Author: GravitysRainthrow

I liked the look of her from the start – she was different to the kind of girl I normally go for, but my body reacted as I looked through her pictures. Perhaps it was the photo of a beautiful choker around a delicate neck; a little hint for me, a clue about what was to come. She was tiny – a shade over 5 foot, perhaps, and petite. She had an Asian mother and a British father, and just looked like the most gorgeous little plaything. I am 5’11”, carrying a little bit of extra weight but confident in my body and with a penchant for making naughty girls obey.

We chatted and, surprisingly, the conversation was easy going – we dispensed with the usual cheesy lines and poorly feigned interest, quickly establishing that we had plenty of genuine common ground and could relax. I made sure that she couldn’t forget why and how we’d met though… I peppered the conversation with naughty comments, dirty remarks. I told her what a giveaway her choker was and how I’d never met a girl in one who didn’t also enjoy feeling a firm hand on their body, in their hair. Then I returned to normal conversation. She didn’t waver, didn’t question it. I kept up the occasional remark, planting the seed. I made sure that she knew the kind of dynamic I wanted and she was only too eager to please. A few days later, we met for drinks. Laughs. We met in order to have a respectable pretence for what we both knew was coming next. Read more »

She is the ex of one of my friends, but, though that was long in the past, I never quite forgot about her. She’s a blonde, not my normal type. But for as long I’d known her, she had tantalised and enchanted me; made me lust for her. She just dripped sex appeal. Beautiful large tits, hips and legs to die for and an ass that drove me to the edge of sanity. The night of this story, she was wearing tight jeans, a short top that accentuated her incredible chest and sexy, teasing black heels. Her name is Sarah and this is the story of the one time I got to fuck her.

We had always gotten on well, she stimulated my mind as well as my body, but it had never been much more than some very light flirting. But this night was different. We came across each other early in the night and the air was thick with tension; we exchanged coy smiles, caught each other eye fucking the other from across the room, kept finding excuses to slink off alone. Whispered conversations and shared cigarettes, silly jokes and wandering hands. Tonight, I really wanted her. I needed her. Read more »

I am, all round, a pretty average guy – average looks, average cock. No pornstar pretensions. But a couple of experiences were anything but average, and one in particular is etched into memory. It happened a couple of years ago, in my final year of university.

I was at a gig in town and, as the band stopped and the DJs started, Mel caught my eye again. We’d met a weeks prior at a different show, and I’d thought about her on more than one lonely night since. She was much older than me, in her early forties, but oozed sex appeal. She wasn’t your standard-issue bombshell yummy mummy type. She was a normal woman with the natural appeal and easy confidence of someone comfortable purely in the company of good music and good friends, an appeal that slowly drove me to distraction as I snuck glance after glance. She was around 5’4” slim but curvy; a wonderful round ass, beautiful chest and a pretty face framed by medium length brown hair. Her smile intoxicated. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to shower her body in kisses or bend her over and make her scream. By the end of the night, I’d done both. Read more »