Author: gwensnaughtyside

Forgive (m)e (f)ather, for I have sinned… Pt 1.

Not a bone in Gwen’s body was religious at all. Organized religion went against everything she knew and felt, however, somehow her mother had dragged her to a midnight mass on Christmas eve. *Why am I here… I’m never agreeing to this again…* She pouted as she thought about her netflix and wine waiting at home, while mother sat beside her blissfully unaware. The room began to fall silent as a man took his place behind the podium. He had wide shoulders under his robe, salt and pepper hair and a stubbly face. *At least I get to look at something appealing while I listen to this droll…* He began mass by leading the congregation in prayer. That was where Gwen began to tune out. She tuned back in while the choir was singing. They were amazing and brought tears to her eyes. *Ok fine, it’s not totally horrible…* Read more »

A poem about bulges. [MF]

I must divulge that I love a big bulge,
They make me squirm and want to indulge.
Some go left and some go right,
Either way, they’re bound to excite.
Grab that zipper and pull it south,
Looks like he might need some mouth-to-mouth.
A little precum never hurt no one,
Let’s tuck in and get the job done.
Stroke it,
Suck it,
Play with his balls,
It’s so easy to get them enthralled.
Oh my God he’s getting close,
Not too long until he blows.
Cum for me baby, give it all to me.
I’m sitting here begging for it on my knees.
Ahhh yes, there you go.
I lick it all up, I’m such a hoe.

A happy birthday indeed. [MF, morning fellacio]

*My stories always include a little bit of real life and a little bit of fantasy. Enjoy. Xo*

It was the morning of his big mid-life birthday. Gwen and Lee stayed up much too late last night and emptied too many bottles of wine. The fun was worth the slight hangover this morning. He was still in bed… Leg flopped over top of the blanket with his ass exposed… Gwen got up and showered and came back into the bedroom to find him sprawled out like a starfish, cock standing tall and proud. Not too shabby for fifty, she thought. He was still asleep but she didn’t want to wait. She crawled up the bottom of the bed, placing herself between his legs kissing his inner thighs gently. His cock twitched from her touch as she continued to lightly caress him. Her tongue made a wet trail leading the way to his balls, then up his throbbing dick. She paused to take a sip of water, then slid her mouth up and down the shaft his Lee’s cock. After enough teasing she had to have his mouth-watering cum. He started to stir while Gwen took her time taking him deep enough to make her gag, his favourite thing. She knew he was awake by the sharp tug of hair from his strong hands. Gwen wrapped her arms around his thick thighs and let him take control; it was his birthday after-all. The sounds he made were primal and made Gwen wet. The closer he got to climaxing, the more she throbbed; she loved nothing more than giving him pleasure. . At last he granted her wish, he exploded in her mouth and collapsed back on the pillows out of breathe… she crawled up to steal a sloppy kiss and said, happy birthday lover.

A night to remember… or not. (MF, Hottub, stranger sex)

(My stories always include a little bit of real life and a little bit of fantasy. Enjoy. Xo)

Gwen was still licking her wounds from a night on the town the night before. She was stretched out on the couch with all the curtains drawn to make a dark little dungeon. She was deep in the story of Charles Manson when she was started by her phone.

*Who’s this?*

She didn’t recognize the number but did see that she had texted this person at 2:13am early this morning.

*This is Gwen. Who’s this?*

Great. Another piece of the mystery to solve from last night.

*This is Drew. How did you get my number?*

As hard as she tried, she couldn’t remember.

*I’m not too sure, Sir. Can you send a pic to jog my memory? I was out on the town last night and it’s a little foggy.*

Her phone dinged with the photo being sent. Hmm, she still didn’t remember him, but he was cute.

*I’m ashamed to say that I don’t remember you, but glad I got your number. Are you from my town?* Read more »