A lot of people have been submitting their erotic stories to Superchief lately. I guess we’re at that phase in our blog where everyone wants to talk to us about fucking. Anyway, here’s our first. Our slutty friend The Pink Chalice has captivated tumblr with her tales of female perversion in New York City. It’s timeless and prideful boasting, and pretty fun to read. Here’s her first installment about stealing her room mate’s OK Cupid date.
I will admit that I am guilty of using Okcupid for less than the greater good. I’ll explain.
I used to live with this pathetic girl from the upper crust of some backwards southern state who had a boyfriend who used her for what she was, a cunt with a rich daddy and she knew it. So to combat this she would secretly go on these internet dates (from okcupid, of course) and obsess over the guys she would meet off there. One guy who she never really had anything with but whom she was madly in love with messaged me. How could I resist! To pass up an opportunity to get one over on this girl after she made my first couple of months in this city painfully unbearable was out of the question.
So I did what any female would do. I messaged him back and we arranged to meet up. I met him at a bar in the East Village, the one with all the lesbians and projector screens. I felt at home. We talked for a while about meaningless bullshit and I continued to get happily smashed off ginger whiskeys (I have since evolved to being a margaritas or straight tequila kinda gal).
Having gone into this situation with the upper hand, (I already knew way too much about this guy through my old roommate since she would blather on about him and his shitty instagram photos all the fucking time) and how he was so stand offish with her I felt that the situation would either go one of two ways. On the one hand I thought he would be a straight up ‘fashion douche’ who was way into himself (in hindsight he was pretty close to what I had initially envisioned him to be) or that he would be actually kind of interesting and might even get a pass to the boneyard (aka my vagina). So after a few hours of drinking and talking we moved from the lez bar to a LES bar (lol gettit?).
And then after even more drinks he made the diplomatic suggestion of making our way back to Brooklyn. At this stage I was agreeable to almost anything. We left and walked a few meters from the bar which is when he stopped me and kissed me. He was a good kisser. He had big lips and and he had a strong grip on the back of my neck which is always a winning combo. It didnt help though that the opportune moment he decided to kiss me was right by a dumpster but when i’m drunk i’m not so picky so I didn’t bring it up. After a few decent minutes had passed of us really going at in the lip-locking department, he pulled away and lead me around the corner to the steps of a girl prep school. My inner slut couldnt resist. I pressed him up against the gates of the school and rubbed the outline of his semi erect cock through his jeans. He saw this as a green light and put his hands under my shirt and started feelings my boobs. He wasn’t the best boob groper and as it turned out later, he wasn’t much of a boob guy. So i guess he didnt really appreciate what awesome access that he had at the time. My forwardness for genital fondling eventually escalated to him venture south of the border.
He entered my vagina with his fingers right there and then on the steps of the girls prep school. It felt good to have the warmth of his fingers in between my legs. I don’t know why but getting finger fucked in public is such a fucking turn on for me. Having engaged in some serious heavy petting on the entrance way steps to this girls prep school for what seemed like a couple of hours we disengage and decide to walk to the subway. He had work in the morning and I was crashing on my friends couch. We parted ways on the L train Lorimer stop. And I had a drunken smirk on my face for the rest of the ride home.
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