That Time I Tried to be Gay in College [Patreon Exclusive]
Added 2024-03-14 05:57:06 +0000 UTCUnedited ramble - okay. Ask and ye shall recieve. Complete with not knowing the mic was on and sweater sounds and mouth-noise heeeere you go.
AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaanyways. I'm going to bed so I can maybe get that Friday Quinn drop in
[but probably not team my voice is so tired]
[I will keep watering the Patreon tho I really like it here]
[why did he break up that last thought into two sentences when it could have been one?]
[uh oh what's going on now? is this some kind of bracket ramble?]
[brambles? briars and brambles? bracket riars and bracket rambles]
[what the fuck is a "riair"???!?!?!]
{goodnight}
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Libra flirting. [🤣 in Libra]
Fairy Dust Bunny
2025-05-20 21:39:10 +0000 UTCmy first threesome started in a club. the music pulsed through our veins, neon lights kissed our skin, bodies swaying, pressing, lost in the rhythm. the heat wrapped around us, sweat tracing paths down our spines, laughter sharp as glass breaking in the night. a blond English boy liked me— his eyes cold, bright blue, his gaze heavy, like he was drinking me in. his hands were light, tentative, a contrast to the heat of the night. not my style (I was always a sucker for brown eyes) but the night was young, and I liked the way he watched. we slipped into a corner, breathless, vodka burning soft on our tongues. "I have an idea," I murmured to Flora, close enough to taste her perfume. she tilted her head, waiting, so I leaned in, whispered slow. she giggled, nodding. so I turned to the boy, and let the night unfold. I don't know what got into me I’ve always liked men. but tonight, curiosity burned bright, and my pulse quickened in the dark. his blue eyes were glittered once I asked him the poetic question we slipped into the cab, and the lights of Budapest swirled, reflecting our secrets on the glass. giggles and moans broke the silent of the night when the three of us were dancing in bed the skin of Flora was soft and warm like silk against my hands, gentle curves, a silken thread I could follow. her body was an invitation, her breath a sigh against my cheek. his body, on the other hand, was a storm. muscles taut, like rope pulled too tight, the heat of him a blaze against the cool of my skin. the difference—her softness, a velvet cushion in contrast to his rigid strength, her touch was like a feather, a careful brush, tracing the lines of my body while his was a force—a firestorm, raw, demanding, pulling me in. her cunt was soft, warm, and slick, I tasted her essence, sweet and dripping, a craving I didn’t know I had, Her pussy a perfect mix of honey and heat. I kissed and tasted, licked up every drop, each stroke a pulse, a deep ache inside. her beauty, it was pure— an art, a painting to be admired, to be held gently and adored. but I didn’t feel the urge to devour her, to claim her in the primal way- I needed to own _him_. there was a hunger in my chest, the kind that rose like wildfire, wanting to bite into him, mark him, take him deeper into me, till there was no line left between us. the way his body moved— his muscles rippling, his breath quickening as I touched him— it stirred something wild in me. I couldn't say I craved him, not in the way I thought I might, but I craved _the man_. the force of him, the rawness in his hands, the feeling of being wanted. desiring the connection between male and female. I crave the hunger of a man, the urge to be taken, to be wanted like the last breath of air, to feel the heat of his desire burning through me— not him, but the thrill of the chase, the pull of masculine energy, a need that rises with the moon. her softness, a momentary pleasure, but him—men—they are the fire that calls to me, that makes my blood race with a primal yearning I can't quite explain
Barbara
2025-02-27 12:13:19 +0000 UTCThis is the best story I’ve ever heard since the time my comedian friend told us that Kel from “Kenan and Kel” goes to comedy clubs to this day and specifically asks them to pretend to bring orange soda to the stage so he can act shocked and appalled at them doing so.
GeauxGabby
2024-03-25 00:13:41 +0000 UTCDr. R, lest you ever wonder again, this (totally not sexual) ramble was 100% worth the price of admission. I can *not* wait to hear your drop tomorrow.
Bama Angi
2024-03-22 04:41:26 +0000 UTCYay for an unedited ramble!! (Also went to college in the Midwest.)
Catherine
2024-03-22 00:39:58 +0000 UTCI regularly tell people “I’m unfortunately straight”. Dating men is so complicated, I’m not sure why I’ve been bequeathed the misery. Love the unfiltered storytelling!
toastyy.design
2024-03-21 22:54:17 +0000 UTCTo answer your question: yes, we _do_ like the unedited rambles. Step away from the bit depth graphs. 🫵🏾 Goes without saying, but you’re a wonderful storyteller and this was really fun to listen to! I knew I was queer from a pretty young age and never had any bones about it, so these stories from the other side of the fence are always… kinda heartwarming to me, lol. You are, as you said, tragically straight, but the line between tragedy and comedy is razor thin. 😂 That moment when you feel like you “owe” a man anything hit like a bucket of ice water, though, right? That moment where sex becomes sport. Oof. I’m sure you’re a better man for having that swapped perspective, but thankfully, with someone as kind and cool as Joe!
kindofquixotic
2024-03-18 10:08:06 +0000 UTCI always tell my kids and their friends that relationships , especially when sex is/could be involved, are not transactional. No one owes the other person anything, and this can be difficult to remember sometimes.
IndyMndy
2024-03-15 18:31:59 +0000 UTCGot to appreciate someone that can respect that you just are what you are. Joe sounded like a cool guy :)
EdenRose
2024-03-15 05:49:00 +0000 UTCThis is fascinating. The obligation you felt to reciprocate because of the attention is something I can relate to. I remember when I was younger feeling like I owed it to someone because they were kind or paid attention to me…. Thank you effed up childhood trauma. I remember when my daughter went to her jr prom I sat her down and had a frank conversation that no matter how much attention or money a boy spent on the date she wasn’t obligated to “suck it or fuck it” .. if she wanted to that was her decision and I reminded her to be safe… but I never wanted her to feel like I did that my body was a commodity for exchange. I sometimes wonder what it would have been like to have been encouraged to understand my worth and sexuality. I don’t get the sense that’s where you were at, but some of your feelings did hit home.
Julie Ludeman
2024-03-15 02:57:23 +0000 UTCI was 21, married and at a house party with a bunch of military friends. I was making out with one of my girl friends, my husband egging it on. Definitely confirmed that I was straight BUT I can appreciate a beautiful woman. That hasn’t changed in all these years. Thank you for being vulnerable with us and sharing.
Analise
2024-03-15 02:32:17 +0000 UTC
