So, let's gather around the campfire and share stories

[Yet_Another_Boring_Marxist]

After me and my ex broke up (long story, maybe I'll make another post about it) I asked her to help me meet up with a girl that I had seen in school but was never able to talk to for more than three seconds (we never had a class or common friends so we just said hi to eachother while in the hallway). So after a bit of nudging she agreed and the three of us went to the park together. Oh and for the sake of visualization, both of them are short skinny *non specified asian* and I'm a caucasian male (transwoman but I'm not out of the closet so I look like your average run of the mile male). You might think it's a bit weird that I tell you that now but I think it helps to visualize the whole thing

So we went to one of my ex's childhood playgrounds to meet up and at first it was really nice. The girl that she's helping me with, *X*, is a really cute petite girl with muscular legs from swiming but a rather feminie frame throughout the rest of her body and she has the sweetest smile. So we're talking about our childhoods and playing on the swingsets until we start walking back to my ex's house and my ex mad the conversation take a turn for the creepy. My ex started to go on about what she would do to *X* if she could lock her up in her basement. She went into very explicit details about giving *X* the whole whips and chains experience (my ex is a pretty hardcore BDMS girl, the guy she cheated on me with wanted to circumcise her and she consented but luckily it didn't happen, again long story for another time) and I said that I'd give *x* cupcakes if she was ever in my basement. *x* didn't know about my fetish but my ex did so as soon as I said that my ex burst into laughter. *X* being the little doll she is didn't understand my ex's laughter and sweetly said with a smile "that sounds fun, can I have chains too?" The best part about it was that we never even brought up fetishism at all, everything was just spontaneous curiosity and maybe a but more on her behalf.

So when we got to my ex's house we went straight for my ex's room (Her name is *Y* by the way). *X* was a bit curious about the stockpile of BDMS stuff she had in her house so we went upstairs to my ex's room my ex tied her hands back with a rope and taped her mouth with some lovely BDMS tape my ex got at a NYC sex store, and I have to tell you the smile in *x*'s eyes as her mouth was all taped up was the most precious thing I've ever seen. But unfortunately we couldn't take her to my ex's basement and have any more fun because my ex's parents were home. And unfortunately the both of them were going to asia soon after so we couldn't have any further fun till at least august fifth. But the later that night me and my ex were talking on facebook and we hatched up an idea. It was a nefarious plan but one of the best plans that I have ever hatched yet.

After they both came back from *asia*, *y* and I invited *x* to come over to my neighborhood. We started off by going to a lake community near by my neighborhood and watching the sunset reflect off the water and later we took a hike in the local woods. It was a bit muddy from the rain so I ended up carrying both of them over a couple rivers and puddles but she enjoyed the scenery and I ended up taking alot of good pictures with her. But by the end of it *x* was really hungry. When we left the woods she asked me "Are we going to eat soon?" and *y* replied "Oh yes, trust me you'll be stuffed". In her adorably innocent fashion, *x* replied "good, I like being stuffed". Me and *y* both looked at each other and smiled without a word as we walked back to my house.

When we got to my door I put a blindfold over her eyes and my ex tied her hands behind her back and her legs. I carried her in my arms down to my basement where I tied her to a chair and force feed her cupcakes. What I didn't realize is that without your hands it is very difficult to eat something a bit bigger than your mouth so I had to help her a wee bit by pushing the cupcakes in a little. Though throughout the entire experience crumbs fell all over her shirt and needless to say it was cute as hell. She was like a little kitten with a milk mustache, except with crumbs and all over the place instead of just on her mouth.

After that not much interesting happened. We watched The Orphan and my ex confessed how much she wanted to fuck the main antagonist (my ex is also bi). Even I have to admit that while I wouldn't go that far I have to say that I sympathize with her a bit since she is really pretty, despite being kinda young in the movie. The next day I went out on a date with *x* which went quite well, but unfortunately we weren't able to form a relationship because she got *a serious illness* soon afterwards. Ah well

So tell me about your wild escapades? I'd love to read them

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[Let's Get Free]

i dont have any stories. nothing exciting ever happens to me

[Comrade Samuel]

i dont have any stories. nothing exciting ever happens to me

Yeah same here, Jesus man did you forget you're talking to revolutionary leftists here?

[Art Vandelay]

That's a weird story....

[La Guaneña]

wut

[Sasha]

that were way too many potentially identifying specifics about people who probably didn't consent to this very personal story being posted here.
i now edited them all out now but next time i will just trash the thread and you would probably receive an infraction, so yeah, heed this warning

[bcbm]

bragging is for chumps

[Rafiq]

Did you mention that she was your ex?

[Ele'ill]

this is a terrible campfire I'm leaving

[Dominicana_1965]

lol y'all are assholes

[Yet_Another_Boring_Marxist]

Yeah same here, Jesus man did you forget you're talking to revolutionary leftists here?

Surely the left must have had some romantic escpades! After all how on earth are we supposed to inspire the revolutionary masses if we can't even get a date?

