Mistaken Identity & Accidental Sex

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  1. Domina Doll says:

    It is actually kind of funny, in a sad way for him though. I don’t know why when I was reading this I was thinking about my most embarrassing sex I ever had which involved uncontrollable pussy farts, and then me laughing and the harder I laughed the more I pussy farted. Not very sexy, let me tell you. I will not gross you out with the details of the story, however, as I imagine I have said enough.

  2. Kate S. says:

    I love Greyhound trips. Some people think that they take too long and don’t allow you to bathe for up to five days, but I like them because they give me the opportunity to see a lot of the United States and meet a lot of interesting people.

    On one particular trip, I was travelling from the SW U.S. all the way to Vermont. The trip would take me 3 days and so I decided to go out of my way to make friends with fellow travellers. I’ll never forget it, I saw this copy of “Ishmael” by Daniel Quinn (great book) lying in someone’s seat, and asked the owner if he’d ever read it before. This started an hours long conversation on society and the environment and activism (all of which were making me fall deep in lust with this guy, 6 ft. tall, coppery red hair, great build), and eventually, like 6 hours later, the sun went down, and we started snuggling each other, and the bus was very dark and quiet, and the next thing you know, we’re making out and he’s touching me everywhere and I’m touching him everywhere, and eventually we reached St. Louis, MO, and had amazing sex in a public bathroom. He got on a different bus from there and I continued on my journey, but I will never forget that guy. It was an amazing experience.

  3. Robin says:

    My family moved to a small rural town when I was in high school. Apparently there was a girl who could have been my twin who lived in the town up until a few months before I arrived. I would be mistaken for her all the time. During the summer between my junior and senior year I went to a party at a friend of friend’s house after swimming in the lake all day. The friends I had come with had wondered off and I was left alone nursing a beer. A guy approached me, obviously drunk and came heavy on to me. He was quite attractive and I was fresh out of a relationship so I was probably a little more willing than what I normally would have been. We didn’t talk a lot, his hands moving up my t-shirt and cupping my breasts through my bikini while he kissed my neck. He led me off into a secuded part of the fields we were partying in and took me with my clothes still on, slipping his dick up my loose fitting shorts and past my bikini bottoms. I ground against him, anxious for the release that I could feel coming. He collapsed shortly after me, pulling out and laying on his back to look up at the night sky. It was then that he made a comment about it being even better than last time and called me by her name. I froze, horrified that our joining had been a result of mistaken identity. When I didn’t reply to him, he looked over at him and saw the look on my face. He mistook my expression as disagreement and became offended. Righting his clothes he stood up and huffed off, leaving me to stare at his back. I have to admit part of me was glad for the mistaken identity. I had not damaged my image at all, but in the same sense I felt bad for possibly causing her problems. I never did meet her though.

    • Wow, that’s quite a story. Like one of those things you hear from a friend of a friend. Amazing.

    • Domina Doll says:

      That is really crazy! OMG! So weird that he thought you were someone else… Like a doppleganger. Weird to think there could be someone like you right now having sex with someone, and they think its you?

      • robin says:

        It was actually kinda scary afterward when I realized he thought I was her. He was pretty drunk though.

        • Domina Doll says:

          Yes it would be. Kind of uncanny in a way. I remember a friend of mine saw me one time in Ottawa, yelled out to me and everything. Of course I never turned around or acknowledged them, because it wasn’t me. I’ve never been to Ottawa. It kind of creeped me out for a while, thinking there was someone out there that looked so much like me. So, yeah, your scenario is much scarier and freaky.

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