Oh me, oh my, the things people do to get laid. As a general rule, the human race can get up to some pretty strange business. Here are 15 women recounting their craziest, wildest, most downright freaky sex stories for your reading pleasure. You've heard your fair share of awkward hookup stories, but check out the video below for the wildest dating site experiences: These ladies spilled their secrets, big time. From an armpit-licker to a hot mess of a human-gorilla, we've. We're not pulling any punches here; the really happened to women of all ages all over the country. And if you think you've heard and seen it all, guess again. RELATED: These women plunged into unbelievable sex stories land and lived to tell the tale much to our delight. In this gallery, you'll learn the truth of a speedo's attractiveness hint: it's low , and when it's appropriate to dress up like a superhero second hint: never. So take note, boys and girls: women love you and want to sleep with you, but not if you are trying to seduce us in a spectacularly dirty room, or, unless that's your deal, in which case, no judgment. These will almost key word: ALMOST make you wish that your own personal sex stories were just a tiny bit freakier. Here are 11 women's craziest sex stories for your reading pleasure. He seemed like a normal guy who I thought would be a fun hookup. But before we'd barely even gotten into it, he asked if he could put it in my butt. When I said no, he asked, 'Why not? This is the FIRST time we've hooked up and you're going there already? Not to mention all he could talk about the rest of the time that we hung out was my ass. That was the end of that. He apologized after a little time had passed and was actually sincere about it, but I was definitely not interested in trying again. When I say no, I mean NO. He was cute, romantic and really funny. We got to his charming apartment and low and behold, he was into taxidermy. But I'm not talking a stuffed moose. Being that it's New York City and the apartments are small, all he had room for was a stuffed squirrel, lying on his fireplace mantle on its side. Just staring at me. That's an urban rodent. Who wants to make eye contact with a squirrel when they're having sex? He's one of those 'I go to the gym every day and drink things that involve raw eggs and grass' types. Great body, totally chiseled. So we're getting all hot and heavy, clothes start coming off and he starts grunting. And I don't mean in a good way. He starts grunting, shaking his head from side to side, rolling his shoulders around. The closer we get to intercourse, the crazier this gets. I was like, is he about to bench press me, or do me? It was so creepy! I had to stop him because I was so freaked out, so I got my clothes and left. I got a dozen roses the next day with a note saying, 'So sorry for my King-Kong like behavior. You bring out the animal in me... My friends and I were laughing at him because we couldn't believe he was wearing that! Later that night we went out to the club and met these Australian guys. I went back with one of them to his hotel room, and when I went into his bathroom, and I saw the SAME speedo that we had seen at the pool party hanging in his bathtub. I was like wait... We eye flirted for about 6 stops until he finally sat across from me. We went for drinks at a local Bushwick bar. After one too many drinks we went back to his apartment and straight into his bedroom… which was a WAR ZONE. It was as if I had stepped into the bedroom of a 13-year-old boy who had no friends. Piles upon piles of dirty clothes were laid on top of video games, which laid on top of his dingy twin mattress. In addition to the mess, his mattress laid crooked, without a bed frame, on the floor. I was tipsy enough to consider staying until I saw him remove beer bottles and empty fast food bags from the mattress pile. His friend who is now a major TV star were at the Chateau Marmont and wanted to buy us a couple of drinks. As broke 25 year-olds, this sounded a lot better than seeing a movie in a dumpy little theater, so we headed over there. It turned out to be a great time, and the chemistry was totally sparking. When my friend and his friend went inside to play pool, he leaned into my ear to whisper something. Had I heard him right? How did this guy who held every door and spoke so quietly and actually asked permission before he kissed me think that requesting to tie me to a table and do me was a totally normal progression from third real kiss? Needless to say, there was no tying me to tables or even just regular sex that night. I was definitely not the right girl for him!