[A Revolutionary Tool]

I have some stories to tell but I really don't feel like typing right now. How about the time my cousin and I got shot at? The one time my friend and I were buying cocaine when we just graduated 8th grade? The time my friend and I were getting jumped by 6 dudes and we still kicked their asses? Idk, too many stories, too lazy to explain.

[Ostrinski]

Surely the left must have had some romantic escpades! After all how on earth are we supposed to inspire the revolutionary masses if we can't even get a date?Why do you keep saying this?

also 3/10 would not come to campfire again

[A Revolutionary Tool]

Why do you keep saying this?

also 3/10 would not come to campfire again
And even if we did have romantic escapades, what makes him think we want to sit here and share it in this thread?

[bcbm]

a gentleman never kisses and tells

[The Feral Underclass]

What is going on here?...I'm confused.

Why is this person so interested in the sexual lives of people on RevLeft?

[The Feral Underclass]

...But if you must know, I like to put my penis in other boys bums for fun times and pleasurable experiences.

[The Feral Underclass]

a gentleman never kisses and tells

What is a gentleman? It sounds lame.

[skitty]

What is a gentleman? It sounds lame.
A gentleman is someone who is never unintentionally rude.

[The Feral Underclass]

Lame

[bcbm]

What is a gentleman? It sounds lame.

someone with a grasp of etiquette

[Art Vandelay]

A gentleman is someone who is never unintentionally rude.

Oscar Wilde.

[The Feral Underclass]

someone with a grasp of etiquette

Etiquette of what based on what? Did you make up this etiquette?

[Narcissus]

I have severe social anxiety; I have had romantic encounters, but never with anyone I've actually liked. I will tell you a sad story instead.

I was 12 and at school there was this girl who was really cool. When I was new, she was really nice to me, and we had known each other for just under a year. She was really cute, and funny as hell, very smart too. It sounds naive, but I'm 18 now and older me will vouch for this, I loved her.

This one time my friends, this girl (who we'll call Freya) and I had come back from some party/dance/whatever and were lying down on the floor in the dark. Two of them were kissing. Freya kind of wriggles over to me, and asks to kiss me. I was too shy. There was nothing I wanted to do more in the world at that moment, but I was too afraid. Happiness had curled up virtually in my lap, and I couldn't bring myself to take my chance and kiss her. I loved that girl, I still do. I haven't seen her for 6 years, and I don't know if I ever will do. About a year later I found out that her mum had died of cancer, and that she was suffering with anorexia. She had a hard time. She didn't deserve that.

Fast-forward 4 complex years to a 17 year old me. Depressed, Isolated, Hopeless. No present, no friends, no future. Fuck I was low. Existential depression. It really takes it out of you. Dabrowski and his overexcitabilities. That shit was written about me. 109 Liebowitz told me. Holy shit, I'm a strong person, but I was ready to opt out of life. What do you do when you enjoy nothing, and can't conceive of ever enjoying another again. I wanted a purpose in a purposeless world. Despair. A hole in my heart. I still remembered Freya. The whole thing was so typical of my plight. I'm too fucking conscious. I can't handle that much raw emotion. People call me fearless because I have no fear of death, but I was too scared in that moment to create a feeling that would have fulfilled my greatest desire. I fucking hate myself. I'm special, I really am. I really can't see how there is anyone like me on this planet. I'm a tragedy. Narcissus had it fucking easy.

There's no clarity in this world. A sense of ease and peace that's experience. But experience is the dulling of the conscience. I will stay raw. Nothing will come easy for me. But I will never ignore the injustice and hurt that exists in this world for personal comfort.

That's a fraction of my life.

If you know this girl will you tell her where I am.

[L.A.P.]

let's be honest with ourselves, I'd rather type about something like when a really pretty girl who I would never have the confidence to approach checks me the fuck out and I find a way to turn it into a massive social failure than some sexual encounter that only seems not awkward to the person telling it

[Sand Castle]

When I was in middle school, my mom had a lot of friends leading some terrible lives. One night I met a friend of her friend. He was a young man, probably in his early twenties at the time. He was visibly upset. He told us that he had recently (within the past few days) passed out on his friends' couch. I think he had passed out drunk, he said. Anyway, while he was passed out on the couch his friends decided it would be fun to pour gasoline on him and set him on fire. So he was in for quite the rude awakening. When I met him days later, he had burn marks on his body from his "friends" setting him on fire. He was afraid to go the hospital. Getting treatment for burned skin isn't nice, it's quite painful.

So yeah, that is what a friend is. A friend is someone who will make you think their couch is a safe place to pass out. Then they will set you on fire. An enemy is honest about wanting to set you on fire, a friend will make you think the won't set you on fire. Then they set you on fire. An enemy kicks you while you're up and while you're down. A friend waits until you are down, then kicks you or leaves you for the vultures when you need help. Friends aren't real.

Oh, was this supposed to be about sex? I'm sorry. I will say I enjoy tickle fetish activity with members of the opposite sex. My ex used to hold me down and tickle me. It's much nicer than whips and force-feeding people high calorie foods.