Should I sleep with my former bully?

 

 

I was bullied by this guy in school for many years. He was horrible to me and even laughed when I got into life threatening accident.

But the thing is he is my type entirely and I will not go into details but I can have sex with him now

From one point I think it will be amazing and more than 5 years have passed since we last met

But I also think I could regret it later

What should I do.

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Super hot Erotica based on a true story

 

 

“Melissa, lunch please,” came a commanding voice over the intercom. Melissa tore her eyes away from her spreadsheet and ambled over to the kitchen to heed her CEO’s request. Just shy of six feet tall, petite, with a busty figure and a firm, tight derriere, Melissa was precisely the type of personal assistant you would expect to find at a hedge fund as prestigious as MacMillan & Co. She moved with a sleek, purposeful elegance, a carryover from her many years as a runway model on the high streets of the Milan fashion scene.

Reaching into a refrigerated tank in the middle of the kitchen, Melissa grabbed a handful of live frogs and placed them in a large bucket, topping them off with a good measure of dead flies from a jar on the counter. She could sense that her boss was hungry today. With lunch in tow, Melissa strolled back into the well-furnished office complex, her perfect buttocks gyrating with each step, and stopped at a mahogany door emblazoned with the initials T.M. After a courtesy knock, she entered the office.

Trevor MacMillan sat powerfully at a gigantic oak desk, his hulking figure poring over the company’s impressive quarterly financials. Trevor was no ordinary crocodile. From his humble beginnings as a fresh-faced intern in the swamps of the Okahara in the Amazon, he had worked tirelessly to establish MacMillan & Co. into the financial powerhouse it is today. Truth be told, this was among the many reasons why Melissa had secretly fallen in love with him.

“Smells great” remarked Trevor, in his signature baritone. Melissa glided over to the very expensive oak desk in the middle of the office and laid the bucket onto the polished marble floor. Trevor glanced up from his desk and peered into the bucket. “Extra flies!” he boomed, “You know me all too well”. Trevor smiled, revealing several rows of perfect white teeth. “Although you do know I’m trying to watch my figure.”

“I thought you might appreciate a little extra today,” Melissa met his smile with a stunning one of her own. “Besides, I think your figure is amazing.”

“Thank you, Melissa. That’ll be all.” Trevor gave her another chiseled smile and returned to his work. Melissa felt her heart skip a beat as she curtsied and exited the office. On her way out, Trevor couldn’t help but steal a glance at her dazzling backside. He had of course shared many a bed with his fair share of exceedingly-attractive females: Playboy playmates, A-List actresses, not to mention some of the most desirable crocodiles in all the Amazon. But there was something about Melissa that excited him primally, something that stoked a fire deep inside him that he was simply powerless to extinguish. Little did Melissa know, that Trevor had himself fallen madly in love with her.

Trevor sighed deeply and emptied the entire bucket of frogs into his mouth.

Meet singles feel a lone

 

body already buzzing

 

Woke up late, sheets tangled, half-hard, body already buzzing. It wasn’t just morning wood—it was that deep kind of hunger. Not for connection, not for comfort. Just raw need. Opened Grindr before even brushing my teeth. Found a guy a few blocks away, no nonsense—just “hung, hosting, into being used.” Perfect.

I threw on joggers, walked over. He barely said a word when he let me in. We went straight to the bedroom. He was already ready for it, practically shaking. I didn’t hold back. There’s something about being the first guy someone takes that day—like you’re setting the tone. After, I cleaned up, nodded goodbye, walked out like I’d just picked up coffee.

Showered. Hit the gym. Picked up dry cleaning. Tried to move on with my day, but my body still felt lit. Like my skin remembered the heat, and it wasn’t done yet.

I got back home, paced around for twenty minutes, then opened Grindr again.

Second guy was younger, lean, into “rough top energy.” Said he wanted to be “wrecked”—his words. I told him I don’t talk big, I just show up. He was at my door 30 minutes later. He had that nervous, cocky look—wanted it fast, hard, and with no sweet talk. I gave it to him. Controlled, intense. I stayed in his head the whole time. When he left, he looked dazed—barefoot, still trying to process it. I watched him walk down the hall and didn’t even close the door until he was gone.

