"That's my spot." I stood just beyond the doorway of Lexy and Geoff's gameroom; it was nearly ten PM and prior family plans had kept me away longer than I'd expected, but at last I'd made it to the weekly hangout. A Jackie Chan film was just ending on the big screen as I stared at the now occupied corner seat.
Kit glanced behind him, checking the sectional thoroughly before shrugging at me. "I don't see your name on it."
"You can sit by me!" Sam tipsily patted the seat next to her, scooting over slightly to make room.
Will appeared in the doorway behind me, goosing me as he brushed past on his way to the seat next to Sam.
"But that's where I always sit," I told Sam, stepping further into the room. "Everyone has their spot and that one is mine."
"Ok then, Sheldon," Kit scoffed. "But I still don't see anything anywhere that say it's yours."He took a swig of whatever was in his glass and set it on Geoff's desk behind the sectional.
"Are ya'll twelve?" Lexy teased from the opposite side of the sectional. "Just take his usual seat, Lil."
"This is a matter of principle," I said, moving closer in an attempt to loom over Kit. "He took my spot, and I want it back."
Kit crossed his arms and donned an annoying smirk. "I'm not moving."
I glanced at Will. He raised an eyebrow, eyes gleaming.
I smiled politely at Kit. "Ok." I quickly hopped up on the cushion between Sam and Kit, sat on the back of the sectional, and slid into the space behind Kit. "…then I'll just have to take it by force."
"What are you doing?" Kit let out an exasperated sigh.
"Claiming what's rightfully mine." I wriggled down into the cushion, pulling my feet to my chest and pushing them against his back.
"This isn't Game of Thrones." Kit pushed backwards, squishing me further into the corner.
"When you play the game of cushions, you win or you fall!" I said, extending my feet and shoving Kit to the edge of the couch. He stopped just before sliding off onto the floor, slowly twisting his head around to look at me.
"Oh, really?" He said, pushing off from the ground and smashing me against the back of the couch.
"Yes, really," I replied, bracing my hands against his back. He turned suddenly and grabbed my wrists, leaning his full weight into yanking me off of the couch. As we both hit the floor, he twisted around so that I was on bottom, giving him time to scramble back to the coveted seat.
"Guess I win then, huh?"
Category: gonewildstories
My first Real Lesbian experience when I was younger F/F obviously.
So I decided to do a post on my first "Girl/girl" experience. Well not my first girl, girl experience but full on Sex I guess. I was a lot younger and skinnier when this happened! (before my training days) But it was one of my best memories and even though I love cock. I still love to play with a good pair of tits or dominate a small petite woman.
So before getting into the good stuff, let me just give you a short "how did we get here?"
A good friend of mine and I used to have what we called "Drunk Tuesdays." Basically it was our way of making a simple "weekend style drinking" acceptable for a Tuesday. Yep, we all have our excuses. Our goal on Drunk Tuesday was to get shitfaced drunk and whatever happens on Drunk Tuesday stays with Drunk Tuesday.
So here we go: It was just another Drunk Tuesday, and my friend (who I should mention has lesbian tendencies) and I were prime for it. We'd pregamed at home with a few Little King's and a bit of 80s music. I was only a few minutes from downtown and the art gallery was on in Columbus, so we walked our way into town.
21F Jealous of him?
I know a lot of you will be!
I got encouraged to do this yesterday thanks to one lovely redditor and ive done it before so i figured why not let everyone know! its not as if any of you know who i am anyway :P hahaha
Basically, i live on a slight hill so the family opposite me have a house that's slightly higher than mine. This means that from their bedroom and bathroom you can see directly into my bedroom and my bathroom if the blinds arent closed.
The family have lived there since i was about 13 and I've regularly caught the father (now about midthirties id guess?) taking a peek when im in the shower or when im getting changed.
Obviously, i am not happy about it haha but there have been times when I've been horny and really gotten off on the idea of being watched, so I've just sorted myself out in my room with the blinds open :P when I do this, i usually do it bent over with my ass facing the window, the only reason being that I don't want him to know that I know he can see me.
