of him having sex with men. A boyfriend or husband.

I cursed myself for a fool, falling in love with this guy who probably already had someone.

I started to get dressed, then stopped, started, stopped. Indecision riddled me. I felt crushed.

He came back, and saw I was upset. "What is wrong madam?" I couldn't speak, so just sat there in silence, wishing he would stop toying with me like this. "You know I love you." I softened a bit.

Then I started crying.

He held me tight, and cooed sweet words in my ear while I settled down.

"Sorry, I just thought...you must have someone else."

He looked at me with a shocked expression. "No madam, there is no one else." I didn't completely believe him, but felt a little more at ease. I still felt the guilt in me, wondering if it was true, or if I was the other woman.

We continued to make love all day. Somehow, I even made it to work and got everything done there, until finally it came time for the meeting he had arranged earlier. The day flew by, and I couldn't even figure out how I managed to get my work done while sneaking out to see him in his car, making love with the top down while the library patrons came and went. It was a wonder no one caught on.

"Madam, I need to meet with the shareholders of my company. I would like you to join me."

I was taken aback. "But, I am not used to things like that. What if I embarrass you?"

"You couldn't do that," he said in the utmost confidence. "Besides, it will be good for them to meet my true love."

My heart fluttered at that, and I agreed to attend with him.

He had people come by with dress after dress after dress. I felt like a princess getting ready for a ball. Soon, we settled on a little black dress, the cloth so soft and silky it molded to my body.

We went to the dinner, and I met the stuffily dressed men and women of his board. The vice chairman sat on his right side while I sat on the left side. I had no idea of what they were talking about, and grew bored while trying to feign interest.

He noted my bored look at soon took care of that too.

Reaching under the table, he angled his arm, bringing his fingers between my legs. He rubbed the fabric of my panties, somehow finding the exact right spot, while all the board members talked on obliviously. He continued discussing things, completely non-nonchalant, while his fingers worked my sex.

I heard small moans escape me once in a while, barely audible. The woman next to me, in her mid forties, pearls draped around her neck, purple dress making her appear to be some sort of human eggplant, looked at me. "Are you okay, dear?"

I clicked my teeth together and nodded as his fingers worked their way inside me, causing me to climax right next to this woman, her seat so close she barely had to move her arm to touch me.

"Yes, just not used to all this," I told her, nodding towards the food and expensive wine.

She leaned in close, and I worried that she might see his fingers wiggling around inside my dress, inside me. "Well, now that you are with Mr. Black, you better get used to it." She didn't even notice that he was doing more to me than feeding me.

I decided to return the favor, pressing my hand against his length, still sheathed by his suit slacks. I slowly undid the zipper, and slid him out, careful to not arrange suspicion. Once free, I took the huge length of him in my hands and squeezed it, before rubbing up and down.

He reciprocated by pulling my panties down, sliding them off, so they fell around my heels. Fortunately the table ruffle covered them, because I would have died of embarrassment if anyone saw my panties around my shoes, or saw what he was doing under my dress.

I felt his length spurt in my hand, and pulled my hand out from under the table. I carefully waited until no one was looking and licked it off my fingers. It was intoxicating, doing this in a room filled with twenty other people, and none knowing what was happening under the table.

He knocked a fork off the table.

"Oops, sorry," he said, then leaned down to pick it up. He caught my heel and lifted first one, taking my panties off that one, then the other. Before coming back up with the fork, I saw him push my panties up his sleeve and give me a wink.

Once he was back up, I went to play with his length again, when he pushed my hand to the side and pushed it back in, doing up his zipper. He then stood up.

"A toast, to us, may our company be around long after us." Everyone raised a toast.

Then, he reached inside his pocket, and brought out a box. Suddenly, he was kneeling in front of me. "Madam, will you marry me?" he announced in front of the room. "I know we have not been together long, but I feel it would be a mistake to wait."

I felt shocked. I was speechless, looking into his beautiful eyes.

Finally, I responded, "Yes." with what little breath I could catch. We celebrated our honeymoon just a few hours after, and spent a long time in invisible cars doing naughty things that no one else could see, or things under tables while no one else ever caught on.

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The anti-trope story


After finishing my drink, my fourth one tonight, I headed to the dance floor.

I felt like a cat in heat, 23 and divorced. I was pissed. My ex had cheated on me, sticking his dick in anything that moved, and hid it for 3 years. We had only been married for 3 and a half. I found out by the first signs of genital herpes. The instant my doctor had told me what those sores were, I knew what had happened. All those late nights, those days he didn't come home. I had always wondered in the back of my mind, but never let myself believe it. Not much choice after that doctor's news.

Then, he joined me. He was tall, and handsome, with long, thick, dark hair offset with blue eyes. His blazer hung on him oddly, like a rich playboy who didn't take very good care of himself. His abs were nice, but his shirt, unbuttoned half down, looked like it needed to be washed...yesterday...

Still, I was drunk enough, horny enough, and frankly didn't care enough, that I let him try his moves on me.

Move he did, too. He had a nice ass, I had to credit him with that. His dance though was more like a stagger, he seemed to have had more drinks than me. So, I tried dancing to make up for it, and laughed away his clumsiness. And clumsy was right. He stepped on me. Twice!

I rubbed against him, trying my moves. They weren't the best either, especially not after 4 drinks.

Finally, the DJ mercifully put on a slow song, and he scooped me into his arms, holding me close, and whispered in my ear.

"What is such a lovely woman as you doing dancing alone tonight?" I almost laughed, the line was so corny, but instead smiled politely.

"No one to go with. And on a Thursday night, none of my friends wanted to come out. I just had to blow off some steam."

"Well madam, you have me to dance with now." This time I did laugh, and caught myself quickly. He took it in good humor, I guess not realizing I was laughing at the corniness of his line.

A couple more drinks, more dancing, and by the end, I figured what the fuck. I was horny, he wasn't bad looking, so why not go with him.

He kissed me, bourbon heavy on his breath, and something somewhat pungent. The next time he tried, I turned my head, trying to act coy, but honestly not wanting to take that again.

"I want you," he whispered in my ear. I almost sighed, but stopped myself. I had already decided to fuck him, he didn't need to keep these lines up. I was beginning to wonder if I should find some other guy, or just go home and use my vibrator and dildo.

He grabbed my arm, almost dragging me out, to the parking lot. He brought me to his BMW Z8 convertible, the top down, and sat me down in the front seat, legs out the door. I had to admit, this was a nice car. He knelt down and tried to pull my panties off.

I slapped his hand away.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked him. He looked at me, confused.

"I want you," he said.

"But we are in the middle of a parking lot!" I told him, stating what should be pretty obvious.

He looked at me again, confused. "So? I want you now." I liked his accept, but the slur in his voice took off the most sexy part of it.

"There is a guy smoking a cigarette right there next to us!" I told him. The guy smoking the cigarette chuckled as he tried to not look at us.

He did not seem to want to give up, so I finally got him to put the top down and roll up the windows. Fortunately, the side windows were tinted.

