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The best sex revenge stories on the web: getting a facial

EdBennett — Fri, 07 Sep 2018 15:20:42 +0000

7 Sep 2018 - 16:20 | Tags: sex revenge stories, sex stories

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. We all know the phrase, and we all have heard stories about things that women have done in order to wreak their revenge on a man who has spurned them. Over the years I have heard a lot of sexual revenge stories. In this series of articles, I would like to share with you some of the best revenge stories on the web. As you read them, remember that whilst all relationships ultimately end, it is wise to end them as gently as possible.

Getting a facial

The couple, let’s call them Barbie and Ken, had been together for a few years. They had started as fuck buddies whilst Ken was in the country on a work thing. They had hooked up in a no strings attached kind of a way, and all was well. He kept coming back to the country for work, and everytime they would hook up and fuck like rabbits. According to Barbie, the sex was amazing. She likes liked to be fucked hard, preferring to have anal sex before normal sex, and Ken was happy to oblige. She also had adventurous tastes in the bedroom, and again Ken was happy to explore what sex was like when you played with some ice first, or used the occasional pair of hand cuffs, or even a piece of rope or two. As then explored each other sexually and fell more in lust with each other, Ken asked Barbie to move in with him.

This was a big step, as it meant moving the country, but Barbie did it. She gave up her job, flat, bought a one way ticket and made it happen. The first few months were great, but then things started to normalise a little, and this was not meant to last. They were in lust, and once the lust had faded, there was little left binding them. So he ended it. She was livid. She had given up everything and come to a new country for him… she was a woman scorned, and she would have her revenge.

Everyone knows that retail therapy is a great way to get over hurt, and many people do it. Women go shopping, have their hair done, and a trip to a spa is a classic cure. You go for a manicure, a massage and a facial. So that is exactly what Barbie did, she went for facial… but this was not in a clinic. She hooked up with a guy and told him she wanted a selfie of her getting a facial from him. He was happy to oblige. She then did this 8 more times, then put a collage together of her getting facials from 9 guys, then printed it on an postcard using touchnote.com and sent it him. I don’t think a women ever had so much fun having her revenge!

Keep it clean – to make things dirty!

EdBennett — Sat, 28 May 2016 09:53:29 +0000

28 May 2016 - 10:53 | Tags: guys not getting the casual sex is their own fault, pulling, sex stories

So you have had a really good night out. You went out with some mates for a few drinks after work. It was going to be one of those quick spontaneous after work drinks – but it quickly turns into one of those nights when nothing really happens but everything goes down. One drink turned into two turned into going to another bar in the area. This became a random encounter with a group of the opposite sex also on a night out, groups merged and suddenly you find yourself talking to someone that actually you really quite fancy. You are not sure how much of that is the alcohol talking and how much is that you really do like them, hard to tell as you are already feeling rather tipsy and you know it, but by this stage you really don’t care any more... so you go and order a round of Tequila shots (because they make you happy) and you decide not to worry too much about it.

The next thing you know you are stumbling into a club with a girl on either arm and your mates behind you. How you grew from a group of 5 guys to suddenly there being 12 of you and a hen do in tow you have no idea, but it is all going swimmingly and you are not going to question your good luck!

You are now stumbling towards the kabab place, the young blond thing that you really liked from the start in that first pub is suddenly somehow under your arm. You are pretty sure that you kissed her earlier – at least you hope it was her. You certainly kissed someone – there is lipstick on your collar!

You fumble for the keys whilst the cute blond girl giggles as she hangs off your arm in anticipation. You both know where this is going and you are both about to win here...

...and that’s when it goes wrong. You take her into your place, to your room, and the place is a tip. Clothes are stewn all over the floor, old pizza boxes are piled in a corner, a mound of glasses and mugs where you haven’t gotten around to washing them in the kitchen yet are piled high on the bedside table, and there is a funny smell in the air from something growing somewhere. You see the look of disgust on her face and thats when you know your night of unstoppable power has just ended.

Keep your room clean guys, because without it being clean to begin with, you will never have the chance to make it dirty.

Touching up on the London Tube

EdBennett — Tue, 12 Apr 2016 18:23:26 +0000

12 Apr 2016 - 19:23 | Tags: sex stories, London sex

My friend told me an amazing sexual encounter that he had whilst on the tube. I just had to share it.

He was young, maybe 15 or so. In the full flight of puberty, he was still at the stage where he knew he wanted to do “stuff” with girls but was still a bit unsure what and why exactly. He was a little slow to mature sexually in that regard, it was a long time ago in a less sexually enlightened age. He was travelling home from school in rush hour.

Now if you have never been on the London tube in rush hour let me give you context. The place is a real crush. You have more people trying to get on the trains than there is space on the train. People are all grumpy and annoyed after a long day at work followed by having to put up with the commute that they cannot avoid. When the train pulls into the platform there is this battle to get on the train, people sort of push into the train and compress the people in the centre till the doors close, then they can relax and allow the pressure t push them back against the tube doors without fear of being expelled from the vehicle. My friend was on one of these when it happened.

He got on the train as normal, there was the usual crush in, doors close then everyone is held in like sardines in a jar. With everyone everywhere your visibility is about 30 cm from your face, especially when you are a young kid and therefore short. You can just about see your feet, but your arms which are stretched out to hold one of the bars disappears from biscep into a sea of bodies, one in either direction. Everything moves slowly to the motion of the train, rocking back and forth erratically – and thats when he felt it.

A boob on his arm. He wasn’t sure if it was or not, so he just stayed still to begin with. But no, it was definitely a breast pressing up against his arm and elbow. His heart started to immediately beat faster. He glanced up to see who it was, but couldn’t tell. He could see a sea of heads all looking in different directions, it could be several people, or even someone that he couldn’t see at all. Perhaps it was just the accident of the crush , maybe there was nothing to it just the accidental brush of someone moving by. But it was still there, and it was on the move.

As the train rocked he could feel it slowly rub back and forth on his arm. He was glad that suddenly that there was so many people, as the rush hour crush guaranteed that no one could see the massive boner that he now carried in his trousers. Without thinking, he started to resopond to it, allowing his arm to crook at the elbow slightly so it cupped around what felt like the bottom of the boob. He started to repond to the movement as well, brushing in the opposite direction to the girl to increase the stroke. Allowing the movement of the train to exaggerate the back and forth he could press out and into her as he foundled the unknown lady.

His excitement grew by the unexpected encounter, he quickly grew more and more turned on... until suddenly they arrived at a popular station, the doors open and half the train emptied out. He found himself standing there in the middle of the train with space again, as he did on most days of the commute.

He never knew who the woman was, he doesn’t even know what she looked like, but he said he never forgot it.