How to solve a problem like Elena? [FF][Part 5]

Now while it was mentioned in one of my previous stories, I used to rent an awesome little annex. I’m sad I don’t live there now! It was slightly connected to the main house but no entry through it. It had a private entrance and private drive and it’s own walled garden. The actual annex was a white washed building that used to be a small barn. It only had three rooms, the bathroom, walk-in wardrobe/laundry room and the last room. Kitchen, bedroom, living room that was all! Basically, my bed in the middle of the room with the kitchen off to one side.The setting and outside were amazing and whilst the inside was lovely it was less than practical.

I parked up and led her into my garden and up the path to my annex. Once inside I flicked on the lights and tossed my bag onto the floor “Can I get you a drink of anything?” I asked trying to break the silence she just shook her head “You can take a seat on the bed if you like? I don’t really have room for chairs.” I tried to smile at her as she perched on the end of my bed with her bag on her lap.

How to solve a problem like Elena? [FF][Part 4]

Thanks for your patience!

Sometimes when you wake up you feel too hot or groggy. However sometimes you’re in heaven, it’s warm and cozy, you’re pleasantly relaxed and you’ve got a beautiful girl in your arms. I woke up how we’d fell asleep though I knew it was early due to the light streaming in past the forgotten curtain.

Elena was still asleep and pressed against my front, I was reluctant to even move. Though I knew that today would be tough as she’d be waking up sober to the events of the previous night, I hoped that she wouldn’t hate me or just avoid me. I didn’t wake her, I could see her clock and we had several hours before I’d be late for work, I wanted to savor this for as long as possible. The smell of her hair, the softness of her skin and the noises she made while she slept.

Sadly that wasn’t to be. She woke soon after me, and I stayed still to see her reaction and try to judge the situation. She cleared her throat and furrowed her forehead against the sunlight, and as she went to stretch slightly she moved and felt me against her and froze. I imagine the events of the previous night came back to her as she relaxed very slightly “Tasha. Are you awake?” She whispered for some reason as we were alone in her room.

How to solve a problem like Elena? [FF] [Part 3]

It was a couple of weeks after our coffee rendezvous and Elena seemed to be back to normal. She was friendly, warm and energetic again. Though I did notice after our handholding in the café she seemed to be reluctant to touch me again. We lived our lives, worked and had days off. I’d drive her and her friends places. I’d go home. Alone. I won’t pretend like I wasn’t pining after her. However, even though there were times that I was sure that she was interested in me, she needed to come to her own terms with that. I’m not someone who’s going to pursue someone who says they’re straight. That’s not fair.

I’d love to also pretend I was out meeting exotic women and men, having a smorgasbord of casual sex with beautiful people. I wasn’t. I was alone, overworked and more than a little depressed, it was the summer where work was always full to capacity, I had to endure the waiters and other chefs constantly flirting with Elena and it was too much. I began to dread seeing her and more than that I was exhausted of feeling like I wasn’t good enough. Due to my lack of relationships I certainly felt like I hadn’t prepared myself for something like this, usually it was a quick fuck and chuck, this wasn’t even that but it was draining me completely. I’d lost weight, the bags under my eyes were growing daily and I barely saw the sunshine. To a degree I’d stopped looking after myself, I wasn’t eating or sleeping. I’d get out of bed, shower and work, then repeat.

How to solve a problem like Elena? [FF] [Part 2]

So this is the second part to the Elena chronicles.

Whilst I’d just faced some tough rejection, I didn’t try to avoid Elena. It would have been impossible anyway. However, I did try not to be alone with her, partially so she didn’t feel awkward and partially so we’d never be able to talk about it. I was embarrassed, I’d misread the situation and didn’t want her to think I was some sexually aggressive slut. I think that even then, I couldn’t bear the thought of her thinking badly of me.

I was still driving her friends and her along, luckily they were a fairly talkative lot and that masked the awkward atmosphere. At first I thought she’d tell them, or at least one of her friends but after waiting about a week for some verbal rebuke, I decided she must have kept it a secret. She was never awkward around me, or treated me any differently since the kiss. It was all me.

