Author: livv94

The virgin, part 1 [FM]

First of all, thank you for the feedback on my first gwstory (A great time with the exchange student). Encouraged by you all, I decided to share another juicy one so soon. This one is also from a few years back, when I was 21. I had fun with an 18-year-old virgin [M]. I’ll dub him Wyatt.

Wyatt and I met through Tinder. Though I never thought I’d be attracted to a younger guy (my track record was and still is older guys), we hit it off really well. We texted back and forth for a couple of weeks, sent each other silly selfies and stupid memes, as well as quite suggestive texts. Finally, we decided to meet up for ice cream.

As a recap; I’m 5″5′, fairly fit, small perky boobs and big round ass. My eyes are green and I have a few piercings and stretched earlobes. At the time, my hair was cut short, I dyed it red, and I always had a messy look to it. Read more »

A great time with the exchange student [FM]

Alright, I’ve been reading your stories and decided to share one myself. This is about the first time I hooked up with my ex. I was 23 and he was 27. Let’s call him Max.

I was studying to become a nurse, and I was doing an internship in traumatology at a big hospital. I was going through a rough breakup at the time and wasn’t feeling myself at all. Luckily I had my internship keeping me busy. Now, I’m about 5’5″, fairly fit, small perky boobs but a big round ass. I have long brown hair and green eyes, a few piercings and a couple of tattoos.

It was after a rough night shift that I first saw Max. I noticed this extremely sexy, scruffy looking guy in the coffee room. I went to introduce myself to this handsome stranger.
“Hi, I’m Livv, nice to meet you!”, I said.
“Hello, I’m Max, the new exchange student here. I have my internship for six weeks at this hospital”, he said in a thick accent. His eyes were captivating, deep brown and so kind, but at the same time he had a streak of mischievousness in his gaze. He was impossible to look away from. He had a scruffy beard, tattoos up and down his arms, stretched earlobes… Just the kind of guy I’d go for.
I giggled and fumbled with my words, and I couldn’t get him out of my head for the rest of the day. I had to get myself off, thinking of him and how he smelled, how strong his big hands were, his flirty gaze and crooked smile, before going to sleep after the night shift. Read more »