I was walking home when I saw some guy beating up a girl. I decided to step in, and a brawl broke out with that fucking pig. The end result? The cops got called, and the girl filed a report against *me*—turns out he was her dad.

I get turned on when people yell at me. Like, *really* yell—spit flying everywhere! I vividly imagine myself getting fucked while someone screams at me. It’s incredibly hard to detach myself from that fantasy whenever I’m arguing with my parents...

My boyfriend spent ages trying to talk me into a threesome (with another girl). I was always against it, and we used to have huge fights over it. But one night I finally gave in; I was sick of arguing about it, plus I was absolutely wasted—we’d been out at a club. He picked up a chick there who was also down for it; he was making out with her, thinking he was about to have the time of his life. But then we went back to our place, and once things got started, the other girl got totally into *me*—and we both completely forgot about my boyfriend. We were just enjoying each other’s company so much. He tried to join in, but we pushed him away and kept going—even after we’d sobered up a bit. Eventually, he just left.

Black leggings turn me on like crazy. Especially when they’re hugging a great figure, of course. Sometimes I just want to pick up a girl wearing black leggings and rip them right off her during sex. But who would actually agree to that—and without any compensation, too? So, I’m hoping to eventually talk some drunk girl into it after a night at the club. How else am I supposed to make it happen? Otherwise, this fantasy is going to stay just that—a fantasy—for a long, long time.  

I went to a class reunion. I got so wasted there that I couldn't string two words together, and I ended up puking right next to my bed. I overslept and missed work, but I distinctly remember that all morning long, some guy named «Alarm» kept calling my phone.

I live in a dorm, and they moved a roommate into my room. Since I had absolutely no desire to share my space with him, I started stashing my dirty, stinky socks—fresh from my workouts—under his bed; the stench was so bad it made even *my* eyes water. A week later, he moved out.

If you ever feel like a total fuckwit, just think of me. One time, with nothing better to do, I decided to turn my bathroom into a makeshift sauna. I turned the water up to 50°C (I was afraid to go any hotter, thinking I’d scald myself) and let it run. I lay there steaming away, but I nearly suffocated in the end because the bathroom door was shut and the ventilation wasn't working. My dad actually had to give me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

I met a guy. We’d been talking for a long time, and eventually, things progressed to sex. Passion, sparks, pure fire. He whispered tenderly that he had a gift for me. I was anticipating something really lovely—but instead, he took the «gift,» shoved it into my vagina, and started fucking me with it. I thought it was a dildo, but it turned out to be a cucumber inside a condom. I wish he’d just used his own dick instead...

I was in college—18 years old, a virgin. I had plenty of admirers and wanted to have sex, but I was terrified of it. That is, until I was sitting in class one day and something just *clicked* in my head: I needed to do it—and I needed to do it *now*. I didn't have a boyfriend, so I messaged one of my suitors straight-up: «Be my first.» That very evening, I went over to his place. The sex felt so new and amazing that, after spending the night with him, I headed straight to another suitor's place the next morning and slept with *him*. I never made it to the third guy, though—I fell asleep on the bus. When I woke up, I was absolutely floored by my own behavior—what the hell had I just done?!—and within a month, I’d settled back down. I never did end up making it to that third guy.

My pussy swells up after sex. I have no idea what to do about it. It happens every single time. It puffs up like a balloon. Whenever it happens, my husband calls it my «little dumpling.» We’ve been wanting to try anal sex, but I’m afraid my ass would swell up, too. I sit here wondering what to do about this—and whether it’s actually possible to be allergic to sex.

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