A bad idea [MF]

Nate and I have been friends for a little over 8 years. He was the last person I dated before getting together with the man I would eventually marry and am currently in the process of divorcing. We only went out for 3 weeks, and there were no hard feelings about the break up. As time has gone on I’ve come to value his friendship even more than our romantic history. So when he asked if I wanted to come over and watch a movie the answer was “of course!”.

Nate was never unattractive, but in the last year he’s become downright sexy. We dated while I had a pixie cut, and he had hair down to his shoulders. Now, he enjoys playfully tugging my long curly hair when my back is turned and i enjoy looking at his chiseled jaw beneath his short messy hair. He went from chunky to buff. And when a girlfriend asked why I “let him go” I laughed and said “he sure as hell didn’t look like that when I had him.” He’s also grown up as a person. The angry teenager I briefly dated became a wise well rounded man who I deeply respect.

To the girl I never saw again [FF]

I was a local crashing a college party. The music was so loud we couldn’t hear each other speak but the way you danced sent chills down my spine. When I came towards you I expected you to push me away, but you wrapped your fingers around my ribs and pulled me close.

You were the only girl there without a face full of make up. Your long black hair was pulled into a pony tail. Black and red trip pants couldn’t hide your full, round ass, and your white tank top was clinging beautifully to your sweating perky breasts. Our hands wandered over each other while we danced and when the song ended you pulled out a pack of cigarettes and raised your eye brows at me. I nodded, and followed you outside. As soon as the door closed, you pressed me against the wall and kissed me fiercely.

Liquor was on your breath but I didn’t care. My mouth wandered from your lips to your neck, I lifted your shirt and kissed your breast. Your hands tangled in my hair, and I let a hand reach for the warmth of your cunt. Again, I was expecting you to push me away. But when you moaned you asked the question “do you want to take this to my room?” I lifted my gaze without moving my mouth or hand and nodded, flicking my tongue against her nipple in the process.

Working out [F]rustrations

I’ve been told that an excellent way to alleviate sexual frustration is through exercise. And until today I’ve called “bull shit” on everyone who made this claim. I’ve been going to the gym for about two months now, and my sex drive is as persistent now as it was when I started. So today I took a suggestion from the comments on one of my last posts and brought my butt plug.

After I finished resistance training I ran back to the locker room and carefully slid my little silver friend into place​. Before going up to the cardio room I looked at myself in the mirror. My baggy gym shorts concealed the plug nicely. I was standing a little straighter, but other than that: there was nothing to leave anyone with the impression that I was working out with a sex toy. I took a deep breath, rolled my shoulders back, and left the locker room.

When I reached the tread mill I realized that my underwear was starting to ride up in the front, but didn’t think much of it. I usually choose one of the tread Mills at the back of the cardio room to avoid the enormous mirror at the front, but today all of the Mills at the back were full. So I looked myself in the eye, let out a slow breath and started the second half of my work out.

[M]y [f]irst hate fuck

Disclaimer: I take full responsibility for being the instigator of this fight getting physical, this was well over 10 years ago.

We had been together for eight months and we had been arguing for eight hours. Dan and I were snowed in. We had no cell phone service, no internet, and no patience for one another’s bull shit.

The fight started with him trying to light a fire and getting pissy when I tried to take over, this turned into a fight about me having trust issues. The climax (no pun intended) of the argument involved us screaming at each other, nose to nose, toe to toe, and him calling me a “passive aggressive cunt” To which I replied “would you rather I be a flat out aggressive cunt?” He rolled his eyes “I don’t think you have the balls” I slapped him. He sucked his teeth and glared at the wall behind me, refusing to look directly at me.

Can we talk about this later? [F]

Relax, deep breaths, ease it in slowly.

There’s an art to inserting a butt plug.

There it is, little push, now arch your back and roll your hips.

It’s cold and firm, and pressing all the right spots in all the best ways. My left thumb caresses the piercing on my right nipple and my lips curl into a smile. My right hand slides around my hip to the warm dampness of my waiting pussy. I massage the outer labia, teasing at my clit with my finger tips. I bite my lip and push a finger inside. I can feel the plug through my vaginal wall and everything starts to twitch. I’m writhing and moaning, burying my face in a pillow praying my room mate still has his head phones in on the other side of the house.

