Snowbunnie12
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So... not my cup of teas but fun idea... I had to shaperone a senior trip for lacrosse and our two queen beds turned into just a king.... nothing happened but good start to a good story.
Sharing a bed
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Wouldn't you find it interesting to be an attractive young male teacher that got stuck chaperoning for a senior swimteam, and have to deal with, "But we're legal!" for the whole trip? Worse still, they get a local woman to seduce you, then let them into your room while you're in the shower, so that by the time you come out, your clothes and cellphone have left your room, and your room's phone is missing a cord...
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Roommatesn become bedmates
It could a story were two guy's salesman from same company but different parts of the country are assigned as roommates but looks are exchanged and one thing leads to an other the two find themselves in bed .together with each.other cock in their mouth .
A sort of not gay but like sucking cock version of " same time next year "
It could a story were two guy's salesman from same company but different parts of the country are assigned as roommates but looks are exchanged and one thing leads to an other the two find themselves in bed .together with each.other cock in their mouth .
A sort of not gay but like sucking cock version of " same time next year "
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Once upon a time before motels...
Before trains. People rode horses or in horse drawn coaches or walked to travel. It took days to get anywhere and the smaller towns didn't have hotels, they had rooming houses and lodges. (Big cities had'em too for the less affluent.)
You got a place to sleep, not a room. Strangers would share beds for the night. Even strangers of different genders. (It might have to go into the BDSM catagory, there are lots of period accounts of parents tying thier daughter's legs together when 'bundling.')
People slept in thier clothes, didn't regularly bathe and women wore so many petticoats anyone with amorous thoughts could possibly be exhausted before being able to act on them.
Just pretend you work for the newspaper and ignore any inconvenient facts as write a good story the way it should be told.
Love and Kisses
Lisa Ann
Before trains. People rode horses or in horse drawn coaches or walked to travel. It took days to get anywhere and the smaller towns didn't have hotels, they had rooming houses and lodges. (Big cities had'em too for the less affluent.)
You got a place to sleep, not a room. Strangers would share beds for the night. Even strangers of different genders. (It might have to go into the BDSM catagory, there are lots of period accounts of parents tying thier daughter's legs together when 'bundling.')
People slept in thier clothes, didn't regularly bathe and women wore so many petticoats anyone with amorous thoughts could possibly be exhausted before being able to act on them.
Just pretend you work for the newspaper and ignore any inconvenient facts as write a good story the way it should be told.
Love and Kisses
Lisa Ann
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It doesn't have to be a mistake. (1) limited resources (we didn't have much money growing up, I remember six in a hotel room although it wouldn't make a good Lit story unless a new non-erotic category "Sibling Squabbles" was added) (2) only one room is vacant, "take it or leave it," says the clerk. (3) uncertain neighborhood, she doesn't want to be alone. (4) thunderstorm or other weather phenomenon. (*) I'm sure there are more.
Thunderstorms and cold-weather (and a crappy heater) can put them in the same bed even if the room has two. Or nightmares.
Sleeping with her big bro makes her feel safe and secure and...
Love and Kisses
Lisa Ann
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Stuck in the same bed for a family reunion, only a minimum of space, and well, let's just say that "kissing cousins" was probably coined in situations much like that.
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It was a midsummer night in our farmhouse, the year of my graduation from high school. Rather usual affair mostly. Over fifty people in attendance, in ages not-yet-nine to ninety-plus; mostly relatives, however distant, and then extended, significant others, friends and more. Including my best friend from school, his new girlfriend and her bff. Let's call her Keith for now.
She was the most random person there, she knew no one but her friend, her boyfriend and me, but barely. Like we had talked half a dozen times in a school hallway. Not of my school either. The situation was awkward from the start, she wasn't quite my date, but I was currently single (actually on a rebound), and of course, it was heavily implied we are supposed to hook up, at least for the night.
Well, there's a few words worth about a semi-traditional Baltic pagan midsummer night festival in the late twentieth century. Sun rolls down the horizon in perfect North-West for (almost) exactly six hours, but it barely gets dark at all for little over three hours. If there's cirrus clouds in otherwise clear sky, you would see reflected sunlight coming from due north; the sun is just under the horizon.
