Nordstrom’s. Third Floor. Far back changing room. 8:30. Be there.
I suddenly remember this girl in chemistry class last semester–I’d kind of look at her from across the room, and she’d look at me occasionally, and one day we happened to look at each other at the same time and I cracked a little smile and she flashed me one of those “You should really come up to me and ask me to have wild sex with you” smiles, and I never pursued it because I was busy pursuing a (I now realize) less attractive girl who had no interest in me. Damnit. I could’ve had a zipless fuck.
I haven’t run into her since. I’m even taking a music class this semester and she’s a music major (not that I took it for that purpose–I took rock history as it was by far the coolest-sounding gen ed class I could take). Someday…
You would pick the 3-way mirror room. My kinda guy, lol.
Your link gives an error. Says the login or something expired. Maybe you need to find the page again without being logged in? I’m very interested to see what this is about.
BTW, since there’s so much zipless-fuck interest here (apparently), I think we need to arrange a Zipless Fuck Dopefest.
The url changed, sorry. Here.
You do realize, fetus, that most of us never get past the Fuckless Zip, right?
It’s at times like these that I realise that having as much sex as possible with as many people as possible is the only worthwhile goal in life.
Hogwash, your statement is anything but.
Sex is good. More sex is better. Obviously, this logic, taken to its conclusion…means…lots more sex!
So…go on out there and slut around! (Females, start here, please. Take a number when you get to the velvet rope.)
In my life, never. But just once, about 20+ years ago, a friend described a drunken sexual encounter, which required almost no words. I believe she was at a Club Med and did it with a staff member.
Oh, drunken encounters…well, then I…those don’t count.
I’m waiting to see if a dozen female lurkers show up at Nordstrom’s in half an hour to meet hajario.
The closest I came to anything like this was when this stranger on the bus, wordlessly and spontaneously threw up on my lap.
It was certainly an intimate experience, although I’m somehow guessing that that doesn’t count.
I meet a girl at a chilies she was my server and she asked me to meet her at the park by her house and we would role play a rape I was real Leary about it at first but she wrote me a note stating it was ok to rape her. She always wanted to spontaneously fuck a stranger and she always wanted to be raped, weird right? After that she wanted to do it again! I’ll tell you about that
Zombie sex.
Does guttural moaning about brains count as wordless?
Ok so the fallowing weekend I went to the same bar and she came up to me with a smile, I still don’t know her name, she hands me a key with a note of her address and said her husband leaves at 9 any time after that on the fallowing day she wants me to barge in her house while she asleep and force myself on her and on the note she had a consent written on there for this role play, so I did what she wanted and I forced myself on her and f_____ her ass hole that night . She loved it ! It was fun while it lasted but after we officially met each other and knew each other name we never met back up I mailed her the key to her house. I’d definitely do it again that was the only person I’ve ever f______ and not knew her name.
I’m closing this since it’s a very old thread.
Welcome to the boards, Kevin2316, this isn’t the Penthouse forums, however, so let’s ease back your posts like that if you continue to post.