Author: hayygrrl

His gratitude this morning melted my heart and made me want him all over again. [MF]

It’s like I become a new woman when I’m high. So full of life, so free of inhibitions. Not that my partner ever leaves me feeling self conscious. He makes me feel sexy, desired. My attraction to him is unwavering. Though we’ve been together for years, he still stops my breath whenever he walks into a room. His voice makes me melt into a puddle. I could stare at nothing but his his smile for eternity and be happy.

So after I hit our pipe and feel my mind and body fully relax, it’s like every sensation becomes amplified. The hair all over my body stands end. Colors become brighter, sounds become lighter and my partner, he becomes intoxicating. It’s like I become drawn to him in ways I couldn’t even explain. I suddenly want his body pressed against mine, his lips caressing my skin, his scent swarming around me. The lust for him grows by the second until I am overcome and feel myself ravage his body. Read more »

No inhibitions. [FM]

He handed me the pipe as we sat next to one another on the couch. I sparked the bowl and closed my eyes, taking a long and intense hit. I opened them as I exhaled, and passed it back to him. He smiled at me as he took the pipe from my hand and set it down on my coffee table. His hand then slid up my leg, around to my ass and he squeezed as he came in for a kiss.

Everything felt magnified. His lips touched mine, and I could feel the sensation throughout my entire body. They parted, and his tongue swirled over mine. I could hear myself whimpering, involuntary. It was as if every single thing he was doing to me was exactly what my body needed to feel. One hand caressing my back, the other combing through my hair as his lips move from mine to my chin, my neck, my collarbone, my shoulder. Read more »

A little experiment with some new toys with the new boy. [MF][Kink]

I pulled into the driveway and killed the engine. I finished my cigarette by taking one long drag, feeling my nerves slowly getting the best of me. I reached for my purse, which was housing a few toys for us to play with. But he was completely unaware that I was bringing anything except myself. Not only that, but in a neighboring pocket were some sexy thigh highs. He may have thought I didn’t catch him say how sexy he thought they were, but I ran out and bought a pair the day after his comment.

What was is about him, I don’t know. Pheromones, perhaps. How perfect I thought his body was. The feelings I got around him. The fact that he makes me feel just as sexy as I view him. We had only been seen each other about three weeks at this point. Which seems like nothing, but has felt like everything. We were already emotionally bonded on a number of levels, but the sex… The sex was the best I’d ever had in my life. And the communication and openness we had toward it only made it that much better. We had already slept together numerous times, I recalled as I got out of my car and made my way to his front door. Each time different than the last. Different rooms, different positions, different amounts of foreplay. Sometimes gentle, sometimes rough. We mentioned our deepest desires and fantasies already. And one he mentioned got me soaking wet. I knew that one fantasy just had to come first because of how kinky it was, and it had to happen now. He didn’t know just how badly I really wanted it, too. Read more »

Improvising when you live thousands of miles apart from your friend’s sexy brother. [FM]

I met Jake about seven years ago. His brother and I graduated from college together, and we were fairly good friends. One night, we were all at a house party together. I was introduced to Jake while pouring myself a drink. I remember to this day thinking about how sexy his eyes were upon first glance and how instantly I was attracted to him. We talked frequently that night, but nothing ever came of it. We would only see each other in person again maybe once or twice, as he didn’t live in the city and he moved around the country often for work.

I can’t recall how we initially started texting one another, I’m sure after some exchanging of Facebook posts, comments and eventually messages. But it did turn out that we ended up with one another’s phone numbers and we would text semi-regularly. It was innocent small talk at first, but it didn’t take long for us to reveal how attracted we were to one another – and the sexting started. Sending dirty pictures and messages about the things we wanted to do to one another. It felt almost taboo, knowing that this was one of my best friend’s brothers, and he had no idea that we had this connection. Read more »

I brought my friend home last night. [FM]

We met up earlier in the day. I was actually out on a first date that was floundering pretty badly. The guy was too quiet and there was zero chemistry. We were at a bar for a party and a concert, super laid back and it was still uncomfortable. I could tell he wasn’t into it. And I wasn’t into him. Then, luckily, my good friend walked up to us. We’ll call him Chris. He chatted with us for a bit before this guy decided he wanted to leave. So off went the boring guy, and I breathed a sigh of relief of being saved from that horribly awkward situation. So now I got to spend the afternoon with my good friend.

We drank a bit, stayed for a few hours, ran into other friends. It was a pretty great evening. We’re both avid bikers and biked to the bar; separately. When the show was over fairly early in the evening, Chris and I hopped on our saddles and ventured onto the next place. Read more »

I finally got to fuck him. [FM]

I was standing at the edge of the bar when he walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. “Hey you,” he whispered into my ear. I turned, smiling, to reciprocate his hug. This tall, fit, incredibly attractive man that had come to be a very good friend of mine in the past year. He had texted me earlier in the evening asking what my plans for the night were. We agreed to meet up and have some drinks. And here we were.

I thought nothing of it. Though I always sensed sexual tension between us, he never gave me any reason to suspect there actually was. But damn if I didn’t fantasize about going home with him, ripping his clothes off and having him fuck me up against a wall. And that night was no different.

We talked casually, catching up on our life events since we saw one another last. Then we talked more about the state of the world, as were both incredibly into politics but have some pretty opposing views. That’s the one thing he always had complimented me on, though. My brain. My ability to actually have a conversation. My open mindedness to other ideas. And as we got deeper and deeper into these subjects that night, somehow I noticed that between the lines of healthcare and education, we were flirting with one another. And very apparently. And I felt myself looking at him, getting more aroused by the minute. Read more »