Author: FriendsForStories

Unexpected lakeside sex on a hot summers day [MF]

Last day submission to the monthly contest, because why not.
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Otherwise stick around for a long intro.

It was a hot day in late summer. The kind of heat that people wouldn’t even want to go outside to cool down. The kind that if you took a cold shower and dried off you would be clammy wet from sweat before you reached your clothes. Most people stayed in doors or in the shade, often partially submerged to cool down. The weather report had promised rain to cool down, but it was late or not coming any more. The sky was still a spotless deep, light blue. Regardless, the air was heavy with moisture, making the world feel muggy.

After dinner it was cooler, especially in the (admittedly small) woods close by. The wind seemed to be picking up from a standstill to a soft breeze. I was enjoying the air. It smelled of dried grass. A bit like hay. Even in the late sun the contrast of the tree shadows with the light was intense. Like everything was wrung through a filter to add colour and contour. Read more »

A bid for control [MF]

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I have a friend who’s a typical nice guy. Always polite, never pushing. Trying to be understanding and listening. I don’t believe in a ‘friend zone’, but he was firmly lodged in the ‘least likely to bang’ category. I saw him as a good friend, but you wouldn’t expect him to be able to get into any pants without assistance of the woman basically jumping on him. I had no such intentions, so he’s shit out of luck.

It was the last few days of an exam week. Most people had already finished and gone back to their parents. Not everyone leaves though. We were just hanging out, killing time until dinner, then we would be killing time until we would go to the pub with friends.

For whatever reason we arrived back at my place, making small talk about nothing really. We went up the stairs to the top floor where I live, saying hi to someone on his way to the ground floor. I lived in a literal mansion. The ‘herenhuizen’ or gentleman’s houses, were row houses of epic proportions. A percentage of such houses was under ownership of student housing or actual student associations and had been rebuild to accommodate a large amount of students. The ground floor already had several for students spacious bedrooms next to the big kitchen and common room. Each subsequent floor had a small kitchen and things like a shower as well. Read more »

Unforgettable night at the sauna [MF]

The sauna is a place of contrast. Heat and warmth, wet and dry, nakedness and non-sexuality. People always say they don’t watch. I do. At a sauna all sexuality is stripped away for me, but beauty isn’t. Even if there’s no beauty, the bodies tell so much of their stories. I watch and think of how they got where they are now.

One evening at the sauna there are a lot of lovely ladies to watch. With some I might’ve thought more, but I can suppress such things well. My mind blank in that regard. Yet it vexes me. It seems that there are only young sexy women here today and I don’t come here for that. I decide to stop my normal cycle of sauna and skip the relaxing pool. I grab my book and sit on the cosy benches below the pool. The sauna is on the 11th and 12th floor of a building with beautiful views. The benches require a stair to get below the pool level. Although it isn’t hidden, somehow few people take the opportunity to relax there. No one can watch easily below the pool and I read naked at length. It’s a nice change. Although some lovely ladies are still in the back of my mind, I’m resolute. No such things here. It’s a place to be yourself and relax. Sighing, I flip another page. Read more »

[MF] Cultural exchange in Russia

During my student time I was a member of a European student association that’s spread through Europe (an a bit more). It is great! You meet new people all the time, people dare to be themselves and do things they normally wouldn’t, as you can often explain it as “from a different country” and not “cooked in the head”. Finally it’s just nice to be together and let things go out of hand. You’ll get either friends forever, or they’ll be far away in a different country so you’ll not reminded of your folly.
One of the things that was often organised was exchanges. Organised by local members for the knowledge of where to go and assistance while the visiting people were just experiencing. You get great parties and events if you mix so many people.

For my first one I went to Russia. Two weeks of summer there with a fully cultural program starting with Russian ballet, slowly going down in culture until we could fish our own breakfast. I was a day earlier than arrival time, but they had arranged that I could already sleep there. It was late in the midday when I arrived at the airport. Read more »