He got in the drivers seat while I sat in the passenger seat, then unzipped his pants, pulling out his dick. I looked at it and bit my tongue. He was on the smaller side of average, and I began to wonder if I was making a mistake. The alcohol and the empty need inside me for some human contact overcame my inhibitions, and I went ahead and took him in my mouth.

His dick met my tongue, and he tasted like sweat and urine. I almost gagged. I sucked his dick, licking the head, until he finally came in my mouth. At that very moment, the security guard walked by, peering in the car.

He tapped on the window, and the stranger rolled it down. "Please step out of the car," he said. Meanwhile, I had this man's cum sitting in my mouth, ready to throw up. I opened the door on my side and spit it out, wanting the foul taste out.

"There must be some mistake. We are not doing anything."

The security guard looked at his dick, limp in his lap, cum still dripping from the tip.

"You can tel that to the police once they get here. Now step out."

With that, my hookup turned the keys and hit the gas. Scraping along another car, he drove out of the parking lot, running the gate and ripping the arms off.

I was ready to shit myself, wondering who I just got in a car with.

"What the fuck are you doing!" I screamed at him.

"Shh, it will be okay," he slurred. I might have been somewhat drunk, but even I could see that this was anything but okay. Somehow, we made it back to his mansion without getting caught, and without running into anything else.

We arrived at his mansion, and someone took his car away for him. It was huge. We went in, and someone took our coats and shoes. I could see people everywhere, scrubbing floors and walls, keeping everything spotless and shiny.

"What the hell," I mumbled, wondering why anyone would need all these people. My god, is this guy some OCD case or something?

Everywhere was pictures of him. He explained a few here and there. I quickly grew bored and tuned him out as he droned on.

He tried to scoop me up, trying to carry me like some new bride through his bedroom door, and stumbled immediately.

"I will walk, thanks."

In his room, it was completely different. Pictures of him naked, having sex with men, with women. I didn't catch much before I said fuck it and walked out of the room.

He caught up with me as I continued walking, trying to get back to the front door.

"Sorry, madam," he slurred. "Lets try a different room."

I looked at him like he was crazy.

"Please, I will make it worth your while."

Well, I was horny, and with the money he had, I nodded agreement.

"Oh, I love you madam," he crooned at me.

That was it, I started walking back to the front door. I didn't know this crazy fucker, and he was already trying to tell me that he loved me? Fucking crazy.

He grabbed me, and pulled me back. I tried to resist, but he was too strong.

Finally, he brought me to another room, this one much more tastefully decorated.

"This is for you," he said, handing me the biggest pearl necklace I had seen. My eyes almost bulged.

I hesitantly nodded, then told hims straight out. "Okay. But, I am not some whore."

He nodded agreement.

"You are not a whore."

Was this guy stupid?

He called in his chamber maid to undress us, and seemed surprised yet again when I stumbled back, getting as far away from her as possible. "No thanks," I said, wanting to say something more like Get the fuck away from me. I am an adult, not a baby, and know how the hell to undress, thank you very much. I stayed polite though.

"But, do you have anything to drink? I think I need a couple. Strong ones."

She nodded and left, and I slipped myself out of my dress. He was already naked.

I jumped in the bed and covered myself quickly with the blankets when she came in, a bottle of brandy and two glasses.

What the hell is up with this woman, undressing people, walking into bedrooms while they were naked. Is she going to try to join us?

I took them with one hand, balancing the tray, while nodding thanks to her until she left.

I downed one. Then poured and downed a second one. Two more, and I was drunk enough to go through with this.

He ripped the blanket back and jumped on top of me, immediately trying to shove his dick into my pussy.

"Ouch," I cried out.

He stopped. "Fucking lick it, or get some lube, or something."

When he continued to stare at me blankly, I decided to take care of it myself. I pushed my fingers against my clit, closing my eyes, imagining myself anywhere but here. As my pussy responded, I dipped my fingers inside, working them around my pussy. It wasn't working.

Finally, I gave up and spit on my hand, rubbing the spit along the surface, then working it inside.

"Okay," I said, ready for his dick, "I am ready."

He started trying to push against me, when I realized he had no condom.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Why, I am going to make love to you."

"Not like that you aren't."

He looked down. "I don't understand."

I sighed. "Do you have a condom in here?" I asked.

He gestured to the side table. I grabbed one, unwrapped it, and handed it to him. He just stared at it.

"I am not going to have unprotected sex with you. I am not on the pill, and don't want to get pregnant." I didn't bother telling him that I had herpes. It was for his protection too.

I put it on him, unrolling it down the length of his dick, until he was completely covered.

I had to get myself wet again, and spit seemed to be the only option. Here I was, with some rich guy, and I still had to use spit to lube myself.

He immediately tried to push himself in, and I had to slow him down. Finally, he was completely inside. Two minutes later, he was already filling the condom.

"Umm..."

I left it at that.

"Madam, let us try something different." He flipped me over, and propped my ass high in the air. Or at least tried to. I stopped him.

"What are you doing?"

He reached over, grabbing a candle from the nightstand at the edge of his bed. He pushed it against my ass. "I am going to put this in there."

I laughed at that. "No."

"Please?"

I shook my head. "No."

He grabbed something else, what looked like the Virgin Mary, and brought it towards my pussy.

"No."

He stopped again. "But..."

"Just no."

At this, he took the condom off, and shoved his dick in my face.

I sighed, then gave him another blow job. This time, I went to the bathroom attached to the bedroom and spit it out in the sink.

He came in, and turned on the shower.

"We need to get cleaned up."

I nodded, agreeing with him. He grabbed the shampoo and pumped the top, right into my hair. I knew what he was trying to do, and endured it. Until he pulled my hair. I slowed him down, and he pulled it again.

"Just stop, please. You are trying too hard." I lathered up my hair and rinsed it off. He grabbed the shower head and pushed it towards my pussy.

I opened my legs, and let him. He turned the head, and it pulsed against me. It felt wonderful. I closed my eyes, and let him continue. Unfortunately, he stopped and shoved me up against the wall.

He pushed his dick against my pussy from behind and shoved.

I screamed.

It fucking hurt.

"Getthefuckoffame!"

I pushed him away, and glared at him.

"Fucking stop that. This isn't some porn. It doesn't work!"

We washed up in silence and went out. I looked outside to see the sky grey. Shit, it was late.

"Sorry, can I sleep here for a couple hours? I need to get some sleep before work."

He nodded.

"Do you have any clothes that would fit me?"

He nodded again.

I slept fitfully, waking with every noise.

I finally got up, eyes grainy, to get ready for work.

He brought in a gorgeous dress. My jaw dropped. It was so elegant, and looked way too expensive.

"Here is your dress. You said you needed clothes for work."

My jaw dropped again, but for a different reason.

"I work in a library," I practically sputtered. "I am a librarian. I can't wear that to work!"

"Well, it is also for tonight. I would like you to attend a meeting with me."

"Umm...do I get to keep the dress?"

He nodded. "I guess I can go, but...I still need something for work."

He called in the maid and I asked her if she had anything for me. She finally came back with a conservative dress, a little old fashion, but it would work fine.

