10/02/2026
Last month I was staying with my roommate over a long weekend because my dorm was doing some maintenance thing. We've hooked up a couple times before casually, nothing serious, but I was feeling extra horny and bratty that Friday night after a few drinks.
I basically told him straight up: "This weekend I'm freeuse. You can do whatever you want to me whenever you want, no asking, no warning. Just take it." I was half-joking at first but also kind of serious — I've always had this fantasy of being used like that, and I trusted him enough to try it.
He looked at me like he was checking if I was for real, then just smirked and said "Bet." No safe word discussion or anything dramatic, we just kind of jumped into it.
It started that same night. I was in the kitchen making a snack in just panties and a t-shirt, and he came up behind me, bent me over the counter, pulled my panties to the side and fucked me hard without saying a word.
I was so wet already it was embarrassing. He finished inside me and just walked away like nothing happened. I literally stood there shaking for a minute before I could even finish making my food.
Saturday was insane. I woke up to him already using my mouth while I was still half asleep — just grabbed my hair and went for it.
Later in the afternoon I was trying to watch Netflix on the couch and he pulled me onto his lap, made me ride him reverse cowgirl while he played on his phone like I was just a toy. Then again that night he woke me up at like 3 AM by flipping me onto my stomach and going in raw. Every time he just took what he wanted, no buildup, no romance — exactly what I asked for.
By Sunday I was sore in the best way, covered in little marks, and honestly kind of addicted to the feeling of being available 24/7.
We stopped when the weekend ended because real life came back, but I can't stop thinking about how hot it was to just be his freeuse slut for those few days.
Poster:
Sparkly Leah