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Here are the rules this time...everyone will be participating.

You will post a short story or sexual scenario. You will describe it as if it happened to you, whether it really did, or is just a fantasy that you have.

Members will try and determine if you're making things up, or are speaking from experience. Anyone who posts has the option to reply to any previously posted stories and comment on real experience vs. made up fantasy.

It's up to you to decide when you want to tell us whether or not it happened to you, or did not. ;)

Fair enough?

I'll begin.

My very first experience with bondage was a little unexpected. When I was younger, I was at a party with some friends one night. It was a typical teenagers' house party where things got too rowdy and one of the neighbors called the police. Things were so loud, most of us were unaware the cops were in the house until they turned the music off. They were rounding up people before that even happened. Underaged drinkers were taken into the kitchen and their names were taken down, so their parents could be contacted. Anyone caught with illegal substances (ahem, yours truly) wasn't so lucky. They handcuffed us and escorted us to a squad car, where we waited while they finished with everyone else.

I was at the party with a guy I had 'dated' who lived out of state. He was a cousin to my neighbor and staying with them for the week as a summer trip. We hit it off at a 3rd of July barbecue that most of the neighborhood usually attended and were, well...our relationship was of a sexual nature pretty quickly. Anyways, seeing as we came together, and he had no parents nearby, they elected to put him in the squad car with me and keep us together until they could figure out what else to do with him (he lied and told them he was staying at my house, so his uncle wouldn't find out ;) ). He wasn't handcuffed, as he wasn't caught with anything illegal.

I'm sure you can see where this is going. ;) After a little while being locked in the back of a police car together...he got a little adventurous and started touching me a bit. No kissing, no leaning over....we knew that any second someone could come out of the house and hop in the front seat. The squad car was parked in the driveway, front towards the house, so luckily we had a plain view of the door, and the lights were on, so it had been in my head that we weren't very visible sitting inside.

He discreetly slipped his hand in my skirt, pushed my panties aside, kept one eye on me, and the other on the front door. With my hands cuffed behind my back, I just sat straight up, did what I could to keep my composure, and tried to keep quiet. There was something a bit impersonal about it to me, as I wanted to be able to look in his eyes, kiss him, be kissed...anything but just feel his fingers slipping in and out of me and being able to do nothing but sit back with my hands cuffed behind me and my eyes fixated on the front door of the house, terrified that at any moment we could get caught. I think that was the first time I can remember being turned on by having to suppress my pleasure (if that even makes any sense).

I was just about nearing an orgasm when we saw the front door open. 2 police officers came out and started walking out the door. He started to pull his hand away...I almost died, I was sooo close. My heart started beating even faster when I saw them, I wasn't sure if I should feel glad we didn't get caught, or upset at myself for being that dirty and getting turned on by a guy touching me at such an inappropriate time.

Then...instead of closing the door behind them..they turned their backs to us, and continued talking to the home owners' son for a few more moments. He used that time to finish me off, pull his hand away, and fix my skirt. I remember getting pushed over the edge and cumming with his fingers barely inside me as he tried to keep his body positioned completely on his side of the back seat. I had an orgasm, while trying to keep my eyes open and on the police, to be sure they weren't turning around and walking towards us. I wanted to put my hand over my mouth to keep myself quiet. But I had to just sit there, motionless, as I let out a few quiet moans between my heavy studdered breathing. When the cop came back to the car, I was flush, out of breath, and disoriented...no doubt, as he figured, from the night's events.

We were taken to the police station, where they called my Dad and had me picked up. I did 20 hours of community service at the senior center that summer. That orgasm was worth every bit of it. ;)

True or false? ;)

-L

EDIT: P,S. I almost forgot your incentive to tell a story. When you post a story, if you' like to you...you can PM me and i'll tell you whether or not mine is true. People who do NOT post will have to wait exactly one week from the date I post a story before I post whether or not it's true. People who DO post a story can find out any time they want to. Deal? ;)

It can t be real. (I hope so!!!! or I ll be to envy)

Moreover i think a girl will describe with more detail such a story if real.

bird wrote:It can t be real. (I hope so!!!! or I ll be to envy)

Moreover i think a girl will describe with more detail such a story if real.

