sex stories
all real from my life
sex stories
I am hearing from multiple sources that the big thing on Substack is posting about sex. Well, let me tell you dear friends, I’ve had a few rolls in the hey and would be remiss were I not to reminisce about some of my more memorable dalliances in the lands of milk and honey.
the first story of many
So one time I was with this girl and she was absolutely so hot it was crazy. Our chemistry was off the charts like a kaboom in a beaker if you get my drift, and hey - speaking of drifts - you could certaintly say that we drifted off to sleep after having some absolute true and real sex.
“You are so good” she told me and I said, “no baby, you are the good one.”
The next morning, I had to get back on my boat and sail away. We broke up but text each other every May 9 (the day of our sex).
here’s another
I’m married now and fully monogomous but for a while there I was a single guy in the big city. Austin TX. You shoulda seen the sunsets.
One night me and the boys were just absolutely high on the future. The moon was full. We’d been out at a music show going absolutely nuts for the band up on stage screaming “more! more!!”
The band obliged and I remember looking at my friend Ted and saying in a so-ironic-its-real-again way, “these are the times of our life.” He looked back at me with smiling eyes like “I know it.”
Afterwards we drove in the car with the windows down and the wind absolutely blowing like the wind. “All we are is dust in it,” I screamed.
Just feet from our destination at a red light with almost no gas left in the tank, like we were living inside a metaphor, we saw it.
The Burger Spot Of Our Texas Nights AKA What-A-Burger.
Another car pulled up alongside us at the red light with two women in it. Windows down because of the Texas, so we said hello, how are you.
They said good and we all giggled.
Did they want to join us at what-burger?
They did.
Follow us, I said.
They did.
This all actually happened.
Though we didn’t know each other, we also, on a more true level, did, here amongst the love and life of what-a-burger.
You’re human, I’m human, now do you want a bite of this Triple Meat Whataburger® or not?
We ate the burgers and talked about nothing. Did they want to come back to my and Ted’s place with Reggie, who has been with us the whole time?
They said yes and now it’s me, Ted, Reggie, and the two girls now at our apartment which looks like a college dorm room with a lumpy couch, a Pulp Fiction poster, and a giant medicine ball we call “chair.”
I put on The Roots and offer everyone beer.
Ted is bouncing up and down on the chair and we’re just talking and laughing and I am fairly sure if I remember correctly, me and the girl are sitting on the lumpy couch holding hands.
I keep trying to figure out how to make a move that’s respectful but confident, sexy but safe, large but subtle, and eventually just ask the girl if she wants to kiss.
SHE SAYS NO!!
But she says here is my number and she gives me her number and I’m like is this a movie my life is a movie!!
We text a bunch and then go on a date.
I remember nothing from the dinner but afterwards we were sitting in my car THE SAME CAR I WAS IN WHEN WE MET NEAR THE WHAT-A-BURGER and, yes, I am not ashamed at all to say we made out a little bit and held hands for a while.
Then she told me she had a boyfriend. Or a big family. Or maybe both. They were all reasons why we couldn’t do much more than kiss.
But why could we kiss?
Did we even kiss?
I can’t remember.
It’s all soup in my mind now, fourteen years later, big feelings atop an abstract painting of facts like a dream that might be a nightmare where you really want something but don’t get it, or maybe you do, it doesn’t matter, the longing is there regardless, a big empty that’ll never be full, like a car with no gas and three guys looking for burgers and love.
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This should be a movie, right?
Is your life a movie?
Are you the main character or an NPC (non-playable character)?
what are your favorite sex stories in movies and books?
hi
“All we are is dust in it,” I screamed. 😂
This made me laugh and ache at the same time. The memory soup, the Whataburger poetry, the almosts that linger louder than the things that happened. It’s wild how tender this is beneath the humor. Thanks for writing it like this.