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Mine began in the spring of my junior year of college, sitting in a hotel in a low-cut little black dance dress, nursing a glass of champagne and slowly but steadily losing money at blackjack. I was supposed to be there with Allan. He was the guy I had dated since the fall. A week before, he got into his first-choice law school, and I took him out for a fancy dinner. I also told him I had bought us tickets to Casino Night, a dress-up Lushstories.com log in fundraiser run by a campus group and held at a hotel just off campus.

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I felt unattractive and undesirable. My roommate Nina stayed up late talking with me. Well, it seemed like a good plan.

We dressed our sexiest and spent forever doing our hair and makeup. Unfortunately, Nina immediately found a guy and went off dancing, and I was left Centaur transformation story.

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The only upside was that I was finally old enough to drink legally, so I repeatedly took advantage of this fact. Toward the end of the night I wandered into the poker room. It was Brian, my ex-boyfriend. Truth or dare stories embarrassing was taking a shift as a dealer.

At his table were his two roommates and their dates.

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I did. I had been feeling even more depressed than before Nina Free otk spanking stories up with her great plan to get me feeling better in no time. I was desperate for some company, some affirmation of my existence.

So I played poker.

I won a few hands, although I was suspicious Brother fucks virgin sister storys Brian was cheating in my favor. Regardless, I felt better. Brian got me another drink, and I started to laugh. It was better than wandering around aimlessly watching the happy couples dance. I should have wondered why Brian was so nice to me. I should, perhaps, have suspected a trap.

But how was I to know what would be at stake before the night was over?

I agreed. I had met Brian toward the end of my freshman year, when he was a sophomore. I do know he loved all kinds of games. He was funny, too, and always upbeat. He made me laugh.

One night we danced at a party and went back to his frat. Tg mind control stories talked about poker. He humorously dared me to play strip poker. I told him I would, but only if X story fr was the only one who had to strip.

To my surprise, he agreed. By the time he was down to his shorts, I was having a lot of fun, and wondering where the game would lead. A couple hands later, it led into bed. During our brief relationship, we played strip poker quite a few times. It became a regular thing after a date, to the point where I planned my outfit accordingly. Sometimes I won; sometimes I lost; sometimes there was a small dare attached. He always made it fun. It was always carefree and amusing. He was funny but hard to have a serious conversation with. He did teach me a little about jazz, his other love.

We never really broke up; we just drifted apart. I guess I wanted some sort of closure or explanation, but it never happened.

There was a fourth roommate, but Femdom future stories was away. Brian asked if I wanted a drink, and I was amused to see that he had a pretty well-stocked bar. I had a vodka tonic, which he made strong. Brian put on some jazz and we sat in the common room, the lights low.

I was feeling happy just to be around people and not walking home alone. Not surprisingly, a poker game broke out. Again, I did well. At some point another large vodka tonic appeared. I remember sitting back and closing my eyes and Erotic cannibal stories at one with the music. I was starting to feel at peace over Allan and better about myself. I think of them as the blond one and the dark Hucow sex stories.

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But it was hard to say no. Everyone else was eager to play. They were going to play, no matter what. I could tell. It would be another awful night.

It was warm and pleasant in the suite, the music was great, and I was tipsy. Quite tipsy. It would be so easy just to say yes, not to have to confront everyone and have them ridicule me and kick me out. I began to rationalize. The games with Brian were fun and harmless. This would be too. Maybe the game would end with no one actually undressing. Then I thought of Brian. I was cautious about dares.

I felt at that moment that if I refused Hostage sex stories play, then I was admitting that I was Adult grandpa stories reason we drifted apart. I had dressed to the nines and made myself up tonight to prove that I was good enough, and here I was blowing it, and being the loser in yet another relationship.

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I had sensed all night that Brian liked the way I looked. I looked at Cuckold pictures and stories, but his face was inscrutable. Damn poker face!

The rest of the group began discussing the rules. I took a big sip of my drink.

The room seemed a little unsteady. I always knew that Brian was good at games. I knew he was better than me. But I never understood, until that night, how much better than me. I never understood what being good at games was really all about. It was about playing the game, but it was also about playing the players. I was about to have a valuable but expensive lesson. I remember Ssbhm weight gain stories Brian dealt most all the hands, which in retrospect was obviously a suspect idea.

I remember most people lost their shoes, and there was some good-natured teasing. Guys always quote it as authoritative. It Cheating spouse sex stories the rule when Brian and I played, and I never questioned it. But is that so bad? My mind was elsewhere. I was still trying to steady myself after too many drinks, and make sense of what I had done in agreeing to the game, and why I had done it.