He drove me to work, refusing to call me a taxi since my car was still in the parking lot of the club. "I will wait out here."

"I won't get out until later." I told him, not sure why anyone in their right mind would sit in a parking lot all day.

"Then you should come and visit me," he said.

I hesitated, then agreed to come out on my breaks.

While he was sober, his voice was nice, and he had changed and was clean. He was actually very handsome.

But, coming out was a mistake. Again, he tried to convince me to have sex, right there, in the parking lot at my place of work, with library patrons streaming in and out. Many of those patrons kids!

I didn't visit him after that first time, but he was still there by the time I got off.

I again wondered if all of this was worth it, but...I could never afford those pearls or the dress. I bit my tongue and went along. The thought that he might have a girlfriend or wife flitted through my head. Maybe he was just a cheat. Whatever, I didn't care. Not my problem.

He took me back to his place and we got dressed. He kept trying to get me to have sex with him, teasing my bra as I tried to put it on, unzipping my dress, grabbing my ass. Finally, I gave in and we had a quicky. Three minutes. He wasn't much better sober...

We went to his shareholder meeting, which I guess was a dinner. A meeting dinner?

Old men and women surrounded me, rich and stuffy. It was both intimidating and exciting, but that wore off as everyone started talking. God they were boring. I found myself drifting off when suddenly a hand appeared between my legs, pressing against my panties. That woke me up.

I tried to push his hand away, but it didn't work, he was too strong, and I didn't want to cause a scene, hoping no one would notice. That failed miserably too.

Everyone suddenly went quiet, and started staring at their plates, or each other. The lady beside me was pointedly staring at her plate.

He grabbed my hand, putting it over the bulge of his dick, stiff under his pants. I took my hand back promptly, and tried to pretend nothing was going on.

He tried pulling down my panties. His arm moving so strangely, everyone must have known what he was doing.

I held the edge, preventing him from pulling them down.

Finally, he removed his hand, and I let out a relieved sigh.

He then stood up.

"A toast, to us, may our company be around long after us." Everyone raised a toast. Many did not seem to want to look at him, or me, while toasting. I wanted to scream.

Then, he reached inside his pocket, and brought out a box. Suddenly, he was kneeling in front of me. "Madam, will you marry me?" he announced in front of the room. "I know we have not been together long, but I feel it would be a mistake to wait."

I felt shocked. I was speechless, looking into his eyes. Fucking bat shit crazy eyes.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I yelled at him. I turned to the others. "This guy is fucking nuts, and you are letting him run your company? What are you, complete idiots?"

With that I grabbed my new, expensive purse that had replaced my old one, complete with the promised pearl necklace, and got the hell out of this crazy man, before I ended up on a missing poster.

It would be a while before I decide to have another random hookup.

Party girl-Becoming the "party girl"-part 6 (Sex fantasy)

Sunlight stabbed my eyes through my eyelids.

I blinked myself awake, the sun a fiery ball in the sky, my eyes grainy. My mouth had a coppery, rancid taste in it, and my head pounded with every move.

My body hurt everywhere, from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head. Even my hair seemed to hurt. I wasn't even sure how that was possible, so I just shook my head, trying to wisk away the strange though, and immediately regretted it as it left me groaning in pain.

I looked around and found myself on some wooden platform, covered over by a blue tarp or something. Boxes dotted it here and there, and I could vaguely make out some guy sleeping back in the back, near the tarp. I was close to the edge at the front.

I tried to remember how I got here. The last thing I remembered was doing some coke, something about dancing. The night was a fuzzy blur, and my mind could not grasp anything.

I stood up, stumbling around, looking for Ashley. My vision was a little blurry from my head pounding away, but I finally figured out that she might be at her car, so I started making my way towards the parking area. As I walked, I became self aware. My VIP dress was gone. I walked back over to the platform and looked around. I frowned.

"Not here," I mumbled to myself. My throat was sore, the sound coming out raspy.

I started back to the parking area, and looked down, wondering why my skin felt so stiff and tight.

My micro tube top rested around my middle, leaving me totally exposed on top. I fumbled with it, trying to pull it up, every movement hurting. I slipped an arm in, the top hanging askew, tried to pull it up to put the other arms in. My breasts weren't fitting in it. I frowned at it, wondering what was wrong with it. I got the other arm through, but it still didn't seem right.

"What happened to the cups?" I stopped mumbling, my throat protesting at the sound. Just a flat front, too tight to pull over my breasts. All it managed to do was push them up.

I continued trying to pull it over my breasts as I felt the skin, pinching, with each step I took. I looked at my legs, dark spots. Like when you get glue or something on yourself, and all the dirt starts to make it darken. Glue, on my legs?

My shorts were fine, but seemed stiff also. Even my hair was stiff.

As my mind cleared up, I realized what was wrong with my top. I had put it backwards.

Moving a little better now, I reversed it, glaring at a couple guys standing there staring at me. One looked away, the other gave me a look like "What is your problem."

About halfway to the parking lot, I finally got the top on right. I also started realizing I hurt, alot, between my legs.

"Oh, shit," I said to myself, then firmed my resolution to stop speaking to myself.

I must have had sex with someone. A sense of guilt flashed through me, and was quickly stifled. I touched my face to remind me of why I was not here with my boyfriend, and I briefly wondered if we were still together. We had never really broken up. Fuck him. If I had sex with someone else, it serves him right. My swelling had gone down, but my face still hurt a bit to the touch where he had hit me. I wish I remembered having sex, then I could tell him. Fucking asshole.

Yeah, I really hadn't forgiven him for that.

Skin pulling at me, sun half blinding me and ruthlessly assaulting me, and my head pounding. Not a good start to the day.

I finally made it to the parking lot. As I looked around, trying to find Ashley's car, I saw people slumped in their own. Half naked. Totally naked. One woman laying in the hot sun, not a bit of clothing on her as she lay in the back of a pickup. Three people, two guys and a girl, in various states of undress, sleeping in a station wagon. There were others up and moving around, some looking like they had just gotten up, like me, and others looking like they were heading towards the rave.

I shook my head, thinking how nuts they were to go dancing at this time. Night was okay, after the sun went down, but daytime, no way. My skin was already a little burned.

Finally I found her car, with her laying across the front seat, sleeping. She still had all of her clothes.

I opened the passenger door and shoved her over.

I fished out a couple morphine pills from my bag and swallowed them, grabbing her half used water bottle to help choke them down. That hurt more than talking.

Once the pills were down, I sat her up.

"Lets go back to your house." I croaked at her once she was finally awake.

She gasped once her eyes landed on me.

"Oh my god!" She replied. "You are such a mess."

Yeah, state the obvious idiot, I thought to myself. My mood was not the best.

As we drove, the morphine started to kick in. It was a two hour drive back to her house. On the freeway, I noticed people staring at me, wide eyed, in the passenger seat. I started thinking about those dancers on the stage, and how everyone kept watching them. No way was I going to wear an outfit that showed everything, like that woman in the mesh bikini, but I decided to go with something a little bolder.