I’m squirming on the brink of orgasm. Shallow breaths lead to heaving breasts and everything is shaking. There’s a knock on the front door. Fuck it. I’m almost there. The knock persists and the dog starts barking. No. NO. NO. I quicken the pace of my strokes. “Are you gonna get the door?!” my room mate yells. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Use the hand sanitizer next to my bed, and answer the door.

[F]eeling adventurous

About three months ago I bought my first butt plug. It started as nothing more than an aid while masturbating but eventually I started playing this game with myself “can I do the dishes with the butt plug”? Yes. Can I walk the dog?” Sure can. “Can I go for a drive?” Absolutely.

You’ll notice that none of these activities involve interpersonal interaction. Last night I decided to up the stakes. I went for one of my drives and found myself at a local bar. After a quick check to make sure everything was secure I went in and ordered myself a hard cider. I was shaking. The bar tender looked at me as if I must have been on something.

I took my drink outside to have a cigarette and (of course) a few of my friends are two tables down. I smile, blush, and sit praying that they’ll stay to themselves. They didn’t. One by one they came over to say hi while I clenched my ass and tried to focus on drinking my drink and smoking my cigarette. One of them asked if I had developed any new hobbies, does this count as a hobby?

Horizons [ff]

Krista and I have been friends for six long years. I’ve always thought she was beautiful, even sexy in an innocent lovely sort of way. Last night my years of patience paid off. She just left a long and painful relationship. Her now ex boyfriend was not a fan of our friendship, so we were only able to see each other once every few months when she could slip away unnoticed. Being able to give her a hug, and see her smile was thrilling. That smile would have been enough to keep me satisfied for days. Krysta is short and curvy, her long dark hair always smells like strawberries, and her big brown eyes could thaw the coldest heart. It had been six months since we had gotten to see each other, so I dressed up for the occasion. A pink dress and slip on flats with my long brown curls draped over my shoulders. Krista answered the door in jeans and a grey tee shirt, but still looked better than me.

Dock side confessions [MF]

“I think I’m in love with you.” Vaughn had made this confession a month ago, and I had slapped him for it. I was supposed to be married and my soon to be husband had a confession of his own “I had an affair.” He swore it would never happen again, and begged me to stay, even offering to allow me to seek retribution. Now Vaughn and I were at the same concert, and he looked just as hurt as when I had struck him.

We avoided each other, but kept catching one another staring from across the crowded room. Eventually I found the courage to scribble the words on a napkin “leave in ten minutes, meet me by the river.” I walked over to him and said “it’s good to see you doing well… I’ve missed you” I hugged him and left the note in his jacket pocket.

The Not So Silent Night [FF] [kink]

Olivette and I had been together on and off for 3 years. This was our first Christmas as a couple, and I wanted to make it count.

She had convinced her parents to let her stay at my house on Christmas night, and my parents had decided to go to a holiday party two hours away. I paid a friends older brother to get a bottle of champagne for us, and wore the silky black dress that she loved to lift from my shoulders.

We hadn’t seen each other in 3 days, but in the mind of two teenage girls it might as well have been three years. Seeing her knock on my door was a gift in and of itself. I flung myself into her arms, knocking presents all over the bricks of my front porch and kissed her cheeks, forehead, chin, and finally: lips. We lingered in the december evening air, perfectly at peace with the warmth of one another.

a gi[f]t to re[m]e[m]ber

Taking someones virginity should never be taken lightly. Unless it’s your boyfriends best friend, and you’re asked to be his present.

I had been with Dan for just over 2 years, and we enjoyed a VERY open relationship. Norm had been introduced as Dan’s “Heterosexual Life Partner” on our third date. Dan approached me with the idea when Norm turned 20, and I said that if he was still a virgin in a year I would fix the problem.

In spite of our best efforts to hook him up with a girl he was so painfully shy and socially awkward that all attempts were useless. So for his birthday, we went out to the movies, then back to his place to drink (or so Norm thought).

While Dan got started mixing drinks, I went to the bathroom and undressed. I stood in front of the mirror and took a deep breath. I had gone from wearing jeans and a tee shirt to a black lace thong with matching bra, black open toe heels, and a red ribbon tied in a bow around my waist. “What the fuck are you doing with your life…” I muttered to myself before opening the door.