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One Night Only in Osaka [MF]

“I think this would look really good on you,” I texted him. He responded almost immediately, as I continued to rifle through the sale vintage clothing racks outside the store in Osaka. It was a sunny but cool day, and the smell of street food wafted in the breeze.

“Yeah, I really like blue!”

Gee, I’m not getting much out of him right now, maybe he’s busy, I thought.My phone vibrated again, *oh, a double text.*

“So I’m looking forward to meeting you tonight :) You said you like whisky right?”

“Yeah, I’m really into Japanese whisky, isn’t that shocking?”

“Haha, well, I’ll meet you at the LiLo Coffee Roasters around 7, 7:30, okay? The train from Kyoto shouldn’t take too long, but I’ll keep you posted.”

“Sounds good, I’ll make sure to wear something cheeky underneath, but you probably won’t get to see it…unless…”

“I’m listening”

“I’ll see you at 7:30 :)”

“You’re the worst.”

I walked back to my hotel room, which was actually rather large for Japan, with two double beds pushed together and a watermelon mural painted on the wall. Read more »

New York State of Mind PT 2 [MF]

His mouth pressed against my ear, he moaned softly “I’ve been waiting all night to have you. I knew you weren’t wearing a bra all night. And now that I know…”

He slipped a hand under my dress, searching… before pressing his long fingers against my exposed pussy. I was slick with wetness. I was warm, my desire radiating from between my creamy white thighs. I pinched his hand between my legs, letting out a louder moan.

Taking my hand he led me back to our hotel room. I couldn’t hold in my desire. My hands wouldn’t leave his body. I touched him however I could. I needed to feel his skin. I needed to slip my hands underneath the crisp white shirt he wore. I wanted to feel that tuft of chest hair, which sat atop his gorgeous caramel skin. I buried my face in his chest as he fumbled with the door key, inhaling his scent – sweat and cologne and sweetness all mixed into one. I just wanted to tear his clothes off of him then and there and ride him in the foyer. With my lack of underwear it was possible and extremely tempting. Read more »

New York State of Mind [MF]

Walking into a packed bar near the best dumpling house in New York (or so I was told), feeling sexy in a low cut, figure hugging navy blue velvet dress, I gripped his hand a little tighter.

We’d finally made it to this night. Saturday night. I was meeting some of his friends, and whilst I seemed confident and glowing, I was a little nervous. He squeezed my hand back, as we lined up to order some drinks.

“I’ll have an Old Fashioned. I’ll get the next round okay?” I whispered, my lips grazing his right earlobe. He smiled and gave me a little kiss.

It seemed like an eternity before we got our drinks. I was pressed close to him. I was so strongly attracted to this man, whom I’d spent very little time with. A side from a few fleeting days every month or so, we had experienced very little. Maybe that’s what drove my desire for him through the roof.

Getting our drinks, we spied a free couch and grabbed it. He sat next to me on a stool whilst I took the plush sofa. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and he didn’t know just yet. Read more »

One hot night in Tel Aviv [MF]

*This is a true story. It is why I post on GW stories, not on other subs. Enjoy.

It had been 6 months since I last saw him. As I dropped my bags after being scrutinized by Israeli police, I collapsed on the floor and pinched myself. I couldn’t believe I was here.

The AirBnb was spacious, with a winding staircase which led up to a level with a large bed and ensuite bathroom. The balcony had magnificent views over Tel Aviv’s Frishman beach.

I took a long shower, soaping up my body, which was sunkissed after weeks in Greece, and went downstairs to find a local market for groceries. As I took in the scents of the spices, the cloying heat sticking to my skin, I reached down and grabbed my phone. I searched for his name on Facebook, and opened the Messenger icon.

“Hey. It’s been a while, but you won’t guess where I am.”

I checked my phone for the next half an hour. Nothing. Okay, I guess that’s my closure, he’s dropped off the face of the earth. We’d had a short but intense romance back home, but his visa had expired and he left for the States. I hadn’t heard from him for months and months. Read more »

By the sea [FM] (Short!)

By the sea (SHORT)

“You want to play my game?” he murmured in her ear.
“I’m already playing, you’re falling behind” she retorted with a smirk.

He was subtle, but had a certain touch which could make the hairs on the back of her graceful neck prick up. This was only to be the beginning of their encounters.

He’d driven her to a secluded spot near the beach. There was a little cove that they now huddled in together. It was a still, warm night, the sound of the waves echoing in the cavern.