Once we got to Ashley's house, I hurried out, running to the restroom to relieve myself. My shorts pulled at my skin as they came off, almost glued to me. I almost thought of throwing them again, but decided against it. I still liked them.

Looking in the mirror, I understood why she had gasped. My eyes had black bags under them, my hair looked like I had electrocuted myself or something. It stood stiff in some places, and it was in complete disarray. My face was dirty, covered in dark grime. My movements, although no longer hurting me, were still a bit stiff and jerky. I looked like some marionette, crafted as some dirty tribal woman from the middle of some primitive no where.

"My god, I am such a mess," I said to the mirror. Fortunately, it no longer hurt to speak.

I hopped in the shower, and stood there, letting the water run over me. At first, it was almost completely dark, but as I washed it cleared up.

I came out, and she went in. Sitting in front of the mirror, I blow dried my hair, brushed it, and looked at myself in the mirror. I nodded in satisfaction.

"Much better." As I sat there, getting myself ready, I tried to remember what happened last night. We arrived, and went in. The lights started as it got dark, and I was enjoying myself, xtc buzz making me feel great. I had found some people doing some coke, and they shared a little. After that, I couldn't remember much.

I puzzled over that part for a while, wondering if they had roofied me or something. But, I remember them doing the same cocaine, so I didn't think it was that. Then again, it wasn't the first time I did drugs and couldn't remember what happened.

I took off my towel and started hunting for clothes. While I was trying to find something to put on, Ashley came out.

"Wow, you got burned a bit," she said, noting my red skin.

I didn't really feel it though. "I guess. Got anything for it?"

She nodded and grabbed a cream from one of her drawers.

"Lay down." I went over to the bed and laid down. She rubbed the cream into me, and I closed my eyes, her rubbing hands feeling great on my skin, helping to relax me a bit. I soon drifted off to sleep.

I found myself dreaming of Ashley, of her hands all over me. Of her hands inside me. Of us melting together. Not only were we intimate in the dream, but close, closer. Somehow one. I could feel us together, and feel us a part of each other. We wrapped around, bodies stretching out, coiling together like snakes. Our skin, touching, felt even more intimate than sexual contact. Like every inch of my skin was an g-spot. We coiled tighter and tighter. We merged, and we were one.

I woke up, the bazaar dream snapping me out of my sleep. Ashley sat at the vanity, tweezing her brows. I realized I had wet myself. Not pee, not that kind of wet. I flushed bright red as I sat there and realized I was naked, on her bed, with my pussy absolutely dripping from a dream I had just had about her.

"Umm, did I...?" I couldn't bring myself to say the rest.

She looked at me, a slight smile on her lips, then started laughing and blushing.

"I want to know what you were dreaming about! I stopped rubbing you because you started moaning at me." That just caused me to blush even harder. "What were you dreaming about?"

"I don't remember," I lied to her.

"Anyways, you better go eat something. Then get ready. We are going back, aren't we?"

I threw on a tank top and a pair of shorts, and went to the kitchen. She finished up and came out to join me.

"I guess we are. But..." I paused. "Do you know what happened last night?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just, I am not sure what I did last night. I woke up hurting all over, and I can't remember most of the night."

She shook her head. "All I remember was dancing. Then, I turned around, and you were gone." She paused. "But, I remember you waking me up. You must have had a good time." She stopped and frowned. "Did you? Or..." She left the next thing unsaid.

"I don't think I was drugged or anything. Last thing I remember was dancing and doing some coke with someone."

She shook her head at that. She only really smoked pot and drank a little. She didn't like the other drugs. "Well, sorry, I don't know. I finally stopped trying to find you and just joined the dancing." She smiled, and I could tell she felt energetic. "It was so much fun. I have never been to a party like that."

She leaned in, whispering to me, "I even saw a group of people having sex. I don't mean just one or two people, I mean like twelve or thirteen, right out in the parking lot." Her eyebrows raised at this, showing how scandalous she thought it was. "Four girls and the rest guys. The girls were almost screaming. No," she shook her head again, "not that kind of screaming. I mean, like they were enjoying it."

I imagined what it must be like to be a girl with more than one guy like that. Or be with others. Or in public. A thrill ran through me. I had never been with more than one guy, but the thought definitely interested me. Hmm, maybe if someone else was willing to join me. I thought of my dream of Ashley, and thought of me and her, and a circle of guys. It secretly turned me on more than I was willing to admit.

I found myself blushing. "Eww, why would the girls do something like that?"

She moved in close, our noses almost touching. "Don't you wonder what it would feel like to be with two guys at one? In you ass and in your pussy?"

I could feel her breath, hot on my own lips. My mind kept thinking about the dream, me and her, wrapped together, skin like an erogenous spot.

"I have seen those porns, where the girl has a guy in her ass and her pussy at the same time. Where a girl is sucking some guy while another does her from behind. Doesn't that thought turn you on?"

She moved her face a little closer, and all I could see was her big brown eyes. I could feel myself getting wet again. "Or licking another girl, down there, while a guy licks you down there?" Her eyes, so soft, so lovely. Her lips moving, breath hot, my core hot.

I could imagine Ashley and me there, together, in the middle of a group of guys. Our lips together, while we each had a guy inside us. I could see Ashley's naked skin, hot and sweaty, as our tongues entwined. It was easy to imagine. After all, I had just seen her completely naked shortly before we fell asleep, her hands rubbing down my body.

I was entranced by her eyes locked on mine, so close. Her lips almost brushed mine as she continued. "Could you imagine other people watching you as you were with those guys? To be those porn stars? All those cameras pointed at you?"

Suddenly, she sat back and started laughing.

I blushed yet again, the trance broken, this time turning a deep scarlet.

"Sorry sweety, payback. After all, you started moaning at me as I was trying to put the cream on you." I quickly looked away, intensely focused on the sandwich I had forgotten as she started her...teasing... "I even began to wonder if you, well, you know..."

"Bitch," I mumbled, which just made her laugh harder.

"Seriously though," she said, "it is sort of exciting to think about that, when you see all those people at the rave having sex."

I swallowed and nodded. "Yeah, but think of someone we knew saw us. We would be the sluts..."

She stopped smiling and nodded. "Besides, you have TJ."

I sighed and she spoke up again. "Still not sure if you will get back together with him?"

I looked at her in shock. "The asshole punched me!"

She nodded agreement, but slowly, like she wasn't sure. "Yes, but he didn't mean to. He was trying to hit Sam, and you got in the way."

I nodded. It was my fault, but that still didn't make me feel better. "Not as if he hasn't hit me before, when he knew it was me..." I mumbled. Her eyes took on a look of concern and she gave me a big hug. "It will be okay."

I nodded again, and finished my sandwich.

We continued to talk and slowly get ready. It was still a long drive to the site, but we were both excited about going. I popped another pill and we lit up a few bowls while we got ready, giggling as we did makeup and hair and clothes.

Once I was finished her eyes locked on me.

"Wow," was all she said.

I instantly responded with a defensive, "Well, did you see those dancers, and the girls with pasties and see through outfits?"

She nodded, then responded with, "Oh, I am not judging. I think you look amazing, and so hot. I am jealous!"

