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  • Ankita Upadhyay
    Published 2 years ago
    I Can't Get Over My Tinder Hookup

    I Can't Get Over My Tinder Hookup

    It was March 3, 2018, a typical Saturday late night where I was doing homework when I decided to open up Tinder after receiving a notification. "You've got a new match!" it read on the screen. This wasn't new to me—I had gotten many matches, that wasn't even the exciting part. It was when he first messaged me, "Wow, a cs major who enjoys being out in nature!" This was in response to the declaration of love I had for nature written on my profile. I found this particularly funny since it seemed like he was reinforcing the stereotype of computer science majors being indoor loving workaholics who only encounter daylight when walking to class. I was going to type a sassy, witty rebuttal like always until I took a closer look at his profile. It turns out he was a computer science and mathematics double major. Okay. Never mind, I thought to myself. I decided to continue the conversation normally and asked him about his interests and hobbies. Apparently, he loves being in nature too and is a beach bum. So that's why he commented about me liking the nature; he likes it too!
  • Ankita Upadhyay
    Published 2 years ago
    The Taurus Woman: Who We Are and What We Like in a Man

    The Taurus Woman: Who We Are and What We Like in a Man

    As a Taurus woman in her early 20s, I am confident I have a sense of what females under my sign look for in men (I am a heterosexual female and will be writing from that perspective). As a disclaimer, I will note that not every single Taurus lady is the name, nor do we all have a consensus on every little attribute of what we are attracted to. This is just a fun, light article on what really gets us Taureans going!
  • Zainab Bangura
    Published 2 years ago
    I’m a 22-Year-Old Virgin?!

    I’m a 22-Year-Old Virgin?!

    Male 2: Mr Immaculate
  • Erica Smith
    Published 3 years ago
    Pleasure & Love

    Pleasure & Love

    I'm in love with a boy. This boy means everything to me. Actually, I really don't like him that much. To be honest the reason I say I don't really like him isn't because I truly dislike him. It's because I wish I didn't like him as much as I do. I'm crazy about him in reality. I have always been so good at focusing my entire life on my friends and family and of course on myself. I have always been so good at telling myself, "I am not the girl who needs a boy in their life." I have always been so good at not catching feelings for anyone. I'm always so detached when I'm in a "relationship." But falling for this boy was like falling down a stairway. I was in complete control at first, but then without warning I tumbled down, down, down onto the ground. I am not the first person he loved. He was not the first person I looked at with my mouthful of desire. My love for him came unannounced in the middle of a silent night. He came around and now I don't even know what to do with myself anymore. When he touches me with those hands. Oh those forceful, secure hands. Any women would die to be touched with his hands. I crave him. I need him. He touches and pleases me at the same time. He keeps his mouth on mine, but still he lavishes my breasts with attention. He loves to cup my breast and start kissing me softly, sweetly, tugging at my lips with his. We sit in spider position in the back car seat. He politely asks "Can I?" as his hands slowly make their way into my weakness. His fingers rub around my sweet spot and my eyes roll back into my head. His fingers are at my sweet spot and I imagine it’s his tongue, wetting the wings of my labia, feeling them flutter and spread, circling my clit and flicking it. I am mind-blown. He sucks on my lower lip like a ring pop over and over again, with his tender and soft lips. Oh if he'd stop, I'd cry. I'd get on my knees and beg. We get so close, too much. He plays with me like an instrument finely tuned, and if he touches me right, I make the most glorious sounds, noises of pleasure. It's like a never-ending dream. I rub my hands on top of his treasure and feel him harden. But I'll admit, I'm a little scared. A little scared of doing these types of things to him. A little scared of him breaking my heart or me breaking his. How can something that feels so wrong, also feel so right? His smile might be the most addictive drug to me. His sweet soul. His way of loving me. His pure kindness. His raw manners. His protection towards me. It's everything about him that drives me insane. Fear can't get in the way of my love for him. Fear is just something that holds us back. I will not live my days with him knowing one day it could be over. Next time I will please him as he pleases me. Now I'm growing desperate. I will take his tool into my mouth again and again, and with my two hands I will circle his sexual parts, care for him and absorb him until he comes. I will give him a full view of my slutdom.
  • Emily L
    Published 3 years ago
    Taking a Virginity

    Taking a Virginity

    Yes. You read the title right. I took a sweet catholic boy's virginity and I didn't remember doing it.
  • Car W.
    Published 3 years ago
    Mature Hookup Tips for Gentlemen: Dating a Mature Woman Online