[m/f] younger guy makes slightly older girl cum for first time in her life
I've always been able to make myself cum, since i first started masturbating in my early teens. Easily. I've sometimes been able to make myself cum whilst being fucked or fingered or eaten (eventually). Until recently, age 28, I had never cum from the guy singularly touching/fucking me. I always had a sinking feeling when things would lead to sex with guys because there would be the awkward trying to make me cum. Eventually in my early twenties, i got into the habit of warning guys before we fucked that I wasn't able to cum and to not worry about doing anything to please me. It was easier that way. I actually worried that maybe I had masturbated too much when I was younger and that I had, Idk, broken something? Last year a long term acquaintance of mine and I had dinner at my house. I had always wondered what it would be like to fuck him over the years and had fantasised about him. He is in his early twenties. I had never been with a younger guy before. It always felt so naughty wanting a younger and inexperienced man to play with. The opportunity/timing/reality/shared friends/ex's, etc had always been messed up for us. We were drinking. Lots. I suggested he shouldn't drive home and we could go to bed. We fucked that night. All night. A few months passed of us fucking, daily basically. I hadn't cum without helping him until….. He bought a van…. We both are adventurous when it comes to sexual boundaries. We got into the back of his van one night and he made me get naked. I love being told what to do/made to do. He tied me to one of the steel bars. He slapped me around the face and kissed me hard. He tweaked on my nipples cruelly. He whipped my pussy with his fingertips over and over again. I have always enjoyed pain and being submissive, but I had never felt my body responding to it so hungrily. He began to lap at my pussy, raking his fingernails down the inside of my thighs. Anytime I tried to close my legs, he would grab a handful of my hair and force my face onto his cock. He would ram his cock so hard into my throat that I would salivate so quickly and struggle to breath. He pulled out, cock dripping with my saliva, and then fucked my pussy while fingering my asshole. It was hard taking his cock so quickly and deeply straight away. And then he fucked my face again. He repeated this over and over, teasing me. I begged and begged him to let me play with myself, I so desperately wanted to make myself cum. He wouldn't untie me and started to push three fingers inside of me while mouthing my clit. He pushed four fingers inside of me. He cupped his right hand tightly at the fingertips and started trying to fist me. He then ran his left thumb over my clit in circles and began to work his hand deeper and deeper into my little pussyhole. I started to feel this pressure growing in my hips as I pushed back against his hand. The pressure spread to my ass and my pussy. I started to sweat and moan and begged him to stop, I thought i was going to piss myself. He hit me, spat in my mouth and kept going. He kept asking me if I knew what I was and I replied "Your whore" every time. I came for the first time that night. He is the only guy that has ever made me cum.
Slut Diary: Urine Sample [f/m]
Brian really opened new doors for me in high school. We tried all kinds of kinky things. That's how I know what I like and what I don't like now. One of the things Brian was curious about was the pee fetish. He was always asking if he could pee on me. I never let him pee on my face, but I let him pee on my ass and my breasts, and once while I was dressed in my lingerie. It was alright. It felt warm n stuff, but it didn't really smell all that great.
One weekend he asked to pee on my pussy. He said when he peed on my ass it kinda flowed to my pussy anyways, so why not. Then my slut side kicked in, and I asked if he would like to pee in my pussy. His eyes grew wide and a big cheesy smile appeared and asked, "Really!?".
the drive-in [m/f] (repost from tumblr)
I rushed home from work on one of my longest Fridays of the year for a date with Chloe. She had been sending me flirtatious messages all day from the pool and the last few hours of my day-shift job had felt like torture. We were in the middle of a heat wave and I still fevered for her touch.
I showered and changed and still managed to get to her apartment in record time.
“Hi baby!” she yelled through her broad animalistic smile as she threw her arms around me at the door. “Come on in, I’m just finishing getting ready.”