That made me feel better. "You...don't think it is too much?"

She laughed. "You just said girls wearing see through clothes!"

I laughed and nodded.

"Careful though, that someone doesn't try to take advantage of you."

"Grr, I won't let them."

She grred along with me then quipped, "I will protect you!"

Then she stopped, game me a shy smile with fluttering eyelids, and asked in a sickly sweet voice, "Can I take advantage of you?" I felt uncomfortable for a short time, then we both burst out laughing, hugging each other.

We tested each others outfits. She wore a romper, while I wore something a little different. A crop top with a zip up front and camo ruffled mini skirt. Vinyl g-string with a garter belt, and lolita goth boots.

I pulled down her tube top trying to test it. "Umm, you better be careful of that...I woke up with my top, well..."

She looked at me, intrigued, and I told her about how I woke up and fumed about my lost VIP dress.

"I...wow...are you sure you want to go back?" She looked upset, and I could tell that she had the same thought, that maybe I had been drugged.

"I already told you, I don't think it was that. It's fine. And I had fun." I smiled, and she smiled back.

"Anyways, be careful of that top, or change it," I told her, pulling it down again, exposing her breasts. I togged on the romper, and it seemed to stay in place with no problem.

She started checking mine. "Why all the zippers?" she asked.

"I just liked the way it looks." She tugged on my top, and it stayed in place. She lifted my ruffled camo mini skirt. "Wow, are you sure you want to wear a thong under that? I can see your ass."

"Oh, shhh you," I replied. "I have worn bikini bottoms, without a skirt, that weren't much different."

She pulled up the front and fingered the gun charms. I thought about taking those off, I didn't like them, but I didn't want to ruin the panties. "Zipper here too?"

"You don't like?"

She gave me an evil grin and started to undo the zipper. "I guess you won't even need to take them off if you...end up in the parking lot," she teased. My breath caught. I found myself wanting her to finish unzipping them. She zipped them back up, and checked out my boots. "I love them. I love your whole outfit. Maybe I should go get it. We could go as twins!"

"You look fine sweety. Just watch that top." We smoked another bowl of pot, then finally hit the road, happy and ready to party.

Party girl-Becoming the "party girl"-part 5 (Sex fantasy)

Me and Ashley got ready. When I finished, Ashley could not stop staring.

"Damn!" was all she could say. She looked a bit jealous at me in my outfit. Or maybe it was lustful. She wasn't into women that I knew of, but I admitted as I looked at myself in the mirror yet again, I looked hot.

I had been to a few boring college parties. Lets face it, Hollywood hypes the things up too much. But, I had never been to anything like a rave, but I had heard enough about them, and this outfit matched what I had seen on the internet.

When we arrived, I started feeling out of place. Most of the girls wore regular jeans or shorts and tops. Some in bikini tops. The music beat out its electronic, techno rhythm. At first I started to laugh, as I thought of the nerds with their techno music. But as we left the fringes, we saw people dancing, almost in a trance.

"I guess we know why they call it 'trance'," I said to Ashley.

People seemed to be in their own little world, some dancing slow, moving around in fluid motions, while others jumped and waved and ran around.

I watched one girl. Her eyes were closed, and she danced in her own little area, clear of others. Her arms undulated like a snake, weaving out to the sides, then in towards her body. Her torso snaked itself back and forth. Even her clothes made me feel like I was watching a person who was a snake, pattered like scales, green glinting as the sun hit it, sparkling. Tight shorts and a bikini top. Her movements were slow, not matching the rhythm, but still fitting it, and restrained. She was hypnotizing.

I looked away, realizing I was staring. I did not want to look like an idiot. Regaining my composure, I followed Ashley deeper into the rave.

I got more than a few looks, but not exactly what I expected. I felt disappointment welling up within me.

As we broke into the main area, I started to see why. On stages here and there, women danced in super short skirts, in bikinis. I saw a couple dancing, wearing only pasties across their nipples. Ashley gasped, and I looked where she was looking. One woman was dancing in a mesh bikini, and nothing else.

"Oh wow..." was all that Ashley could say. I had to agree. No way I would go out in something like that. "Is that even...legal?"

I just shook my head. It sort of drove home though how different this place was to the normal parties I had been to. I thought it would just be a large party with some drug use. It seemed like a whole other world.

It also made me more excited.

I found some xtc, and after arguing the price and realizing he wouldn't sell for less, agreed to buy one dose. For thirty dollars, I expected something better than what I got from Sam. Sadly, it was actually lower quality. I grumbled under my breath, wishing Sam was here.

As the sun set, the rave started...glowing. Laser shows were put on, and people started to light up. Glow in the dark bracelets, glowsticks, even glow in the dark clothes.

I laughed when I saw one guy walking around with, well, it looked like Christmas lights, wrapped around him.

With the xtc kicking in, it was amazing. Not as if I wasn't already feeling buzzed before, since me and Ashley had gotten stoned before coming and I had popped a couple morphine pills, but this just pushed it further, in exciting directions.

There was already a light show, but it seemed like the whole world turned into dancing, twisting, undulating lights. The lights blurred and mingled, leapt about and floating on the air. Soon, I was no longer even dancing with Ashley, but was floating among the lights. Rubbing up against them, feeling their warmth, feeling the light infuse my body, infuse my soul.

I eventually floated out of the main dance area, and off to the side noticed three guys standing around, near an empty, plain wooden stage. Nothing was going on on it, just random boxes and other things stacked on top. I went over to look at what they were doing, and notice they passed around this little glass tube. It was a cylinder, rounded at the top. It looked like a bullet, with a little handle like thing sticking out the side. Or a tap? I couldn't figure out what the little thing was that protruded from it.

Inside was white powder, and they took a tiny spoon and scooped out the powder from a small vial, putting it into the bullet looking thing. Finally I remembered what this was. A cocaine bullet. It was used so you could use the cocaine without all the hassle of finding a surface, running the lines. A way to use it discreetly.

I watched each, and felt my mouth water. That sounded great. I almost squealed with delight when I saw them fill it up again and hold it out. I looked around, and noticed I was the only one watching them.

"Yes, you. Want some?" The one holding the bullet asked.

I could feel my pulse pound as I walked towards it. I hesitated, and looked around.

"Won't we get in trouble?" They looked at each other, looked at me like I was a complete idiot, then answered.

"No..." one of the other guys said. "The cops don't come out here. And...this is a rave. It is pretty normal..." More staring at me like I was a total idiot.

I felt myself turn a bright red, and quickly grabbed it from him. I stuck the end into my nose and tried to snort. Nothing happened.

"You know what you're doing?" The guy asked who handed it to me.

I blushed even redder then tried again.

"Here, let me show you."

He took the annoying thing back, and covered the top with his finger. He then spun it upside down, turning the little handle thing, and tapped it lightly before turning it back over while turning the handle again.

He handed it back. "Try now."

I stuck it in my nose again, and snorted. I could feel the bite of the powder flooding into my nostril.

"Don't forget the other side." It took me a few seconds to understand what he meant. I had always only snorted coke on one side.

