My first sexual encounter with a mature woman was when I was 16.
My first sexual encounter with a mature woman was when I was 16.
A while ago, a partner and I used to have a bevy of posts on r/gonewildstories about our exploits and r/baltimoreanddcr4r looking for more of them. Sonya messaged me and my partner on reddit after seeing a few of those success stories. Some of the messages we would get were a little underwhelming and essentially amount to “hey let’s fuck” but hers really stood out to us. She talked about her marriage and how (with her husband’s blessing) she’s been able to explore her sexuality outside of it, she listed her kinks, and not only described the fantasy she had in mind with us, but described her (amazing) looks: “Latina, petite, 5’2″, 117 lbs, slim and fit but curvy, brown curly hair, big brown eyes”
Diana and I were on board immediately. We moved over to kik after a few reddit messages, traded pictures, and really started flirting and describing some of the things we’d like to do to one another. She told us that she was very submissive and that what she enjoyed most was being manhandled in bed and not having to think too much. She said she wanted to be spanked, choked, and have her hair pulled, and said that she had never had a strapon used on her, which was a fantasy that we were more than happy to fulfill.
It was one my friends birtday. Actually not my friend but a friend of my friend. I though I may get some attention and have fun there. I wear my black dress with deep cleavage and without bra my round 34DD’s are now looking like two bombs tried to get off from my dress. When I move my keep showing themselves more so I have to keep hold and pull the dress back. There will be people I dont know so its always so hot they cannot take their eyes out my tits, gossip about them.
It was a restaurant with large garden where we sit a very long rectangle table outside. In few minutes a couple shows up and sit in front of us. As a girl I first check out the girl. She was pretty but dressing very casual. Nice hair but tiny boobs. Then I turned to the guy. He was a tall, good looking guy, polite guy. I talked with them, often let my arms press my boobs and expose them more. I can catch both of them checking my tits. After a while she lost interest but I can feel his eyes totally fixed on my tits.
Hi there,
Long-time reader, first-time poster. A couple of years ago I (33M) moved to London from Australia to experience big city life and to hopefully expand my sexual horizons a bit. I loved London, ticked a few things off the sexual bucket list and came away with some good stories. This might be the best one. It’s the story of an afternoon I spent with a naughty but nice Arab girl when I should’ve been working. Hope you enjoy!
Jasmine and I connected through Random Acts of Muff Dive (my favourite subreddit). Her post stated that she was an Arab girl, mid-20s, and she was going to be in London for a few days for a concert. She was looking for someone to smoke and have a bit of fun with post-show so I sent her a respectful yet sexy message and we clicked. She later told me that this wasn’t something she got to do often in her conservative home country so she used trips like this to really let her hair down. Well, that was great news for me! I’d never been with an Arab girl before (I’m a white Australian, blonde hair blue eyes, 5’10 slim) so I was very interested to see what was in store.
I can’t hide the smile spreading across my face hearing those two words. And not just the words themselves, but the warmth and praise behind them. They make both my heart and cheeks pink up. My soul is beaming with glee as you take my hand and have us walking toward the display of carrots. Some are staked in bags, some gathered in bunches and then some laid out in a big jumble of individual carrots. It’s the last part of the display we’re on our way to. My pink cheeks becoming redder again with each step closer. The more I see the carrots coming into view the more the rush surges to my head and makes tingles go all through my core. The embarrassment of my excitement making my lust stronger.
My first year out of college I was dating this guy, Jackson, who I was pretty convinced was going to be my husband at the time. We had amazing chemistry and he was just a genuine guy and we had the same life goals in a lot of ways – it was all of that stupid right after college love. I could tell it was stupid because we were dating for like a month and he kept telling me he wanted to propose to me. I was also his first real girlfriend.
He sold classic cars at this custom dealership and made decent money, he also flipped cars and motorcycles which in LA is pretty lucrative. His boss was this mid-50s dude with long hair and always wore a leather jacket and rode an old Harley. He was always a nice enough guy, but anytime I hung out there, he’d hit on me in a gross way and I’d never say anything because it would probably piss Jackson off to no end – probably enough he’d quit. He was super possessive in weird ways like he wouldn’t mind me wearing a sexy outfit to a club and get ogled, but if a guy said something to me he’d freak out.
Really really long!!! She felt completely safe on this stretch of beach. It felt like a community, where everyone would watch out for each other. Nudist beaches were illegal in Tammy’s area, so if the cops came from either direction, the community would alert each other to their approach. Most nudists disappeared into the bush, while others got dressed into swimwear. Some got scared off and left after the police had passed. Tammy liked to stand her ground, or rather, sand. Tammy was far from ugly! She had tanned golden skin, sunstreaked light brown hair, vivid green eyes and a body to die for. She would losely tie her string bikini and lay her towel in the centre of the beach, along with all her gear. She would smile and wave at the law men, who would smile back and give the smallest of finger raises. None ever stopped to ask about problems with nudity or sex on the beach? Pity, Tammy could have educated them!
So I’ve been single since August, dated someone for a few weeks and enjoyed some vanilla sex. He broke up with me about a month ago and since then I’ve decided to try out ‘modern’ dating, or just having fun as I’ve started calling it. I’ve been on okcupid and it was alright, but a few weeks ago I decided to finally get Tinder and the very day I got it I got matched up with this guy we will call L.
L and I chatted on and off for a couple weeks, I had a couple other guys I was seeing for hook ups but one wanted a relationship and the other is kind of unavailable at times so I was still in the market for potential FWBs. L and I had a date scheduled for this past Sunday and for the week or so leading up to it, we really only talked about weed.
I live in an illegal state and he was going to help me out by selling me some since I just moved and haven’t made any new connections. Saturday we were chatting while I was making my way home from work when the conversation led to cuddling and he asked if I’d like to do that while watching a movie.
TLDR – Skip to Day 1 for the sex. The first part is just me telling you how privileged I am.
Preamble:
Don’t bother messaging saying BS. I don’t care a whit if you believe a word of this or not.
I’ve given the background to our family situation in a previous post –
My 47[M] Colombian [F] sex slave, sort of. from gonewildstories
Go read if you care. In particular catch up on who Gabriella – my little butterfly is. In short she is a domestic maid who is kinky and likes being mistreated and used for all sorts of debauched slave and pain play. She has worked as a boat hand for us in the past and she can (whatever the word is) drive / skipper / captain / navigate a motor yacht / catamaran / mono hull around the world. She’s also a professional masseuse.
*New account for my first attempt writing the kind of sexy stories that I enjoy reading – time will tell where it goes, or whether it goes anywhere at all. I have some ideas. I welcome feedback.*
*This is fiction, please assume that everything I describe is between consenting adults.*
*“Stay calm … focus on the sounds in the room …”* she silently repeated to herself, determined to keep the sound of her own pounding heartbeat – increasingly amplified by the vast of the snug, padded blindfold covering her closed eyes – from overtaking her remaining senses. *“Breathe in… breathe out…”* She continued to wait, fully exposed yet comfortable, steadily holding her position on her hands and knees, her bare torso resting on the purpose-built furniture that she’d seen for the first time when she arrived earlier.