The Compliment Slut (fm)
By AnonymousNin
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The craziest thing about life is you can compliment any random stranger and they will just start talking to you.
The discovery of this phenomenon blew my mind.
My older brother gave me this book called How to Win Friends and Influence People right before I left for college.
I read it straight through in two sittings and it changed my life.
The main takeaway I got from the book is that you can just compliment anyone and they will talk to you.
It’s pretty incredible.
To quote Carnegie: it’s one of those powers you just habitually fail to use.
So my first year of college started and I’ve been complimenting at least 5 people a day.
At first I was nervous and I would only compliment other girls.
Like: “hey, I like your shoes.” Or: “hey, you look so good today.”
But as the weeks have gone by I’ve grown more confident and now I mostly compliment cute boys.
It’s crazy how many phone numbers I have in my phone right now just from complimenting cute boys as I walk across campus.
“Everyone likes a compliment.”
I’m getting better at complimenting people too.
At first all my compliments were super generic and usually just about clothes.
My compliments are growing more specific. They are still usually about clothes or jewelry. That’s just the easiest thing to compliment about a person.
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About me: I was a virgin when I began college. I fell for the fad of ash blonde hair. It looks good but I’m sick of it at this point. The ash blonde hair looks good in contrast with my tan lifeguard skin.
The first guy I had sex witih was named Derek.
I think I complimented his Vans and we talked and he asked me for my phone number.
Later in the week we went out and got ice cream and then went back to his dorm room.
The sex was ok. Derek was super fit and good looking and lasted long, but I think I was too nervous to really enjoy myself.
I think Derek had a good time.
I was happy to be deflowered.
Our sex was really nice and simple.
Derek and I kissed on his bed.
Slowly our kissing escalated and we touched one another.
Derek then rolled on top of me and slipped it in.
I didn’t really feel anything.
No, that’s not right. It’s more like I don’t know what I was expecting it to feel like.
I don’t know what I was looking for.
At least Derek was a good kisser.
I just focused on his lips kissing mine as he slid in and out of me.
Derek lasted a while but eventually we pulled out and came in the condom.
We kissed for a while, still naked.
I then dressed, said goodbye, and went back to my dorm.
Looking back, sex with Derek is about as good as a first time that a girl can ask for.
He was fit, and a good kisser.
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The second guy I complimented into a lay was named Sam.
I complimented his forest-green Gymshark one day at the Campus Gym.
Sam and I talked about lifting and working out for a while.
I asked Sam if I could just follow him through his workout and he said yes.
We did some squats and leg stuff and ate lunch together.
I asked Sam for his phone number and we started texting one another right away.
We coordinated to work out again later in the week.
This time we did an upper body day with pull ups and other pull exercises.
We ate lunch together and Sam asked me if I was down to come over and watch a movie or something in the evening.
I said yes, with a big smile on my face.
I stressed the rest of the day on what to wear when I went over to Sam’s.
I decided on this really short black sundress I bought right before college and a cute silver necklace.
I went over to Sam’s and he showed me into his dorm room.
Sam’s room had two beds. Luckily his roommate was out of town for a College yrackmeet.
I think he was in Wisconsin or some shit.
Anyways, Sam and I watched 2001 on his tiny dorm room bed.
I love Kubrick and was the one that selected the movie off Netflix.
Thirty minutes into the movie, Sam’s hand found mine and his fingers intertwined with mine.
I turned to Sam and he was faced towards me.
Neither of us said anything. We just started kissing one another.
Sam set the laptop on the floor. Not bothering to pause the movie.
Sam and I kissed to the sounds of 2001 in the background.
I took the initiative and began to fondle Sam through his jeans.
He was already completely erect.
His jeans were really tight and I could feel the whole outline of his sex.
It felt sacrilegious having a Kubrick movie on and not watching it.
I was too horny to care about sacrilege.
Sam was really big through his jeans.
I could feel that he was circumcised.
Sam touched my tiny tits through my black sundress and bra.
My nipples felt good in his big palms.
Sam slipped one of his hands under my bra.
I could feel the lifting calluses of Sam’s hand on my breast and nipple.
I tried to unbutton Sam’s jeans but I couldn’t do it.
Sam helped me out, and I slid my hand inside his boxers onto his raw penis.
“Quick, let’s do it.” I moaned into Sam’s lips.
Sam quickly complied and laid me back on his bed.
I pulled my black dress up and my fancy matching panties down and off my ankles.
Sam placed himself to the outside of my sex.
I was really horny and he felt so good as he entered me.
Sam was much taller than me so my face was in his collarbone.
I just kissed and sucked on Sam’s neck as he stroked in and out of me.
I wrapped my legs and arms around him.
Sam did this weird thing where he slid just his tip in and out.
For whatever reason it felt so good.
It was such a tease.
I continued to kiss and suck on Sam’s neck and collarbone as he quarter fucked me with just his tip.
Sam and I fucked like this for a while.