You want more detail? I can edit it with more detail. ;)

-L

a question: can these stories also be evaluated by your gauge ?

bird wrote:a question: can these stories also be evaluated by your gauge ?

Edited with more detail for you. ;)

Yes, they most certainly will be evaluated. Why, you think you can submit something that warrants a 10? ;)

-L

he was not cuffed Ashe !!!

Ashe wrote:False. Not a chance. I'd believe you were drinking, but you with illegal substances, nope, I'm not buying it. Besides, I know how difficult it is to maneuver in handcuffs. I don't think he could get his fingers where he needed to, if he were cuffed and sitting next to you.

Sorry,

Ashe

Re-read dear. He wasn't handcuffed.

Also...I had a few rough years in my late teens. Ask me about it sometime.

-L

well after deep thought and a little titillation i have decided that it is true !!

Dear Lindsey,

I seem to be the first to post my story... and I don't care if your's is true or not....I want to believe it's all true, and I bet you thought your head was going to explode as you went over the edge without being able to move very much or make too much noise... Anyway to the task in hand as they say...


When I failed a year at University (UK) I had to resit a year which meant I had to earn money to pay the tuition fees, (back in the days when students got a Government Grant they could survive on) and managed to get myself through but found myself in the situation of not being allowed to live on Campus in my final year. I was in a relationship with a girl who was very sexy and loved taking the dominant role. We were very open about the relationship at that time and she did tease me by telling our mutual girlfriends about our experiments, I often sat in the pub or cafe having very intimate conversations with her friends who wanted to know more.

Five or six nights a week I stayed with my girlfriend in a girls only corridor in the self catering block, the other girls all had boyfriends too so we would stagger cooking etc (but I always ended up cleaning the kitchen…I’ve just realized that…LOL). My partner had a kink about me being blindfold and desperate to cum. As part of this "play" I'd (more than) happily get naked, blindfolded and do whatever she wanted. I got fairly accomplished at filling a basin with warm water (from the sink in the room) and washing and massaging her feet. I'd then know where on the shelf to find the massage oil and give her a foot massage, gradually working up her legs....

One night after letting me get very excited, she handcuffed me with my hands behind my back. I was kneeling, blindfold and she teased my lips with the toes of one foot while literally bringing me to orgasm with her other foot, there was a vibrator involved and I can only imagine what she was doing with that...

When we both calmed down my only two choices were to stay handcuffed and blindfolded or to lick her foot clean to her satisfaction.


To satisfy a bet of hers with a friend I went through the same scenario with her friend, 17 years on I still don't know who she was but if the girl with the fishnet stockings is out there....

Edit: Hey just read your other new thread.... so just to give this direction toward you, you have no idea how much I'd like the chance to do the same to these captivating legs in your Avatar, I do hope they are yours.

I can't believe I'm actually posting this here, but it's anonymous, so I guess there's no harm ;).

Let's begin, I'm not good at weaving what happened into a "story" so I'm just gonna state flat out what happened. It's not really as erotic as it is embarrassing. English is also not my primary language so some sentences may sound weird..

Here goes. I've had a foot fetish for as long as I can remember. An (ex-)friend of mine's mom had the most delicious erotic feet I had ever seen and she always used to walk either barefoot or in slippers around the house. She was also very sexual in a way, she was always bringing up innuendo of sorts. Of course I looked for all sorts of reasons to be over at that friend's house, just to be able to take little peeks at his mom's feet (she noticed it very often, but I always looked away quickly). I can't even count the number of times I must have jerked off in bed late at night thinking about her feet.