I fumbled around with it and finally got the stupid thing to work. I snorted and felt the other nostril fill with coke.

My head quickly started pounding and pulsing with the music around me. Not a bad pounding, but more like my brain was pulsing to the rhythm of the music washing over me.

I started dancing, right there, trying to make myself super sexy. It was my way of thanking them for sharing the coke with me. I went to them, one by one, pressing my body against theirs, wrapping my arms around them and held them close as I rubbed against them. By the time I was ready to dance with the third guy, I was feeling hot. It was the desert, and although the sun went down, body against body made sweat start beading my skin.

I pulled off the overdress, and danced in just my micro tube top and shorts. I kept noticing them occasionally glance towards the other women, in almost nothing. As if I wasn't sexy enough, they kept staring at women who were pretty much showing everything. I felt jealousy spike up hot inside me, and pushed myself to dance with them more provocatively, touching them, pressing my mouth against their ear. That got their attention, and soon they were focused back on me.

I noticed my top had been pushed down, showing my nipples, but didn't honestly care by this point. Looking over, I saw a guy and a girl having sex, right here in the open. It should have disgusted me, but it just turned me on.

They broke out the bullet again for another round of coke, and I joined in. We danced more, and I had to pull my arms out of the micro tube top. It had slid around my stomach, my breasts no longer even a little covered, and left me dancing topless. I laughed and danced anyways, ignoring it.

Suddenly, one of the guys fingers were pushing down the top front of my shorts. I felt myself panting as I let him feel around inside. On seeing this, the other two decided to make their own move, grabbing my breasts. I found myself between three guys forming a triangular wall around me. One was fondling my breast, and finally put my nipple in his hot mouth. I cried out slightly at the sudden, electric touch, sending waves of pure lust coursing through me.

The other shoved his hands down the back of my shorts, while the other started rubbing my clit.

Between the two shoving their hands down my shorts, my shorts didn't stand a chance, and soon was falling around my knees. I lifted my legs and let them drop to the ground, stepping out of them, as the two guys focused on my ass and pussy.

I brought my hands to the front of the two guys to either side's pants, and returned the favor, shoving my hand down the top of their pants, working past their underwear, until I finally was able to wrap my fingers around their hard cocks.

I spread my legs, giving them access to me, and while one just grabbed and pulled my ass, and the other squeezed my breast and twisted the nipple, the third, the one in front of me, pushed his fingers inside my pussy.

My knees gave way as I climaxed, already close prior to him inserting into me.

They lifted me up tried to bring me over to the wooden stage. I wiggled out of their grasp and walked over on my own.

I put my hands on the stage, my body at an angle, and danced for them again. I thrust my hips down, dropping almost to the ground, then slowly stood back up while swaying my hips back and forth.

Then, overcome with...something, I started twerking for them. I wasn't good at it, I hated twerking, and had always refused to do it. It always seemed low class, cheap, whorish, and...well, you get the point. But I did it.

They joined in. They bumped their groin against my ass and shoved hard, shoving me forward. Almost like rough sex without penetration. Ram into the back of me, then back off for the next. Soon, they were rotating, taking turns, and I found my hips stopping, just feeling them run into my ass. I bent my arms down, and eventually settled my face against the hard wood. As they ran into me, they also rubbed against my outer labia. The stimulation was incredible. I just sat there, trying not to move, so that when they shoved their pelvis against me, I could feel their bulge in their pants press against my excited lips. I pushed away from the edge against them, and as I cleared the edge of the empty stage, I bent down even farther. Fortunately, I am pretty flexible, so it was easy to do.

Now, when they rammed into me, they did so softer, after I almost fell over a couple times. My head was almost between my legs, forehead almost resting in the sand, legs spread two times my shoulder width, arms pressed in front of me. Basically, I was in a downward facing dog position.

They stopped, and I swung my neck forward so I could see why they stopped. I saw one coming up against me, but slowly.

I felt his penis penetrate my pussy in a rush. Fortunately, I was very wet by this point. I cried out as I felt him enter me. It felt strange. It felt wonderful. I wondered briefly if it hurt him, angled like this, his cock curved up, while my vagina cavity was angled down. High as we were by this point, I doubt either of us would have felt pain even if it did hurt. I didn't wonder about it much though, my mind not caring, and not thinking. Fleeting thought anyways.

He didn't slow down much, compared to their bumping, grabbing my hips to either side, using his arms to pull me against him hard. When he slipped out, once, twice, his cock slid up along my perineum, across my asshole, before he realigned himself and pushed back in. I rocked back and forth on my hands and feet, adding to our momentum.

He came inside me soon, not even five minutes after entering me. Normally my boyfriend would stop then, but we were moving so hard against each other that we didn't even stop for a second. The thought of my boyfriend was gone in a flash itself, not even giving me time to understand it. At this moment, I was not even sure what a boyfriend was. All I knew was my pussy felt hot, felt good. He kept on, cumming again, again. Three times in less than 15 minutes. My own body was lost in bliss, coke fueled climaxes tightening me up, leaving me helpless as he pulled me against him again and again.

After his third orgasm left him pulling me tight against his pelvis, his friends shoved him off.

"Our turn fucker."

The second one took me the same way, cumming twice more as he pounded against me. Climax after climax wracked me, my head spinning.

Finally, I collapsed after the second guy came inside me for the second time, my arms no longer able to hold me up, my legs folding on themselves.

The third guy, wanting his turn, lifted my up with a hand around my waist, shoving me against the stage floor, my legs on the ground as I lay against the cool wood.

My mind tried to say enough, I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't be letting these guys use me, but the cocaine cloud prevented the though from getting through, leaving my pussy waiting, quivering, for him.

He mounted me like a dog, his legs pressed against mine, his chest resting against my back, shoving me against the wood, his arms above my head. He thrust hard, shoving my thighs against the wood. He pulled out and shoved again, hard, knocking the breath from me. Soon, he was pounding me like an animal gone wild. The other two had another sniff of the bullet, and one held it to my nose, telling me to sniff. I sniffed it, the burning offsetting the pounding, my nose on fire, my thighs on fire, my pussy on fire. Everything was burning up, and it felt wonderful. I let my raw lust take over as the third guy continue.

Three orgasms later from the guy on my back, and by now I couldn't even tell if I was climaxing anymore, they kept going, and he was pulling out. The first guy stepped back up and took his place. They took turns, over and over, and I lost count of how many times they came inside me total. Three the first, two the second, three the third. Then again, two, four, one. Two, one, two. Two, four, one.

Cum covered my legs, dripping from me, being pushed out by the next one. Line of coke after line of coke. Another, another, another. Finally, we all collapsed exhausted after five hours of animal, coke infused sex.

My apology

So, I realize I have not updated my new story for a few days...and, I owe my readers an apology for that.

Hmm, I guess I felt hurt. I know, not something that is sexy (well, unless you are into seeing girls cry). I put up a poll, and kept checking it. Yet, no one even bothered to click an answer. I kept getting more upset.

Anyways, yesterday, I tested it myself. And, found that it didn't work...so, I am the idiot. Sorry, please be patient, I don't really know all this coding stuff. I just followed some instructions and posted it. I guess I messed it up. Stupid me...

