Jill and I had such a surge of adrenaline and sexual excitement after leaving poor Rickey at the drive-in with cum filled shorts, that we drove my old pickup around for another hour just to settle down. We circled the outskirts of town, and then we took county road 42 out to the gravel pits. The gravel pits on the west side of town were one of our favorite places to hangout. We could drink some beers and smoke some Marlboro's before plunging into the water from a rope that was tied to an old walnut tree. At night it was a popular hangout for the local high school kids who like to smoke a little weed, and maybe do some skinny dipping. Jill and I liked to sit on a big rock down by the water and listen to the cicadas and bull frogs, while we sipped our beer and talked about all our big plans. Tonight Jill was unusually quiet, so I could tell she had something else on her mind.
Category: gonewildstories
A few stories that were dug up during chats this past weekend (tM, tMF, TMM).
(sigh, I guess my account has once again been locked out. Whatever so I made a new one. I'll post pics again later but here are some things I was planning on posting on my /u/gurlypussy account.
A few chats this weekend led to me retelling a few stories that I thought I would compile here. I'm not trying to write a book but a few people asked some cool questions, I told some stories and copy and pasted most of it here.
- My first time with a guy
- My first threesome
- The first time I was really slutty.
My first time with a guy.
My first time with a guy was when I was in college. I'd had girlfriends in high school but I was just starting to explore crossdressing and was really interested in following through with it so one weekend I did just that. I met a few guys in a chatroom online, exchanged a few photos and picked out one guy in particular. He was nearby and could host which was good because I had roommates at the time and was still pretty secretive about my sexlife. So we agreed on a time for later in the day for me to go to his place with no pretenses other than I wanted to see what it was like to be fucked.
[M/F]From /r/dirtypenpals to my hotel room, cont…Saturday
So, my DPP partner blessed the first story and I'm allowed to continue. We spent all day Saturday, most of Sunday and Tuesday night together, before I flew home Wednesday.
Friday night ended with me blowing a load all over her face and chest, which was pretty fantastic. Afterward, we hoped in the shower together and got cleaned up before crawling into bed. It had been a while since I'd shared a bed with anyone, but it was a welcomed change. Saturday morning I woke first and had major morning wood. My cock had inflated in a such away that it was nestled between her ass cheeks. I lied there enjoying the sensations, until she said, "Sorry, I'm not really into anal." I laughed, and made a comment about not knocking it until you've tried it. I felt her hand wrap around my shaft, and start working it back and forth. She rolled over to face me, and kept working me.
(MF) 2nd day after photoshoot
The second time Beth and I met, was only a day after the shoot. We agreed the day before that i would come and visit her before work. She worked at a small shop in a mall selling alt clothing and nick nacks. She worked by her self most of the time, so it made it easy to come visit and talk, but we hardly talked when I came by.
The first time i came to her shop, we met an hour before it opened, she wanted to get some opening stuff taken care of, I was just glad to see her again. She was wearing w black jacket like top, black skirt, and red under shirt. I just in jeans and a tshirt, we walked around the store talking, and then she asked me something.
"Dressing room or back room? "
"Which one has more space?"
"Back room, just gotta move some boxes"
My Last Summer at Home (FFM, mild domination)
During high school I lived in a small town in the mid-west where nothing ever happens. We had a drive-in movie that had just reopened, a bowling alley, a pizza joint, a supermarket, and two gas stations. The summer before I left for Iowa State University, I worked in our town's supermarket so I had some spending money in the fall. When I wasn't working, I just read books or surfed the web. On the cool summer nights, I cruised the quiet streets our little town with my best friend Jill. She was always there for me through good times or bad, and we sure had fun that summer before going off to the big world.
Jill and I operated the checkouts at the supermarket and we would always tease our boss Rickey, just to make the days more interesting. Rickey was a year younger than us, but he was the owners son, so he was our manager. He was cute and easy to embarrass, so we cut him a break and followed his rules most of the time. Rickey was shorter than us and probably 120 lbs. soaking wet, so he wasn't hard to intimidate. We liked to think we were so worldly, particularly in our little short blue uniforms. Rickey's dad had let us pick them out from a uniform catalog, and we chose the shortest ones they sold just to tease Rickey.
