Sorry if there are typos I am writing this on my phone very quickly!
My girlfriend and I have been dating for a long time now. We are both early 20’s and I would consider us to both be attractive people.
That whole myth about oysters being an aphrodisiac may be true. [M][F]
I’ve been a faithful reader of GWS for awhile and wanted to share one of my own favorite experiences. Throwaway account for obvious reasons.
This story happened about 5 years ago, almost to the day. I’d been dating my girlfriend, Shawna (not her real name), for about 3-4 months. I was 26 and she was 25. We both lived in a major city and had met on a dating site. We were both in good shape and, I think, pretty attractive. Shawna was tan, about 5’5” with straight-ish brown hair just below her shoulders, cute face, an athletic build with perky tits, a flat tummy and, most notable of all, an ass that absolutely would not quit. I’m kinda short (5’7”) but athletically built/muscular (particularly back in those days), and have been told by many partners that I am well endowed, particularly in the thickness department. So far we’d had a pretty good sex life.
My Muse, A Literary Salon First [MF]
I squeezed my legs together as a shiver rippled through my body. Was I just so sex starved that his words ripped right through me or was it something more? The heat from my core was slowly spreading with a gentle persistence, my fuel his lust, my rapture his deliverance.
“My muse, let me please you, the way you have pleasured me. The words that you whisper upon my ear, let me sing you a sweet melody.”
Wondering if anyone else noticed, I glanced around. He had captivated the audience with his battle. It wasn’t just me. There were men and women whose shallow breathe and light pink glow mirrored my own enchantment. He had become the poet aphrodisiac and I, his devoted paramour.
My eyes closed and I was transformed. No longer a woman in the crowd, I became his muse, his words whispered upon my ear, uttered for my sole benefit. I could feel his heavy breath tickling my earlobe as he nibbled his way down my neck, the tempered exhalation simultaneously hot and cold, raising the skin on at least half of my body.
Dirty Pants [MF] [Clothed] [Public] [Tease]
Camille waited for her husband to go to work then set out of their upscale house in black yoga pants and a pink camisole, her dark hair up in a bun. She wore no bra, she hadn’t gotten a lift for nothing, and her large tits bounced as she walked to the car David had bought her for their anniversary.
Camille drove at a leisurely pace, bopping her head to her radio and looking at people on the sidewalks. She drove by the park, where she frequently hunted, and saw a young man standing in the partially enclosed bus stop. He was either a senior in high school or a freshman in college, and didn’t look the “popular type”. He had curly hair and wore khakis with a polo top. Thick glasses rested on his face. Camille grinned as she drove past then stopped a little further up the road.
As she approached the bus station, the boy had his back to her, leaning against the wall and staring at his phone. Camille carefully snuck up then wrapped her arms around him and pulled him against her.
“What the!” the geeky boy dropped his phone with a start.
Your Latin Wife At The Glory Hole [MF] [Oral] [Voyeur]
*Originally a reply to [this post](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/6a3fg1/wp_i_am_confident_assertive_and_strong_i_know_i/) on r/dirtywritingprompts .*
You’ve been having a hard time lately. Finances are rough for you and Jackie. You worry even though she says she will work it out. To make matters worse you have been sexually frustrated with your hidden desires about her.
One night you are out drinking with some buds and vent a bit about your frustration without going into details. The single ones start whispering about a club that secretly offers gloryhole services and viewing. You laugh it off.
A few weeks go by and nothing gets better. Work is a pain. Jackie always seems to be busy lately, making your longing even worse. One lonely night you are out walking when a sign for a nightclub catches your eye. It is called “Morning Glory”. You blink then realize it is the place your friends told you about. You would never use a gloryhole, at least not while you were with Jackie but decide a viewing won’t hurt and may ease some tension.
Fucking on University Campus [MF] [Public]
At the point of this experience, I was in my second year of university, and my boyfriend Adam used to regularly spend weekends at my off-campus apartment. I can’t remember how the idea struck, but I know for sure it came from me, and that Adam was very nervous about it.
It was about 10 o’clock at night when I proposed the idea to Adam. He immediately asked me if it was safe and if there weren’t security guards. He wasn’t a university student, so I just brushed off his questions with “don’t worry about it, I know where to go”. My campus had a no alcohol or illegal substances rule, which of course I was adept to successfully breaking repeatedly, so I had a pretty good idea of all the spots we could go to that offered just enough privacy.
[MF] I kept a journal
Hey GWS! I’ve lurked and enjoyed this sub for long enough. Might as well contribute. Forgive me in advance, I’m on mobile and will format/spell the best I can.
I often reflect on past encounters and while I have kept a journal of some steamy experiences, it certainly has it’s gaps. My goal is to eventually share at least the first time with a new partner. For better or worse, the first meet has always been the most memorable and vivid to recount. I might spur off with later highlights but the focus of each story will be first time with someone new. Names will be changed but the rest is the real deal.
Losing my virginity is as good a place as any to start, I suppose. Growing up we had a close family friend with a daughter that used to babysit my younger cousins. She was 5 years older than me and we never really hung out til I was a junior in highschool.
Mermaid Mayhem [mfff] [gangbang] [mermaids] [reluctant/convinced]
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I’ve watched far too many TV shows of people getting lost at sea. How else could I explain the awful paranoia plaguing me as I set out on a solo fishing trip in the big blue Atlantic? My teeth are chattery as I steer the houseboat towards a system of coves that lies around 400 or so nautical miles from shore. After finding a secure place to hitch up, I stop to send my coordinates home to Sarah. I’m not getting stranded at sea just yet.
The boat is tucked away in a system of shallow coves, almost like an island that was partially swallowed by the sea. In some places, I can stand knee-deep to cast my line. The rest of the area is relatively shallow, considering we’re talking about the ocean.
Confessional [Str8] [Bi] [FM] [oral]
To be fucked by you is the best thing I can imagine. To be fucked by you, with my cum dripping down my legs, intermingling with the spilt wetness created by your fervent mouth upon my cunt spilling onto the counter below me is the best thing I could ever imagine. To be stretched out across the desk that separates us, reaching up on tiptoe with the arch of my feet just getting tighter as you lick my cunt and bring me ever closer to orgasm is what I think about in meetings when you catch my eye, sitting there in knickers that are stretched taut over my lips and damp from fantasies.
I’m sat here thinking about how cold the marble of the table would be against my nipples and forehead when you pushed me down. Thinking about that hand curled possessively around my shoulder, body pressing into my back as you lean over biting my neck just above the collarbone, made all the more evident by my breath caught up in my throat as your other hand slides one finger lazily through the heat between my hips; this finger never quite dipping into the slit between but just rubbing, rubbing the tip of my clit that reaches out for you filled with blood and my heart beat.
Wonderland after action report (one pic included) [f][m][group]
The party lived up to its name but we don’t have much story from it. The space where Wonderland has many rooms and its center of gravity shifts over time. At the beginning everyone concentrates towards the entrance, the bar, and the dancefloor, with many ecstatic dancers and a few skilled dancers shaking their thing. It is very close to a literal mating dance. I ran into a friend who I’m always happy to see but never hang out with (something I need to remedy). And she’s always happy to see me, which means she’s actually happy to see me or is really good at faking it (but why bother faking?).
We vouched for our friend Zena, who you [may recall from previous stories](http://seattle255.tumblr.com/post/129165396939/hosting-our-first-sex-party), and she is a favorite target for spanking. Speaking of which, there was also a large room with crosses, spanking benches, and related paraphernalia set up, and we watched a lot of that action but didn’t much partake.