    Mature Hookup Tips for Gentlemen: Dating a Mature Woman Online

    In the world of digital electronics, communication has become very convenient for everyone. Almost every second person owns a smart phone or a laptop. Lives have moved on to the internet, and so has dating. If you are looking for women on the internet, it is probably a very option for you as it gives you more options to explore. If you are a man and looking for a mature women, an online dating site like MatureHookup can be highly helpful. Such websites could add the spice to your love life. Women from all age groups are using internet and are easily approachable. However, if you are planning on dating a mature woman, you should keep a few things in mind.
  • Khadijah
    Published 3 years ago
    Reset the Count to Zero

    Reset the Count to Zero

    By Khadijah Barefield
  • Asherah Way
    Published 3 years ago
    I Do, I Do, and I Do Too

    I Do, I Do, and I Do Too

    Commence the continuation from my last article, Florescent Adolescent, which I recommend checking so that you all can stay up to date.
  • Rosilind Wilson
    Published 3 years ago
    Friends with Benefits

    Friends with Benefits

    I already know what you're thinking, "Another girl who couldn't handle something she committed to." I honestly wish that were the case. I wish that I was so shitty at handling things because I promise you it would be a lot easier to deal with what I have been feeling lately. Problem is, I handle things so well that I forget to take care of myself in the process. I have been in my fair share of friends with benefits relationships and usually things turn out decently aside from the relationship ending due to mostly irreconcilable differences. Nothing too dramatic, relocation or just circumstances of life really. I say irreconcilable differences because things usually occur that keep the promise of keeping in touch a failure and the friendship goes out of the window.
  • Tucker Rodriguez
    Published 3 years ago
    How To Sex

    How To Sex

    How to sex, like a hopeless romantic. Like a hornball with intense urges to—excuse my language—fuck any living thing. Let me rephrase: any living human...thing.
  • Zainab Bangura
    Published 3 years ago
    I’m a 22-Year-Old Virgin?!

    I’m a 22-Year-Old Virgin?!

    “Are you a lesbian?”
  • Feeling Brand New
    Published 3 years ago
    My First Sugar Daddy

    My First Sugar Daddy

    Let me start off by saying there's a huge stigma when it comes to having a sugar baby and being a sex worker. I started it off out of curiosity for an app that's purpose is to help you find a sugar daddy. If you are a sugar baby on the app, you can join free, sugar daddy's pay for a trial. I met my first sugar daddy, who I will call Professor. We had a meet and greet for our first time meeting at The Melting Pot. He was shorter than I expected but I also wore heels. He talked about how he is a grandfather. He has children that are all older than me. Pretty lonely man, I pity him to be completely honest. He did not touch me the first time we met nor did he give me an allowance which is expected. He talked about science and stuff I couldn't relate to. It's very awkward during conversations with him because I can't relate nor do I have an opinion on most topics he likes. Second time we see each other he took me a museum where we didn't really talk. After the museum, he brought me to his house which is nothing fancy, he's middle class so he gives a small allowance. We went into his room where he made out with me and the taste of his mouth made me gag, I tried to hold myself together and not purge in this man's mouth while he tried to kiss me. He started stripping me and I just laid flat on the bed. He gave me terrible oral for the longest time. His mouth was way too warm on my vagina. He came up next to me, kissing me more. I told him I could not have sex with him that day because it was my deceased mother's birthday. He held me, told me he was there for me. He gave me my first allowance that day even though he didn't get my golden ticket. My first allowance was $250, at first I thought this was great easy money. $250 every time I spend a day with him seemed good to me. To my disappointment the professor likes to text all day, everyday. I don't have that much to talk about and he bores me so much with his talk about physics. I saw him one more time where we had actual penetrating sex. I wouldn't call it too penetrating though, because his penis is only like four inches. He's an overweight older male with a below average penis size so I found no pleasure in sex with him. I deserve a Grammy for how greatly I performed for him. Professor unfortunately lasted longer than I would have expected, so a few hours later he finally finished. We were supposed to go the movies after sex but I made an excuse to go home because I wanted to scrub the smell of him off me. He drove me home and gave me my second allowance. Never have I cried harder in my life, brushing my teeth and body than I did that day. He wasn't mean or cruel. He actually cared about me and wanted to know more about me but I just couldn't continue with him he wanted to be too invested in me. I felt like I needed something different like a sugar daddy who didn't invest feelings. Just sex and money. I had to be a total different person just to fit his fantasies. I've had more sugar daddies since. Will be writing more so please stay tuned.