The sand was smooth, soft, and didn’t stick to the skin. He took her hands and played with them…drawing circles, tracing his finger on her pale skin. Every so often he would brush his lips against her cheek, her fingertips, her lips. For her, it seemed like forever, the slow torture, the kind which she usually inflicted upon her victims. It was somehow working, frustrating her to no end.

She grabbed his hand and placed it on her thigh, which he gripped tightly then released, smiling. Read more »

It’s been a long time… [MF]

Ryan lay next to his new girlfriend Hannah, when his phone buzzed.

“Hey! Long time no speak, you won’t believe where I am.”

It was Peyton, his ex.
His heart began to race, re-reading the message, wondering how to reply. He looked over at Hannah, feeling a little guilty. She looked so cute asleep there, and if he replied she’d be pretty pissed.

He’d met Peyton while travelling last year. An Aussie, he fell in love with her accent. On their first date they ended up at a whiskey bar before he finished inside her in her hotel room. Brunette, with bangs and hazel eyes, and with a body that oozed sex appeal, she wasn’t the blonde blue eyed girl he’d always fantasised about being with. As he held his phone in his hands he remembered just how she used to ride his cock like no other. The sex they had was out of this world. She just understood him, and god he loved how her body moved. She would try anything, and sexually she was a perfect match for him. She turned him on so much. From her gorgeous breasts and nipples, to her skinny fit waist and her fantastic ass, he just loved her body. But she was really the whole package. She was smart and funny and very cheeky. They’d dated for a few months long distance but it was just too hard in the end. Read more »

Anticipation [MF]

The timber floorboards creaked slightly as she crept up the stairs.

“Oh damn i-“ she muttered to herself.

Barefoot with a pair of black sweatpants and a white t shirt, she took the steps a little slower. The chill in the air made her nipples erect, visible under her thin pink t shirt.

One to tease, her sweatpants were slung low enough on her wide hips to expose the black whale tail of her lace trimmed thong.

As she reached the top of the staircase, she slowed her breathing. Her heart was racing.

He was still asleep, but she continued through the doorway.

A faint glow came through the window from the street lamp outside; he lay resting, unaware that she’d stopped by to pay him a visit.

She pulled a long, red, silk cloth from her pocket. Still asleep, she bent over him and kissed his forehead lightly. Her lips caressed the sides of his face, trailing down to his lip, which she bit gently, waking him.

As his eyes adjusted, he smiled, knowing she had some delicious seduction planned. He lay quite still, however within 30 seconds his erection gave away any act of “playing it cool.” Read more »

[MF] Tease me? Hold on..

It was a heated and nearly frantic display as we spilled from the elevator doors in the early twilight hours of the morning. Your hands gripped my thighs as I hooked one leg over your hip, my black dress nearly pushed up to my waist. You fumbled with the keys to your apartment as I tugged your shirt out of your jeans.

“I want you to fill me up,” I murmured into your ear.

You liked me this way; feisty and assertive, deliberately provoking you.

“I don’t know if you can handle what I have planned for you” you teased as you lifted me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around your hips. But we both knew that I was the true deviant.

“You know I’m always game.”

I had a way of matching your passions, eager to explore the boundaries.

In the bedroom, you pushed me up against the wall, impatiently stripping me bare. Your eyes drank in every inch of exposed flesh as you pinned my wrists above my head. I was easy to restrain, while your other hand spanked my ass, warming my skin with a quick lick of fire. Read more »

Lost in Japan [F] [M]

Sitting in a packed train was the last place she expected to feel damp between her thighs. But his hand was resting on her lap, a lightweight jacket draped across the top of her thighs. He whispered in her right ear, nuzzling it “I’m just warming you up, so that by the time we get to your hotel, I’ll be fucking you in the elevator.”

Her breath hitched as he pushed apart her thighs. Her cheeks reddened but she maintained her composure, despite the ogling she received from commuters. The eyes seemed to follow her, but she didn’t mind it so much. Especially when she was thinking about what his dexterous fingers were doing in her lap.

The Japanese commuters seemed none the wiser as to the increasingly wet spot between her legs. He probed further, and she felt herself swell and grow tight. He stroked the apex between her thighs gently, but firmly. He was good. He breathed in her ear again “two more stops.” He grinned. She seemed cool, but on the inside, she was a hot mess. The pressure was building, and she needed release. Read more »