Nevertheless, it's a religious duty to support a bonfire from sunset to sunrise. Mythical ferns' flower can supposedly be found that night (promising eternal happiness), but only by couples. Girls who want to be beautiful should bathe in morning dew at sunrise. Naked of course. As folk song have it "who's sleeping Yaaanis' night, sleeps through the whole summer! Līgo! Līgo!" ('līgo' ~ 'let it be made,' but few knows the meaning.)
As if we had summers. On the very night there's have been frosts bad enough potatoes died on the field. Heavy rain is almost a given, but I yet to have experience that sunrise couldn't be observed; the clouds part if even for a short moment, and the day after is often hot (by local standards anything over 70F is 'hot' and over 80 is when clothes become unbearable). It is when all the nature is in full bloom, everything blossoms and grows in fresh ripen lush green dripping in dew, vibrant in birdsongs.
So there's a bonfire, songs, home made beer and soft cheese, loads of alchohol and roasted meat, many millenia old tradition nobody cares about, games and superstitions, but couples who jump over bonfire in the nude are rather rare, well, actually unseen. Yes, it's still somewhat shameful to not get laid that night. Some say, marriage vows are not in effect for the night.
Just by the virtue of my name what little priest duties there was, did fall on me. In other words, I got to play the honored host, liked I it or not. It was a given, but it didn't make courting Keith any simpler. She was a city girl, identified as a Christian and she was mostly snooty and standoffish and snide and scornful of just about anything, me especially, but dutifully shadowed me. What much choice she had, our friends were lost in their own little world of young love, and everyone else were strangers mostly engaged in relations lasting a lifetime, enjoying a rare meeting.
That the festivities that year were turning out to be particularly lame, even for our usual unscrupulous standards, didn't help matters any. Keith was not to be blamed for that, but I couldn't help to feel at least a bit bitter against her too. It wasn't like I had roped her up and dragged with me, but her presence was my mistake. I was kind of responsible, and if my mood was down, it reflected on the overall, and especially on my sister's, who was the true priestess and driver of the traditional activities. It went to the point they avoided each other, and that meant, I wasn't hanging out with my cousins either.
Finally, it was just my father and we four (me, my friend, his girlfriend and Keith) who welcomed the sun by the bonfire. The rite, as little there was, was silent between us three men. Had my sister be there, it would be songs and all. My dad retired immediately after, to grab some morning sleep supposedly, but maybe to wake up mom for a little while first, who knows. I made sure the remnants of the bonfire can be left unattended, glowing; it likely will be resumed later in the day, for practical purposes.
The morning fog was cold, my small group seemed tired and at least little wasted, and mosquitoes found us. My suggestion to go skinny dipping found little interest.
We checked my godfather's trailer and found my sister with her boyfriend and my cousins with few others asleep in a pile of bodies that suggested we might have missed a possible orgy, although that must've been faulty impression, nothing alike likely happened.
Sauna in the bathouse was cooling off, and my suggestion to heat it back up didn't create enthusiasm either. I would like, but didn't push it.
The house was quiet also, which people sleeping in much any possible, and few not so likely places. I had reserved my summer room in the attic for us, although didn't originally intend to actually use it, but with everyone seemingly asleep and nothing much else to do we headed there. It was cleaned and decorated with fresh birth and oak branches, sweetfangs and all (and yes, I actually lived there), but most of the room was filled with packed furniture intended for elsewhere. My bed there wasn't even a proper double, just little under four feet wide.
My friend plunked down in the large overstuffed chair pulling his girlfriend on his lap. Keith propped herself on the windowsill, sitting lengthwise in the curtain-less window, legs up.
My window opened due east, overlooking the driveway with the decorated gateway, parking lot with dozen of cars and godfather's camper on the high riverbank and the bathhouse behind, apiary in front of the apple orchard on the other side, further behind the pond blowed clouds of mist over the fields, backlit by the Sun, creeping over the distant forest, beaming under the dark clouds overhead. It was quite a lovely sight, I believed.
The other couple was making out with abandon already. I let my hands cautiously roam, caressing Keith side while commenting on some things we saw out the window. She didn't protest at first, but when I decided to be bold and tried to kiss her exposed neck she jerked her shoulder shrugging me off. I backed away, and offered my bed to my friend, they seemed about to be needing one. He declined, saying they're comfortable where they are. He was that polite at times, but I think, he was just little afraid to break the moment for them also.