Also, I admit, I have been feeling a bit hurt out of the little response I have had to my offer to let someone grope me on the subway were I live in real life. I have had a couple people email/message me, but have received no other comments/emails/etc. I felt like no one really cared. I know, first world problems, I am upset because no one is telling me how they want to grope me.

I understand, after thinking about it for a while. I mean, if accepted, the person would have to travel to a foreign country (I doubt I have many readers where I live). Then, they would have to perform an illegal act in a public place. I am not sure if it would even be possible to set it up so neither me nor the other person would risk getting in legal trouble. So I understand that no one would be very willing to actually take part. I guess I was at least hoping to hear from some people about how they would imagine it.

For the story, I know I have a thought post where I post about it, but I wanted to explain myself a little in here, while I am getting things off my chest. I know some will be repeated, but please bear with me, or just skip the rest.

I have been that party girl before, getting high and not knowing what happened after a certain point. I have woke up with that total and complete stranger, and asked myself wtf did I just do, only to get drunk/stoned/etc the very next day and not remember what I did that next day either. I have months that I don't remember from when I was using drugs. So, this story is based in some of my past reality.

The main character in the story is a shallow, self absorbed bitch on purpose. I guess it is a reflection of my negative feelings towards those popular girls in high school, the same ones that teased me, that belittled me, that took my stuff to play keep away, that decided to beat me in the playground. God I hated high school...

So, I guess this story also lets me put the "popular girl" in situations where I have been, or situations where I can humiliate them. I know it isn't politically correct, but fuck that, this is my story. The character will have the blackout periods, where she will act in ways she normally wouldn't because she would normally be self aware that it would damage her reputation. But hey, enough drugs, and I know from personal experience that your brain flies out the window, and you do shit you normally wouldn't. Remember, I have sold my body for drugs before, I know how low someone can sink just to get high one more time.

I will try to make it clear by showing something like "I woke up, not remembering much past the first hour, and dancing." So, show that she doesn't remember. But, I also admit, I have my slight kink, at least in fantasy (I faced it too much in reality to want it anymore in reality) for being humiliated. It probably stems from my own self destructive history, my own self loathing, and probably many other issues I have. I would need to find a psychologist to even try to find these answers. I have before, so I know a few of them, but I still have many issues that have never been addressed.

As for the blackouts, and the reasons she does some things that would not be normal behavior, well, that is to explain what I want to fantasize about, yet try to keep it imaginable. Here is a lesson: Girls do things to make themselves happy. But, it comes with many tradeoffs, especially around sexuality. Society says "let a girl do what she wants with her body, without being judged". Yeah, as if that is the reality. We don't often match reality with ideology, us humans. I have had many guys tell me "I don't judge you based on what you do with your own body", and yet, almost all (There may be some genuine people, but it is rare) will do so. A girl has sex, it is judged. Maybe not always consciously, but society still judges. One reason I write these stories. When I was in high school, trust me, most of my peers wanted nothing to do with me. I was outcast. I did stupid crap and killed my reputation. Remember, my parents had to move because of my actions, to protect me. So while we like to say we support a woman's right to do what she wants with her own body, that is not what actually happens.

If I eat too much, I get judged. If I wear the wrong outfit, I get judged. Too much skin, I am a slut/whore/whatever. Too little skin, I am a prude. Look at rape culture. While the crime itself is still normally punished if proved, society itself still asks questions, many of which do not matter. What were you wearing? Were you drinking? Why were you out that late? Were you leading him on? Did you enjoy it?

Here is a hint: While we do sometimes dress up for a man, most of the time we dress up for:
1. Ourselves. We like to feel sexy.
2. Other women. I guess you would need to be a woman to understand this one. Think of it like a competition. We try to outdress each other. Herd mentality I guess?

So, I use these as a way to imagine my fantasy in a society that, while giving lipservice to a woman's rights to her own body, does not really give a woman rights to her own body. Not from a societal view anyways.
Smile.
Speak politely.
Don't wear too revealing of outfits.
Don't eat too much.
Don't put on too much makeup.
You didn't use any makeup, don't you care about how you look?
I prefer blonds.
If you are assertive, you are a feminist nazi whore
If you are passive, men can do whatever they want to you
If you want to stop, and the man doesn't want to, well, you shouldn't have started.
If you go out in sweats, you don't care about yourself or your appearance.
If you have a baby without a man, you need a man to take care of you
If you have a baby without a man, you are a slutty whore
If you have an abortion, you are, well, many things...even though for some reason it is always the woman's fault, as if no man was involved at all...and it is always her burden...even though it takes 2 (Not counting artificial insemination here...)
I won't even touch rape apologies...

These are just a few of the many, many, many things society judges women on.
So, I like to paint a picture where I can do anything I want without being judged.

Anyways, I will shut up now, and just leave the note:

Party girl-Becoming the "party girl"-part 4 (Sex fantasy)

The next day, I was still hurt. Mentally, and physically.

My face had swollen where TJ hit me, and was tender to the touch. It took alot of makeup to cover the bruise. My eye was puffy and my cheek was bruised from the punch. Each time I saw it I got angrier and angrier. At this point, I was not sure if I even wanted to see TJ again.

I went to Sam's house, knocking on his door.

He answered bleary, red-eyed.

"What?" He asked, grumping at me for waking him.

"I want some more morphine." I told him.

He sighed and opened the door, letting me in.

While the makeup hid the black eye and bruising, it was still a bit puffy and did not look completely right. He seemed to have noticed it.

"Hurts? Sorry, you should have stayed out of it." He looked at the ground, and softly mumbled, "thanks for stopping him though."

He disappeared into the back of his house and came out with a pill bottle.

"Ten dollars a pill. How many do you want?"

I thought about it. "Twenty," I told him.

I took out two hundred dollars and handed it to him. I sighed, looking at my remaining seven hundred. Two days, not even two, and already three hundred gone. My parents had given me a thousand for the break, and we hadn't even went shopping yet.

I popped a pill, driving back to Ashley's and felt the pleasant tingles as my face went numb. My body did too, but finally I could smile without my face hurting.

I ran up to Ashley's room. "Get dressed. It is time to go shopping before I run out of money."

At the words shopping, her eyes lit up and she flew into action. She was ready in less than an hour and we were on our way to the mall.

Tonight we were supposed to go to a rave, so we went to the Yandy warehouse. It sucked to go there, it was a freaking warehouse sales outlet, but I loved Yandy rave outfits.

We ended up getting carried away, and I ended up spending another three hundred.

Still, I loved my new clothes. Some new bras and panties, a criss-cross body suit, a lace overlay mini dress, an entire black furry animal rave set, a neon party dress, a VIP mini dress to wear over the top of my micro tube top and shorts. I felt ready for any rave party.

That evening, I went with the VIP mini dress and micro tube outfit.

(See pics of the outfits I would soooo love to buy with the show/hide outfits button below. These are the ones I have specifically listed, so you can understand some of my favs from that site).

