The Sex Diaries – September edition [MF] – Part I

Hello to the wonderful readers and writers of r/gonewildstories,

I have been a long-time lurker on this sub and have really enjoyed reading all the stories that you guys and girls have posted. I wanted to provide my own content and payback this subreddit for some of the fantastic literature that others have posted, with a hopefully unique twist on proceedings. A lot of the stories on here seem to revolve around early on or one-night affairs and while these are of course fun, intriguing and passionate I wanted to replicate those emotions from somebody in a committed relationship. Therefore I have decided to weigh in with my own stories, in a slightly different format:

Although the Sex Diaries does sound a little unappealing (i.e. Wednesday, Missionary, 7/10, no complaints) I just wanted to provide a name that would clearly highlight what I’m trying to do. So I’m writing this on the 27th September and with only 3 days of the month left I have three memorable encounters with my girlfriend to tell you about which I will write up in 3 separate parts (4 if there is a surprise weekend threesome, but I somehow can’t see it). This story is part 1 and helpfully it happened on the first of this month!

To help you build up a mental image of the participants, my girlfriend (Emily) is very petite, barely registering 5 feet, we’re both English (alas I write in feet, 1.5m for my American brethren), has long chestnut brown hair, dark brown eyes, a single piercing in each ear and a small belly button piercing, no tattoos and is slim, she does go to the gym 2-3 times a week, but is lucky in that she really doesn’t have to. That description may not do her justice, but she is gorgeous and I’m a very lucky man!

Myself: I’m 5 feet 9, short brown hair, light brown eyes, a light beard or stubble, trim(ish), no piercings or tattoos.

We have been together for almost two years now and share a flat on the outskirts of the city. Now that is out of the way let’s move on to Friday the 1st September:

It had been a long week, days full of tedious paperwork and clichéd office tasks for both of us. The evenings had also been full of previous commitments, we had barely had a chance to sit down for five minutes and so both of us approached Friday night drinks with a certain sense of trepidation. A quick turnaround after work involved a rapid dinner, power shower and speed walk to the pub and we were still late. The pub itself is an exposed beams and unmatched chairs sort of place, but the ale is good and the company better. We arrived to find our friends immersed deep in conversation, surrounded by scattered half empty pint glasses and sodden place mats, I pulled out an old library chair made of battered oak and Emily pulled out a dark blue stool as we joined in the conversation.

In the way that good friends do, the trivial issues of the week melted away as we laughed, joked and drank and in no time at all I could tell that we were both happy to have been there. It was also at that moment that Emily shed her leather jacket and I could see what she was wearing, a strappy coral top, that left her shoulders exposed, the last glimpses of a tan from our summer holiday showing through. She had a light gold chain that she always wears around her neck, dark black skinny jeans and a pair of black slip-on shoes. Her hair was loose behind her ears and her make-up minimal, not that she needed any make-up anyway.
As the night progressed I could feel her foot occasionally brushing mine and I would catch a wry smile from across the table. The thing you need to know about Emily is that although good at hiding it from other people if you know her, then you pick up the signs, it could be a tap of a foot, a brush of a hand or even a smirk, but these are all indicators that she is looking for intimacy. It wasn’t long before the old bell rang throughout the pub for last orders and we finished off the last of our drinks and set off in to the (surprisingly almost warm for England) night.

The key scratched around the lock as Emily tried to connect the mechanisms, not drunk, but definitely a little tipsy she managed to make the connection and walk in to our flat. She put her bag down on the coffee table and walked in to the kitchen to make a coffee. I locked the door, kicked off my shoes and strolled up behind her, my left arm wrapped itself around her waist as my right index finger brushed away her dark hair and I planted a gentle kiss just under her right ear. She gasped slightly as my lips connected and I trailed a line of butterfly kisses down from under her ear, across her neck and to her collarbone, which I barely nibbled, my lips making the very slightest of touches. I used my left hand to unzip her leather jacket and throw it on to the kitchen table. I heard Emily’s breathing get a little deeper as her head tiled instinctively. I placed my hands on her hip and used them to spin her around so that she was facing me, our eyes met as I leaned in and kissed her soft lips. The lips I’d be longing for since our feet brushed under the table at the pub. She placed her palms flat on my chest and pushed me back slightly and walked past me, as she left the kitchen I saw a coral top fly towards the sofa, it feel short, but that was the least of my priorities at that time.

I followed her in to our bedroom and pushed the door closed behind me, she sat on the edge of our unmade bed and I threw of my shirt and joined her. I kissed her again, our tongues almost wrestling for control as my hands traced down her toned stomach, over her belly button piercing and I undone the button on her jeans. She shimmied them to her ankles and kicked them off randomly in to the room somewhere. With our kiss we fell back in to the bed, I used my fingernails to trace and delicately scratch her inner thigh, she moaned in to our kiss as her hands made short work of my trousers, as they pooled around my ankles. I used the back of my hands on the way up from her knee to her inner thigh and my fingertips and nails on the way back down, each time getting closer, each time getting slower. I wanted to tease her more, but the frustrated groans I could feel from her meant I had little resistance. I eventually pulled down her black thong began to draw circles on her clit with my fingers, her moans changed as I slowly adjusted the pace, I could feel her wetness and I continue my teasing.

As we lay horizontally across the bed, I couldn’t take it anymore and I retrieved my fingers to whip off my boxers, I gave her one more kiss and a final tease as I run the head of my cock over her clit before slowly inserting it inside her. Her eyes slammed shut, but her mouth shot open as our animalistic passion took over. I began to thrust in to her, every time going a little deeper, every time going a little faster. Her fingers seemed to dance over the contours of my spines as she moaned erotically. If was the first time we had time to ourselves all week and we were going to take full advantage of it.
I soon felt the irreversible building and I could tell Emily was close too, with a final push, her legs clamped around me and I felt her contract around my cock as orgasm washed over her. I couldn’t take it anymore either and this pushed me over the limit as I came deep inside her, a thin layer of sweat covering both of us. We took a minute to compose ourselves and ended the night as it began, with a kiss. She never made that coffee.

I hope you guys enjoyed that, this is my first attempt at anything like this, so I’d love to hear your comments.

Thanks for reading.

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