“Is it cool if I go on top now?” I asked.
Sam and I rolled over on his tiny dorm room bed. It was kinda awkward and Sam almost fell off the bed.
I straddled Sam’s pelvis and slid him in.
I rode him slowly while Sam pulled my tits from my dress and played with them.
Sam’s hands moved down my body and gripped me around the waist.
Sam controlled my movements and rhythm and fucked up into me.
It felt really good.
Sam obviously knew what he was doing.
Sam began to orgasm.
He pulled himself out and began to orgasm over his lower abdominals.
I was kinda bummed out because the way Sam fucked me felt so good.
On the other hand, watching Sam spend.himself all over his abs was crazy hot.
Pros and cons.
Sam and I kissed for a bit.
We then cuddled and finished watching 2001
Sam had a bunch of hickies on his neck and collarbone.
Woops.
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The third guy I complimented my way into a bang was named Chris.
Chris was a cool alt skater kid with shoulder length disheveled blonde hair.
I saw Chris skating one day, his left hand in a brace, and I said hi.
I complimented his pink skateboard.
“Do you skate?” Chris asked.
“No, not at all,” I said with a big smile. “I’m Emily by the way,” introducing myself.
“Chris.”
“How did you hurt your wrist?” I asked.
“I’ll give you three guesses,” Chris said.
“Skateboarding?”
“Yep,” Chris said with a grin.
“You should teach me how to skate, I’ve always wanted to learn.”
I’d love to,” Chris replied;.
“Here, let me give you my phone number.”
I wrote my number down on Chris’s hand with a pen.
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Chris texted me late that night.
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Chris and I met up that weekend and walked over to the university bookstore parking lot.
It was empty.
Chris showed me how to walk around on the board, one foot on the cement, one foot on the board.
I walked the length of the massive parking lot a few times. My confidence increased and I let the momentum of my steps begin to carry me.
It was a hot morning. Chris and I decided to call it quits and we walked across campus together back to my dorm.
Chris just followed me into my dorm, neither of us saying anything.
I closed the room to my dorm and Chris began to kiss me.
I kissed him back and put one of my hands in his mess of tangled blonde hair.
Our lips had the slight taste of salty perspiration.
Chris kissed me into a wall and our bodies pressed into one another.
I pulled Chris close.
Chris’s hands traced the outline of my body as we kissed. I found one of Chris’s hands and brought it to my left breast. Chris fondled me through my short crop top.
Chris and I transitioned and sat on the edge of my tiny bed.
Chris’s hands continued to touch and fondle me while I played with his messy hair.
I opened my legs and Chris laid himself between them.
We began to hump and grind into one another as we kissed.
“Here,” I said, as I slid Chris’s hand underneath my shirt and bra.
Chris’s hair fell down around my face as we kissed.
Chris’s left hand was in a brace so he only had his right hand to work with.
My nipple was hot and heavy in his hand. The zippers of our pants rubbed back and forth into one another as we ourselves grew hot and heavy.
Chris’s hand moved from my tit to the zipper of my jean shorts. He unbuttoned me and his hand slid in the space between my jean shorts and my panties.
Chris fondled my wetness through my panties.Wet with sweat from skating. Wet with enthusiasm and excitement.
“Fuck, let’s fuck,” I moaned into Chris’s lips.
Our lips separated. Chris pulled his shorts and boxers down. I copied him.
I pulled my shorts and panties off my ankles and wrapped my legs around Chris.
His sex found mine as we resumed kissing.
I gripped Chris’s hair as he slid into me, filling me to the brim.
Chris’s long and lean, bruised and abused, skater body grinded against and into me.
Chris kissed and bit my neck as he took me into my tiny bedspread.
It was very animalistic.
Carnal.
I moaned out.
The midday sun pierced through my window.
Chris gripped me and took me however he wanted, he rode me and pushed me as he would his skateboard.
Chris flipped me onto my belly and took me prison syle into the sheets.
Chris wrapped his braced left hand around my neck and pulled and choked me as he took me.
I felt Chris’s lips and teeth on the side of my neck. The heavy rises and falls of his breath.
I pressed my pelvis back and into Chris, as he penetrated me deeper and deeper.
Intensity. Power. Grunge. Damage.
I bit my sheets as Chris took and took and took me. My erect nipples pressed and chafed against my mattress.
I felt the adrenaline of learning to skate, afraid to fall, afraid to skin my knee.
I had found my sexual fit with Chris, as he fucked me and rode me and touched me and manipulated me and did anything he wanted.
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For a long time I didn’t know if Chris and I were dating or if we were just fuckbuddies.
I didn’t care.
Chris and I hung out all the time, but all we did was fuck.
Skate and fuck; get coffee and fuck; do homework and fuck; watch a movie and fuck– these were our dates.
They were perfect.
After a couple of months Chris called me his girlfriend so I knew that we were actually dating and were a couple.
And all this stemmed from complimenting a random stranger one day as I crossed the campus.