It is? Ain’t momma gonna be surprised.:rolleyes:
Yeah, I know what it is. I may be slow, but in my almost 40 years, I have discovered what tit-fucking is.
I just found the whole idea of some drunk chick wanting to tit-fuck me strange. It was a very bizarre proposition.
And no, I didn’t take her up on her offer.
I was once offered 20 dollars for a blow job. That is, a man offered to pay me 20 dollars to give me a blow job.
I dated a guy once who was into being babied. He never came out and really told me, it was more like a gradual progression. He would come to my house after work (he was NYPD), shower, and we’d go to bed. Usually after a shower, he stretch out and ask for a massage or whatever. After a while, he asked that the massage be followed by a good baby-powdering. I was happy to do it, but after a while I realized he liked the powdering more than the massage (and I give a kick-ass massage!). It went from simple powdering to him totally acting like a baby, and he would say stuff like “Will you powder my bottom?” in a weird baby voice. It creeped me out, because normally he was a pretty masculine tough-guy. He also called me ‘Mommy,’ which I admit I thought was cute at first, but that became creepy too. We broke up soon after we had a fight and in the course of the argument I told him ‘he was a big boy’ and he should ‘act like a grown up.’
Ah, the single life!
Rose
Well I wuoldn’t consider you freak, it’s just I have a thing about eyeball touching. To me it’s worse than fingernails across a chalkboard. Eyedrops are worse than needles.
It honestly never occured to me that somebody would actually enjoy the experience.
Obviously, I’ve lead a more sheltered life than I thought.
Y’all know what a ‘facial’ is, of course.
A GF of mine many years ago wanted a ‘shampoo’. The analogous thing, only in the hair.
When I was ten, I wasl walking home from school and this guy started talking to me. He asked me my name and where I lived (call me one naive kid). He then asked if he could touch me, in a real specific way. At that point, I caught on and ran like hell. The guy chased me for a few blocks. I told mom the whole story, who naturally called the cops, and turned out this guy was a known molester who had just been released. He went back to jail.
I’d call that my most unusual. I have also peed on guys at their request, but that’s not that out of the way.
Well, this may not be as weird as I thought it was, but…
when my two male roommates and I were drinking one night (one was my boyfriend at the time) they asked if a woman could smoke a cigarette with her vagina. They wanted to have me light one with my privates. Things went downhill from there.
Now this is not odd in itself, but it was to me at the time. I went to New Orleans for HS graduation. While BF and I were at a club a couple started buying us drinks. I was young and naive and was like “Oh how nice” at first then I realized they were swingers and were looking for a date with us. The main problem was that I was 17 (and looked about 15) and they were in their late 40’s - leathery tanned look with lots of gold jewelry and bleached hair. I ended up telling thanks for the drinks but they might as well not waste any more money on me because I just graduated from high school and was way too young for them!
Back when I was in college, I was good friends with two young ladies, Deana and Beverly (no, this isn’t some sick Star Trek fantasy - “Deana” is not pronounced like “Deanna”).
It was the Sunday night before the last round of finals, and Beverly and I were staying up late to study for our economics exam the next day. Deana, wanting to study in some place other than her dorm room, joined us, and we moved the study party to my room, since my roommate was out of town.
We had finally had enough after about two hours of studying, and got to discussing purity tests. Beverly brought out copies of a 100-question test, and we filled them out; all three of us were pretty shocked by the others’ answers.
All of a sudden, Deana suggested that the three of us take a shower together. Being pretty horny at the time, I couldn’t refuse, and even Bev ended up getting naked with us.
That was the weirdest proposition I ever got.
I was a little disappointed that Bev put her clothes back on after we were done, but at least Deana and I got to sleep naked with her. Those little dorm beds are awfully… “friendly” with three people crowded into them!
Pete
Long time RGMWer and ardent AOLer
Well…
I have had a few propositions from men. (I am not gay) I don’t really count them as unusual though. This happened to a gay friend of mine while we were at a mixed company bar. He went to the bathroom and just as he was about to enter this attractive young woman asked him if she could watch him pee.
Of course at Mardi Gras I got many offers to exchange various ‘things’ for cheap plastic beads. 
I got you beat, I was offered $50 for the same. Although it was at my regular bar and the offer came from a 55 year old Puerto Rican man who didn’t speak much english, and who legimately thought he was in a gay bar. I had to explain that no it wasn’t a gay bar, and if you want to go downtown to a gay bar, catch the bus outside the bar and get off at 4th St. I believe that’s what he did.
Really!
So I was working at a Renaissance Faire for the first time, when I was 17. The vendor I was working for told Ray (my boyfriend but not at the time) and Chris (his friend) to take me for a stroll around the fairegrounds to show me all the booths. Since we had been sitting around all day, we gladly did so.
A booth full of harps and other medieval instruments caught my eye, so we wove our way to it. “Wow, these are beautiful!” I cried, running my finger down one of the harp strings. Looking at a price tag, I realized that it was far too high out of my price range.
This middle-aged man with long hair and a beard appeared from out of the depths of the booth and said, “M’lady, would you like to look at any other harps?” and I gave my best pouty maiden face and said, “No, thanks. These are all very lovely, but I don’t have enough money for these.”
Well, he looked me up and down from my boots to my long, low-cut dress to my baggy green velvet beret. Then he grinned leeringly at me and said, “M’lady, if you came to my house for a week or so, I’d gladly give you a harp. Why, you’d leave my place with a harp and a smile!” in this perverted old rennie man voice.
I was quite shocked, so I laughed nervously and was like, “Uhhh…” but by then Ray and Chris had grabbed me by my arms and with a “G’day, we must be going now!” they whisked me down another path. I never saw that creepy dude again; it’s probably better that way!
Ray and I still joke about that guy; if he invites me over I always have to ask jokingly, “Will I leave with a harp and a smile?” 