How to solve a problem like Elena? [FF] [Part 1]

In reality the reason that I started posting on GWS is to write about her, but was building up to it. Now fair warning this is going to be a long one broken into a few parts, some of this might be biased because I was, and probably still am in love with this girl. Apologies in advance but this doesn’t have much in the way of sexiness, though that will come. I felt the need to set the scene more than I usually would.

People often say that someone is the love of their life, I’m 26 I don’t know if she’s the love of my life or soulmate or any other thing that I’m not convinced I believe in. What I do know is she’s one of the great loves of my life. This takes place about two years ago, slightly longer as she began working at the hotel I’d been at for a couple of years in the late spring of that year.

A [F]inal fuck before [M]oving [Long]

Time for rounds four. Ding!

So some time after the last story, I’d gotten some good news and in around a months time I’d be moving further North (about four hours away from my parents home). I was going to be working in a decent hotel and there was plenty of room for advancement, also it was far enough away from my family that they’d be able to visit but not without making plans. Perfect! The only catch was that I couldn’t start for a month, as I was starting as soon as the new head chef did and he was bringing in a whole new team and didn’t want them mixing with the old team. Kitchen politics!

A brie[F] masturbatory interlude

A little while after my last story, I was attempting to get the next stage of my life sorted and had some promising interviews lined up in the north of the country. However, this takes place on one of my few days off. My parents were on holiday and for once I was enjoying having the house to myself. Though it was nothing compared to having my own space it was better than nothing! Though I had promised my mom that I would sort through some of my old clothes and boxes that littered my sisters old room. She was coming home in a few weeks and whilst my mom didn’t mind me leaving them there when the room was empty she’d been on my back to sort them out.

[FF]ucking over my friends fiancé part 2

Thanks for your patience guys, with no ado here’s the second half!

Both of us breathless, Jane crawled up my body and lay next to me, her face glistening slightly with my cum. As I watched her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand I realised how much I had wanted this to happen, some petty repayment for our schooldays when I always had to be second to her. Pausing to catch our breath I rolled on top of her straddling her waist. Leaning down and kissing her flushed face before sitting back “How was it?” I asked “Worth the wait?” She blushed and looked away, refusing to meet my gaze as she mumbled her response “It was nice.” She said weakly. I smirked and got off of her and sat on the edge of the bed slipping my hand up her dress and feeling her sodden panties “Just nice?” I teased and not waiting for a response pulled down the top of her dress revealing her massive mom breasts.

[FF]ucking over my friends fiancé

I’m back and with another story for you guys. This one I’m not proud of….. that’s a lie. I’m really proud of this one, though it probably means I’m a bad person. This takes place several months after the my time with Anna. I had just left my job and moved home to sort out my next steps, I’d just turned 20 and was back at home with mom and dad. Wonderful.

I was doing some part time work to keep learning but I was getting more and more fed up. It seemed like my whole family had taken my Ex’s side and couldn’t see why I wouldn’t give him another chance. Also being back at home after having the freedom of living by myself was particularly grating. In the midst of all this my old best friend from high school had was getting married and despite the fact that we’d drifted apart invited me to her low key Hen party to recconnect. Again wonderful.

[FF]inding my feet again

Hiya Reddit! So after lurking on GWS for so long I decided to create a new account to log some of my sexual encounters and honestly try and work on my writing, hopefully this will encourage me to get some practice! Also please don’t hesitate to send some feedback and constructive criticism.

At the time of this story I was 19 (26 now!) and I had been working as a chef, it was my first job in the industry and really my first time away from home for any length of time. Though I’m still a chef to this day, working in a hotel in the arse-end of nowhere and living in staff dorms was a lot to deal with. Especially since during the year I was at that job I’d broken up with my Longterm and long distance boyfriend. He was insecure about the distance and after a while I found out that he’d actually been cheating on me, the less said about him is the better. Though as we’d been together a long time my family thought we’d be married young, it really shook me and I swore off men for a while, not because you’re all bad but I couldn’t really see myself with any man but him for a long time. Now I know I’m better off without him!