So I went and stretched on my bed, with all my clothes. Actually, I was quite exhausted myself, and wouldn't mind a short slumber. I watched my friend and his girlfriend in the overstuffed chair making slow love with her on top, but almost more I watched Keith watching them. With all her frustration she was exceptionally beautiful girl. I haven't expected much in the first place, but it was still pity we didn't click at all.
She squirmed, uncomfortable on the narrow windowsill; it definitely wasn't a place where to snooze. Watching her friend with my friend she sighed. I sighed too. Our eyes met. I slid to the side of my bed against the wall, making plenty space for her.
"Don't be dense," I said, patting the bed.
All I wanted was to give her place to be comfortable. Maybe a cuddle. I should have known that from that kind of girl a random cuddle was the last I might expect. I didn't care a thing, at that moment.
She sighed again, but stepped down from the window and lay down besides me on the bed. Then she surprised me a lot by rolling on me and kissing me right on the lips. Unexpected it might be, but I didn't hold back, and the kiss grew hungry quickly and mutually.
"You don't have to," I still reminded her when we come apart for air.
She didn't say a word, but grabbed my already stiff cock through my pants. As I very soon found out, she was horny as fuck. So that was what we did.
She stayed for the entire weekend after, a lot longer most of the guests had left, three more nights. In my bed, of course, and not only, you know. She was quite a bit more tolerable then, for an understatement, but to say all over me might be overstating perhaps still. And, that was it, we didn't really meet any after that weekend, going right back to be casual acquaintances. Maybe I just wasn't insisted enough to initiate anything, who knows.
She was the most random person there, she knew no one but her friend, her boyfriend and me, but barely. Like we had talked half a dozen times in a school hallway. Not of my school either. The situation was awkward from the start, she wasn't quite my date, but I was currently single (actually on a rebound), and of course, it was heavily implied we are supposed to hook up, at least for the night.
Well, there's a few words worth about a semi-traditional Baltic pagan midsummer night festival in the late twentieth century. Sun rolls down the horizon in perfect North-West for (almost) exactly six hours, but it barely gets dark at all for little over three hours. If there's cirrus clouds in otherwise clear sky, you would see reflected sunlight coming from due north; the sun is just under the horizon.
Nevertheless, it's a religious duty to support a bonfire from sunset to sunrise. Mythical ferns' flower can supposedly be found that night (promising eternal happiness), but only by couples. Girls who want to be beautiful should bathe in morning dew at sunrise. Naked of course. As folk song have it "who's sleeping Yaaanis' night, sleeps through the whole summer! Līgo! Līgo!" ('līgo' ~ 'let it be made,' but few knows the meaning.)
As if we had summers. On the very night there's have been frosts bad enough potatoes died on the field. Heavy rain is almost a given, but I yet to have experience that sunrise couldn't be observed; the clouds part if even for a short moment, and the day after is often hot (by local standards anything over 70F is 'hot' and over 80 is when clothes become unbearable). It is when all the nature is in full bloom, everything blossoms and grows in fresh ripen lush green dripping in dew, vibrant in birdsongs.
So there's a bonfire, songs, home made beer and soft cheese, loads of alchohol and roasted meat, many millenia old tradition nobody cares about, games and superstitions, but couples who jump over bonfire in the nude are rather rare, well, actually unseen. Yes, it's still somewhat shameful to not get laid that night. Some say, marriage vows are not in effect for the night.
Just by the virtue of my name what little priest duties there was, did fall on me. In other words, I got to play the honored host, liked I it or not. It was a given, but it didn't make courting Keith any simpler. She was a city girl, identified as a Christian and she was mostly snooty and standoffish and snide and scornful of just about anything, me especially, but dutifully shadowed me. What much choice she had, our friends were lost in their own little world of young love, and everyone else were strangers mostly engaged in relations lasting a lifetime, enjoying a rare meeting.
That the festivities that year were turning out to be particularly lame, even for our usual unscrupulous standards, didn't help matters any. Keith was not to be blamed for that, but I couldn't help to feel at least a bit bitter against her too. It wasn't like I had roped her up and dragged with me, but her presence was my mistake. I was kind of responsible, and if my mood was down, it reflected on the overall, and especially on my sister's, who was the true priestess and driver of the traditional activities. It went to the point they avoided each other, and that meant, I wasn't hanging out with my cousins either.