Party girl-Becoming the "party girl"-part 3 (Sex fantasy)

After that, Sam started to become a little less standoffish towards me. Oh, he still seemed to avoid TJ, but he would talk to me and seemed, well, a bit more normal.

I found I really liked parties while on xtc, and the dancing was wonderful. The people were wonderful. The whole world was wonderful. Oh, when I found out he charged me double for a hit, I had to hit him, but it was a wonderful time, with spring break just starting.

It was the first weekend, and I was ready to party.

"Mom, I will be staying with Ashley during the break," I called upstairs.

"Okay. Just don't do anything stupid," she called back down.

Fortunately, Ashley's family was gone. She threw such a fit that they agreed to let her stick around, which meant me and her were free from the parents for the entire week.

I went over to her house with a bag of clothes and makeup and other essentials. I could always go home if I needed more, or just borrow from her.

She greeted me at the door with a huge hug, and a scream for my ear!

I wrung my finger in my ear, then shrieked right along with her. "So, what are we doing first?" I asked.

"Well, there is a big party tonight." I grinned ear to ear. This is exactly why we didn't want to be under the parents thumbs. No curfew. No rules about boys. No worries about mom and dad catching us stumbling home drunk. Fortunately, Ashley got stoned herself, so it didn't take long before me and her were sharing a joint.

"So," she said, barely concealing a laugh.

"This one," I said. I grabbed a short skirt and a low cut tank top.

"TJ won't be able to keep his hands off you!" She screeched. I rolled my eyes and thought to myself how annoying it would be if I was stuck in her house the whole time. Oh, we were good friends, but she was overly excitable at times, and the way she squealed out comments when she got excited got on my nerves. I took a deep breath in, inhaling the smoke in my lungs and holding it, then gave her a wink and nodded.

"You know he thinks he will get on a college team, right?" I told her.

"No way!" I winced, but fortunately, I was stoned enough by now that it didn't bother me that much.

"I know, he will be pro. Just watch. College team, then pro. Oh my god, imagine me! I mean, have you seen all the money they make?"

I could picture myself walking down the isle with him, a huge wedding, expensive. He would be a pro ball player. "We will be so rich."

She nodded, and we laughed again.

I slipped on the outfit, checking myself in the mirror, and we helped each other put on makeup. It took a few tries. We were already a bit wasted.

Once we were ready, we headed out, grabbing some food and eating it in the car.

"My fucking god! Look at her!" We pointed at laughed at a fat, black girl in yoga style pants. We cracked up laughing, so hard we could barely catch our breath.

We drove to the party, and joined in. We met TJ there, and I followed him as we stopped and talked to everyone.

Eventually, we ran into Sam. TJ and Sam avoided looking at each other, and TJ started talking to someone else. Sam pulled at my elbow and whispered, "come try this." I looked at TJ, engrossed in talk about, well, whatever it was, and decided I was bored, so let go of his arm and followed Sam.

We went back into a bedroom and he pulled out a mirror and a baggie with white powder.

"What is that?" I asked, more curious than anything. I had seen it in the movies, and it actually surprised me that it was exactly what I thought.

"Coke." he informed me. He shook some of the white powder out of the baggie onto the mirror, now laying on the end table next to the bed, and pulled out a razor blade wrapped in cardboard. The cardboard pulled off, he started pushing the blade through the powder. I was intrigued, but didn't understand why he would do that. It was powder. How do you cut powder. I asked as much.

"To make sure it is very fine See these bigger pieces?" He pushed one out with the edge of the razor. I nodded. "Well, you don't want the chunks. When you use it, you want it to be really fine." I nodded, but still didn't understand. My stomach felt like it was doing little flips. I was excited, and nervous, to be in there.

He chopped it until he was satisfied, then pulled out a little metal tube. He put one end up his nose, pushed his other nostril closed with his finger, and snorted it up. I watched in fascination as the powder disappeared. Soon, he was sitting back up and handing the metal tube to me. Just as he handed it to me, TJ walked in.

"What the fuck are you doing in here with him." He took a menacing step towards Sam.

"Its okay sweety. Sam was just letting me try a little coke." He glared at him, and looked at the remaining line. Grabbing the tube from me, he grabbed the mirror, disturbing the little powder line, and snorted it up.

"Hey, that was mine!" I told him. I could not tell if I was whining or not. It sounded too much like it, so I just glared.

"It's fine," Sam said, and chopped up another line. He offered it to me, and soon I was snorting it myself. I felt the powder bite my nose. I had no other way to describe it. I could even taste it, bitter, chalky. I ran out to grab something to drink. Try to wash away the awful taste.

When I got back, neither was in the room. Later, I found them both back in the living room.

My heart felt like it was beating fast, and the room felt like it was moving slow. While the xtc had a calming effect, this seemed to give me lots of energy. I felt like I could do anything. I felt so strong, so powerful. Time blurred as I became an energetic ball. Ashley didn't bother me at all, and in fact, I had never felt closer to her. I grabbed her hand, pulled her over where Sam was sitting, and grabbed his hand. I pulled them both back to the same bedroom. "Ashley, you need to try this!" I blurted. Sam didn't move fast enough, so I reached in his pocket and grabbed the mirror and baggie. "Where is the razor?" I asked him.

"Woah. Slow down. Chill out." He reached in the same pocket and pulled the razor out. I grabbed it out of his hand and took the cardboard off, laying the mirror on the bed, and shaking the baggie. Suddenly, powder all over.

"Hey!" he yelled. "What are you doing? Do you know much much this costs?"

"Oh, sorry." I tried to pick it up with my fingers and put it back in the bag. It was so hard to grasp. Coke on a blanket, well, not that easy to pick up and put in a plastic bag.

He pushed me out of the way and cleaned it up as best he could. Then, he made a new line for Ashley. After she snorted, he made another line for himself, and then a line for me. That is when TJ walked in again. I was leaning against Sam's back, my arms wrapped around his neck, watching as he chop, chop, chopped.

He looked at us and lunged for Sam. Sam jumped back, and TJ went wide. Darting past us, Sam ran out of the room, with TJ following.

I ran behind, screaming at TJ to stop. Everyone was staring and trying to get out of the way of two running football players barreling down the hall. 

TJ tackled Sam and they both went down. One punch landed and I was trying to grab TJ's arm. I found myself on the ground, dazed and confused. Reaching up to touch my face, I felt my cheek. I winced. It hurt. I sat there for a couple more seconds before I realized TJ punched me. He stared at me with a shocked expression. He hadn't hit me since he stopped the steroid cycles. I was pissed. Without thinking, I moved over and kissed Sam, right on the lips. 

TJ's eyes went wide in shock. Sam's eyes did too. Now TJ was even more pissed, but right then I didn't care. He backed up without another word and left. No one got in his way. Everyone stared in stunned silence for a couple more minutes before going back to do whatever they were before, with lots of glances at me and Sam the whole time. 

I found Ashley and made her take me back to her house. I sobbed most of the night with Ashley trying to comfort me. And I didn't see, or want to see, TJ for the rest of spring break.

Party girl-Becoming the "party girl"-part 2 (Sex fantasy)

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