Took a second shower. Threw on black jeans and a loose tee, met friends in the West Village for drinks. Tried to act normal, laugh, chill—but I was still wired. That kind of deep-in-your-body tension where it’s like your senses haven’t shut off yet.

Then he showed up.

Friend of a friend. Soft smile, thick thighs, deep voice. We were flirting before he even said hi. I invited him over “for a nightcap,” and he didn’t hesitate. Back at my place, the shift was immediate. He had that quiet dominance—hands on my neck, lips on my ear, no hesitation. When he took control, I let him. Fully. I didn’t finish, but I didn’t care. I needed that energy—needed to feel someone else take over for a minute.

He left around 2am. I laid there, shirtless, heart pounding, unsatisfied in the best-worst way. My legs were still shaking a little, and I was still hard.

So I opened Grindr. One last hit.

Found a guy I’d seen around before—older, built like a tank, discreet, dominant. He messaged, “Still up?” I said, “Door’s open.”

When he walked in, the whole room shifted. He looked at me like he already knew what I needed. Hands on my chest, body against mine, voice low. No rush. Just control. He took his time—knew exactly how to push every edge. And when I finally let go, it wasn’t just physical—it felt like an entire day’s worth of tension snapping all at once.

After he left, I lay there, sheets wrecked, chest rising slow. Four guys. One day. And somehow, I still wanted

 

touch my 🍒

 

 

 

So basically there was a guy in a rave and I am telling u I go to raves almost naked so basically we were in a pit and friend get pulled the other side and we loose eachother then I message him he is like stay there we'll meet later it's too crowdy then I start enjoying and a man comes from back and starts bumping into me but I give him a flirty side eye and he starts to touch my 🍒 and hump me basically and that gives me orgasm so basically then we go to the bathroom and he freaking pulls from my hair gets me on my knees and makes me open my mouth and suck it repeatedly and then he makes me bend down with the support of a wall and fucks me so much that I am screaming but then his friend also join and I am telling them to stop they pick me up go to a motel near by and ties my hands and legs to the bed and fucks me and then my "friend" comes removes my clothes and starts kissing me and the other guy is fucking me and the another guy is trying to fit his dick in my mouth and after that they take photos and then show them to me and say they will leek them if I don't dance so they make me shake my boobs my ass and then do u know what with the pole and suck there dicks and the cum and make it clean but I kinda enjoyed it and we sometimes do it again and my bestfriend also joins  

handjob

 

 

I lived in a close nit neighborhood and was in the process of a divorce. I moved about 20 miles from my old house and noticed I never heard from my old friends. One day I was in my old neighborhood and ran into the wife of a neighbor/friend. I asked why I was not invited to any get togethers anymore. She was a little flustered and Invited to a party that weekend. I showed up and was pretty much Ignored. After awhile a good looking woman started taking to me and I told her the whole story. I excused myself and went to the restroom. After a few minutes there was a knock on the door. It was the pretty woman. She asked to come in. We made out for a few minutes and then she gave me a great handjob. She left Andi cleaned up. When I went outside she was gone. I later found out it was the sister of the woman that invited me. All attempts two get her sisters number was met with much hostility. lol  

Our "first night" happened two nights early

 

 

 

Our "first night" happened two nights early, with my mom sleeping in the same room.

I was 24 M, my wife was 21 we just married, and after one day, we have 2 more days for our first night (actually it's not the first night we had many such nights together ).

We had to sleep on the floor mat in a separate room, as since the first night is planned after 2 more days we were accompanied by my mom, elder sister, and some others. They were sleeping in bed in the same room and we were sleeping on the floor mat.

I hugged my just wife from behind, and put my hand on her waist and navel. Slowly slide my hand to the top to touch her breasts, she started touching my cock top from my pants.

My cock became hard,and I slowly slid my hand to rub her clitoris and slowly kept my finger in her vagina. She started to give a very slow moan sound. I asked her to turn towards me, and we started liplock, and while liplock I was rubbing her vagina and she took my penis out by unzipping my pant and taking out from my underware, and stroking my penis.

Then I asked her to turn around, lifted the saree up and slid down her panties, and put my cock slowly inside her wet pussy from back, we both felt very good and I started to move and fuck. I'm very sure there might have seen. I fucked for 30 mins, and released sperm inside her. Then cleaned my penis with her saree.