Finally, it was just my father and we four (me, my friend, his girlfriend and Keith) who welcomed the sun by the bonfire. The rite, as little there was, was silent between us three men. Had my sister be there, it would be songs and all. My dad retired immediately after, to grab some morning sleep supposedly, but maybe to wake up mom for a little while first, who knows. I made sure the remnants of the bonfire can be left unattended, glowing; it likely will be resumed later in the day, for practical purposes.
The morning fog was cold, my small group seemed tired and at least little wasted, and mosquitoes found us. My suggestion to go skinny dipping found little interest.
We checked my godfather's trailer and found my sister with her boyfriend and my cousins with few others asleep in a pile of bodies that suggested we might have missed a possible orgy, although that must've been faulty impression, nothing alike likely happened.
Sauna in the bathouse was cooling off, and my suggestion to heat it back up didn't create enthusiasm either. I would like, but didn't push it.
The house was quiet also, which people sleeping in much any possible, and few not so likely places. I had reserved my summer room in the attic for us, although didn't originally intend to actually use it, but with everyone seemingly asleep and nothing much else to do we headed there. It was cleaned and decorated with fresh birth and oak branches, sweetfangs and all (and yes, I actually lived there), but most of the room was filled with packed furniture intended for elsewhere. My bed there wasn't even a proper double, just little under four feet wide.
My friend plunked down in the large overstuffed chair pulling his girlfriend on his lap. Keith propped herself on the windowsill, sitting lengthwise in the curtain-less window, legs up.
My window opened due east, overlooking the driveway with the decorated gateway, parking lot with dozen of cars and godfather's camper on the high riverbank and the bathhouse behind, apiary in front of the apple orchard on the other side, further behind the pond blowed clouds of mist over the fields, backlit by the Sun, creeping over the distant forest, beaming under the dark clouds overhead. It was quite a lovely sight, I believed.
The other couple was making out with abandon already. I let my hands cautiously roam, caressing Keith side while commenting on some things we saw out the window. She didn't protest at first, but when I decided to be bold and tried to kiss her exposed neck she jerked her shoulder shrugging me off. I backed away, and offered my bed to my friend, they seemed about to be needing one. He declined, saying they're comfortable where they are. He was that polite at times, but I think, he was just little afraid to break the moment for them also.
So I went and stretched on my bed, with all my clothes. Actually, I was quite exhausted myself, and wouldn't mind a short slumber. I watched my friend and his girlfriend in the overstuffed chair making slow love with her on top, but almost more I watched Keith watching them. With all her frustration she was exceptionally beautiful girl. I haven't expected much in the first place, but it was still pity we didn't click at all.
She squirmed, uncomfortable on the narrow windowsill; it definitely wasn't a place where to snooze. Watching her friend with my friend she sighed. I sighed too. Our eyes met. I slid to the side of my bed against the wall, making plenty space for her.
"Don't be dense," I said, patting the bed.
All I wanted was to give her place to be comfortable. Maybe a cuddle. I should have known that from that kind of girl a random cuddle was the last I might expect. I didn't care a thing, at that moment.
She sighed again, but stepped down from the window and lay down besides me on the bed. Then she surprised me a lot by rolling on me and kissing me right on the lips. Unexpected it might be, but I didn't hold back, and the kiss grew hungry quickly and mutually.
"You don't have to," I still reminded her when we come apart for air.
She didn't say a word, but grabbed my already stiff cock through my pants. As I very soon found out, she was horny as fuck. So that was what we did.
She stayed for the entire weekend after, a lot longer most of the guests had left, three more nights. In my bed, of course, and not only, you know. She was quite a bit more tolerable then, for an understatement, but to say all over me might be overstating perhaps still. And, that was it, we didn't really meet any after that weekend, going right back to be casual acquaintances. Maybe I just wasn't insisted enough to initiate anything, who knows.
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Lupus Dei,
JMO, add maybe one paragraph with what those on the forum already know about you and it would make a fine submission.
Love and Kisses
Lisa Ann
JMO, add maybe one paragraph with what those on the forum already know about you and it would make a fine submission.
Love and Kisses
Lisa Ann
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Now that we are all grown up, all three of my brothers are "bigger" than me, even the two that are younger.
Love and Kisses
Lisa Ann
Who was in the room with you? Did you want something to happen?