Anyway, the years went on and when I was about 18 I went over to his house expecting him to be home (I wanted to play some poker since we were in this poker playing phase - don't ask), his mom opens the door and tells me he's not home. Just as I'm about to leave she tells me they have a problem with the family computer and asks me if I want to fix it (I'm a CS student so people expect me to fix their computers all the time). Fine, I go in, fiddle with the computer, I fix it in about 30 minutes, all the while losing the battle with my eyes to keep them from drifting to her feet while she's cooking dinner in the kitchen.

When I get up to leave she says, outright: "I know you like my feet". I swear to god, my face turned bright red and my heart was pounding so fast I was (literally) afraid I was going to faint. I couldn't say a single word. She smiles and gives me 10 euros for fixing the computer and sends me out the door. I was painfully embarrassed, yet extremely turned on by it. I was shaking the whole evening and jerked off to it many many many many (did I say many?) times afterwards over the years to come. :P

I only went back to that house a few times but I never managed to look her in the face again. I had a fight with that "friend" shortly afterward (for different reasons) and I never saw him and his mom again since.

True/false? :p

I'll go for a true Mu, and I bet you regretted not taking the conversation further...

Hello again.... are we allowed two goes?? I posted this in another thread recently...


I once spent two weeks staying with my then girlfriend at her grandmothers house and we took granny everywhere we went so couldn't really kiss or cuddle never mind anything else....

We did sleep in the same room however, in separate single beds that creaked and groaned horribly so no chance of making love....

My girlfriend was a brilliant tease and after a brief kiss standing up would jump into her bed naked throwing the covers back and let me watch her quietly pleasure herself, the beds were just close enough that I could manoeuvre myself slowly and quietly to lick and suck either her outstretched hand or foot, whichever she decided.....

When she was satisfied she would look at me with her lustful eyes and luscious lips mouthing "thank you" before switching the light out and pulling the covers over herself for a good nights sleep.

Knowing her Granny was through the wall I'd gently drag my covers over no matter what end of the bed my head was at and try to sleep... literally three or four strokes in the bed I was in seemed to create a resonant frequency in the bed so I couldn't do it....

Possibly the longest (and best) two weeks holiday I've had.

This will be pretty tame by the standards here, but maybe that will make it more believable ;)

I had just moved to a new city, and by a fortunate coincidence found myself living pretty close to a girl I had chatted (and flirted) with online over a number of years. After meeting up and spending an afternoon together she pulled up close to me at my apartment and told me she thought it was hot that she knew I had an erection, and that she liked to press up against me to feel it... and from there we fell into a nice summer, well not really romance, but friendship with a lot of fun in the bedroom.

We never really got into anything kinky, but this girl loved hard cocks and oral sex so there was a little bit of teasing. She liked to rub me through my clothing when we were watching television or a movie and get me nice and hard, and take things from there... and I certainly wasn't complaining :) It was a great summer, but all things move towards their end, which is where the teasing part of the story comes in.

It was just coming up on fall, and we were spending a lazy evening sitting around and watching some movie or another. She reached down between my legs and started to massage me, and soon enough I was hard and aching for more, and more than ready to go further. Then she unzipped me, leaned down, and took me into her mouth for one long, full stroke... then tucked me back in, patted my crotch, and said that she really had to get going as it was getting late! Protests fell on deaf ears. I saw her to the door, still hard, through one last hip pressing embrace, and then she was off. The part that keeps this burned into my memory is that this was the last time we fooled around -- she found herself in a more serious relationship soon after (which was totally fine), eventually moved away, and we drifted apart. I'm sure she enjoyed leaving that night knowing I was hard and thinking about her, I wonder if she appreciates just how lasting the impression was. What a way to say goodbye :)

I think Lindsey's story is true, both goodboy's stories are false and drawn's is false as well.

Hmm...

Goodboy, your first story is false, the second one is true. The second one warrants an 8, on my little scale. ;)

Mu, your story is false.

Drawn, your story is false.

-L