Losing my virginity as a christian camp counselor [F/m]
I’ve been a long time lurker here and have always considered this sub one of my favorite guilty pleasures—a pleasure that neither my family or fiancé would find appropriate or appreciate. I’m too embarrassed and fearful of judgment to buy and own books, and watching rather than reading tends to be a bit much for me so the internet and sites like literotica help to quench my thirsty imagination though I do have to sift through a lot.
I don’t really have many stories of my own to add to the archive, let alone anything remotely like most things on here, but I’m getting married in less than a month and the closer it gets to the date the more I look back and dwell on what little experience I do have.
I’ve only been with two men, my fiancé and the man I lost my virginity to. Recently, every time we discuss the upcoming nuptials and especially the honeymoon, it seems like the knowledge of my one previous experience has somehow become a point of contention. And honestly, the fact that it’s being discussed so much has me thinking about it more than I think is healthy.
My [f]etishes and how I discovered them because of my BF [m] and a friend [m]
First time posting on Reddit so please forgive anything I do wrong, and for the long post. I've been searching around trying to find out a proper name for this thing I've been feeling and I think it's part Cuckolding and Exhibitionist, but I'm not really sure?
To start off I'm 20, a girl, and in college with my bf of 8 months. A few months ago my bf got drunk and made out with my best friend at a party. He immediately came to me the next day and told me he regretted it and wished it never happened. I was so angry at the both of them, but mainly him because everyone knew my best friend always had a crush on him. We barely spoke for a week, but eventually made up. During the week we didn't really talk, I caught one of my guy friends (who my bf doesn't like) peeking through my window as I was changing. He's my neighbor in the next apartment and we were going swimming in the pool that day. He waited outside as I changed into my bikini, and I honestly forgot to shut my blinds. I immediately noticed him looking inside and trying to not be obvious, but it totally was, before I even began to undress.
My [F]avorite and [F]irst Ho[m]ecoming Dance
I posted earlier with a different story about Polly and I (under a different username…don't ask)…But this story is a couple months later with two different girls. Be warned this is going to be long.
I was a junior in high school and had never attended a school dance. Not that I thought I was too cool or any of that, I just didn't really have all that much of an interest the first two years. I was always working or hanging with friends. One year I was invited by this girl I had been flirting with for a while, Jennifer.
Jennifer was rather tall, tan, light brown hair down to her middle back, South African with a slight accent and stunningly gorgeous set of blue/green eyes. She had long shapely legs that caused me to almost turn to putty when she was around and lastly her boobs. Eeeh Gods they were perfect!
Needless to say, I had a rather large crush on her. She went to our rival high school and was a swimmer there. We met when we were young through our parents and were never really all that close until we ran into each other a few weeks before homecoming season when her family came over to mine for dinner and we reconnected.
Funny Sexytime Altercation with the Boyfriend
In the middle of sex with me on top: He moans. I (being a tease) slow down and ask "what?" Hoping he'll moan again. He grabs my waist and tries to take the lead, saying "keep going." I continue teasing by going even slower, giggling as I ask "what?" again. Out of revenge and frustration, he playfully slaps my tit, sending me into an unexpected orgasm. He cracks the fuck up; I'm dumbfounded and have to sit there in stillness to recover and catch my breath (even though he wanted me to keep going and I wanted to obey). As we go on there's more slaps here and there and by the end anytime his hand gets near one of my tits I'm cringing (half in pleasure, half in fear) and laughing and screaming "don't touch me!"
TL;DR: Being too much of a tease got me slapped in the tit and…I CAME
Edit: words and punctuation
I had the most intense and incredible sex of my life last night; and my first orgasm. [F21, M24]
Going to preface this with the usual ‘obviously using a throwaway for this…’ but I just had to share this.
I recently reacquainted myself with an old friend, Michael, after I found him on Facebook – we had mutual friends in the past and had met a few times. After normal chit chat our conversation gradually became more flirty and intense. Dirty messages and pictures had made up the bulk of our conversations over the last few weeks but we hadn’t actually spoken about meeting up. He messaged me yesterday morning: “What are you doing tonight? Let’s go out for dinner. I really want to see you.”
I had told Michael when we’d started our dirtier conversations that I’d never actually had an orgasm before, and of course this led to a very detailed account on his behalf as to what he’d like to do with me. The point hadn’t really come up between us again but it was something that was always on my mind – I just never seemed to be able to go that little bit further and really let myself go.