She kissed me with both hands holding the back of my head. Her honeyed hair hit my nose before her deep perfume.
“I’m not sure about this dress, it doesn’t even come close to fitting me but it’s just too hot out. I was dying at the pool today.”
The tiny burgundy floral dress hugged her slight hips and waist correctly but was far too small for her breasts. Delicate cotton straps strained to hold their stitching as she spilled out over the top and sides of the dress. I couldn’t fucking believe it as she turned and led me into her room. I could see almost all of her long, skinny legs as they told her story walking.
A series of encounters with a coworker. Part 2. (m/f)
This is a continuation of a story that started here.
The following day Jen and I texted about the events of the preceding night. We both agreed that it had been more than we were planning and we lost control of ourselves when it got down to it. Moreover we decided we had to do it again, but go further. Fortunately our work colleagues were still unaware and we restrained ourselves from texting too much. Jen did make a point to come to my cube twice during the day, which made me uneasy. I had a feeling that people just had to know just by looking at us. I hoped that I was wrong.
Over the next few days we compared schedules to figure out when we could meet again. Her evenings were filled with dance classes and book clubs and mine was complicated with after work beer with colleagues, games and league bowling. Our next rendezvous was further hindered by the proximity of our places to coworkers. Since everyone knew what everyone else drove at work, it was easy to see who was where by the cars in parking lots and driveways. So, things were not as simple as meeting up after work at home. We had gotten lucky with the first encounter and I wasn’t willing to be as risky a second time around.
Fucking the Ex after a drunken bar night (warning long) (MF)
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I was a bit of an acne-riddled Trekkie in high school and didn’t get much attention with girls. I began University as a virgin. But during that summer after high school I really came into my own physically. It wasn’t through a stringent workout regime or anything of the like: puberty finally faded away and I became more aware of some basic things I could do to make myself more attractive (things as simple as jeans and a plaid shirt instead of jogging pants and a Star Trek tee). When I began University the girls there didn’t know me as the geek from high school. In my small town I walked those halls as a 5 or a 6, but on this campus I was at least an 8 to these girls who never knew me as a pimple-faced computer nerd.
Update to the threesome with bi blowjob story (The whole thing this time, sorry!)
(Sorry for the partial post before, didn't realize it was a faux pas Hey everyone, Well this situation has escalated quickly…
They texted me to come over to their place last night and I've got another story for you! It's still fresh in my mind so hopefully I can remember details clearly!
They texted me just asking what I was up to, if I wanted to just come hang out with them. I hadn't seen them since that first night and was curious where it go from there, so of course I went. I showed up and it was just business as usual, had a beer, casual chat. Then Brittany said they wanted to talk about the other night. I'm immediately thinking they're going to say it was a big mistake and that I can't ever tell anyone (oops, I guess I told all you. For what it's worth, I haven't used their real names. That's not cool to do to friends). But then she tells me they loved it and asks how I feel about what happened between Kyle and I. I just shrugged and said I was fine with it. I told him he gave a damn good blowjob and we all had a laugh. Then they tell me they'd been talking a lot since that night. That first they both confessed to the other that they loved what had happened that night. Then Kyle admitting to Brittany that he does have some interest in being a cuckold. He watches quite a bit of cuckold porn and has wanted to try it. Then they ask what I figure they would at this point, would you want to keep doing this with us?
Slut Diary: Closure [f/m+]
Yay!!! I just got done with finals for this semester! I hope I get good grades :P Anyways, this next post is the continuation of JA and my f buddy Brian. I promise this will be the last super long post.
BTW some of you wanted me to send you pics, and some just wanted me to describe myself. I'm not comfortable with sending pics, but I can describe myself. I am half Italian half White. I don't speak Italian though. I am 5'2'' 102lbs, and I have long dark brown hair. I went to a predominantly white preppy school, hence all the partying and sex lol
After the Troy encounter, Brian took me home and I sucked his dick in the car as a thank you. Apparently I was getting pretty good because he started swerving a little when I went deep ;)