So, fairly recent story, but I keep thinking about it, so I figured I’d write it. My bf and I are in an open relationship, and for a while I’d had a bit of a crush on a former coworker (We’ll call him Jack). Jack worked as a server and bartender at this Bed and Breakfast I used to work front desk at. He’s a little taller than I am, a couple years older, and I always thought he looked like Heath Ledger in “A Knights Tale” (I actually called him Heath for the first 2 weeks I knew him because I kept forgetting his name), he even has shoulder length, curly, sandy brown hair. I typically don’t go for guys with that long of hair, but on him, it worked and is really sexy.
[MF] The time the star baseball player took the star softball players virginity.
* I am not an English major. I’m a veteran turned firefighter. Grammar is not my strong suit sorry.
And both people In this story are 18.
It all started back in high school. We were both seniors and she just trabsfered in to my school. I was the star baseball player and she was the star softball player. At the time I stood about 6’0 185 very toned and muscular body. I was your stereotypical jock. She stood about 5’3 115, with an amazing body and an ass that made softball pants even more sexy. Since we were both the stars we would have to eventually spend a lot of time together. News reports, pep rallies, practices, and recruiting middle school kids to come to our school. We would flirt a lot, “accidentally” brush against each other’s body. One day after my game, I was heading to the locker room and mistakenly went into the wrong door, she just got out of practice and was standing there completely topless, and in her pink Victoria secrets thong. I just stood admiring the view in front of me. She turns around and sees me and just finished getting dressed. Acouple days later I get a text message from her saying that all she could think about was me standing in the door way of the locker room staring at her with the biggest bulge in pants that she has ever seen. And how unfair it is that I got to see her naked but she has still to see me!
[MF] First hotel sex – discovering dirty talk
Many years ago, the woman that would become my wife took a road trip with me to a friend’s wedding. It was a 6 hour drive in a car where the AC didn’t always work, and it was close to 90 that day.
We got checked into the hotel, and noticed a large mirror leaning on the wall next to our bed. We were already hot and sweaty, had only been dating a few months, and this was our first time in a hotel. Our clothes were being ripped off.
After a few minutes of standard sex, I noticed she was staring at the mirror, watching us. I decided to change positions, going into doggy, facing the mirror.
I had a fist full of her hair, and smacking her ass with one hand. She was moaning, and pushing her ass back into me with each thrust.
“Oh, this is so hot. I love watching you fuck me.”
“Yeah, you like seeing you get used? Are you my dirty hotel slut?”
“Yes. Make me cum like you own me.”
We ended with her on top, but my head was hanging off the side of the bed to keep seeing the mirror.
Shocking head [f]ro[m] FWB’s Mom
Background.. This happened around 10 years ago, I was in my late 20’s and in the year prior had met a woman on the road for business who was 24 at the time. I am from the Northeast (US) and she was from the south although we met in AZ. I was there on business, she was visiting a friend. Anyway I had flown her up for a few days after online playing for several months. We had fun, lot of good sex, but also it was clear neither of us was relocating so it was what it was. Month later I had a business thing in her general area and was able to take some vaca and extend my trip to hang out. She lived with her mom, who was also single, and they actually went out and partied together alot. Mom was late 40’s, early 50’s I am guessing. She looked pretty good given she was on the dating scene and definitely had a few guys on the hook. She was I think a disappointed that her daughter wasnt more serious about our thing, we never discussed, but she was clear were we stood.
[m]y dinner with someone’s [f]iancee becomes my night with someone’s wife.
I first met Alexis when she started dating my friend, Brian. Brian was an alum who DJ’ed at the college radio station where I got to be a rookie DJ. The station had a small number of slots for alums who just liked to hang out and play records on air, and Brian was one of them. He was a bit of a music guru to me, kind of taking me under his wing and showing me how to be cool and less nerdy at rock shows. I stopped DJing after I graduated, but Brian and I kept up our friendship. He met Alexis in ‘the scene’. She was also a little older than me, but not by much; and she had this quiet intensity about her. Like, she didn’t talk a lot, especially around Brian because Brian couldn’t stop talking, but you could tell that she was paying attention to everything that was going, and she had a way of making a conversation record scratch by saying something that tied whatever we were talking about to something someone said ten minutes ago. Alexis paid attention.
[MF] Staining the couch
In my early 20s, I was totally friend-zoned by one of the only females in my group of high school friends.
She developed from the gangly, brace-faced band girl into the sorority girl that paid tuition by stripping. She always joked that she was a stick-figure with tits, and she was right. I remember her in a [bikini](http://imgur.com/a/MXE0L) would have great hip bones, a perfect mound, and amazing tits, plus a smile that lit up the room.
Once we hit 21, we would hit the local bars, and we would wing man for each other. She would talk me up to chicks, I would give her a “safe base” when flirting with guys.
One night, after a night of drinking, I asked “How come we never hooked up?”
“Well, I’ve thought about it a bunch. You have a great looking cock, but it would be weird.” (I was the guy that would get naked and run through a party.)
“I guess so, but I don’t want to date you anymore. You’re cool, but let’s be fair: you’re a crazy girlfriend.” I had crushed on her hard when I was still a virgin in college, and she had broken my heart when she was dating/sleeping around. I had truly moved on from thinking she was “the one”, but I always wanted to pound her out.
[FM] Ugh everyone’s so obsessed with his cock (waking him up to a BJ)
This is part 3 of my story about my story of meeting my long distance Pakistani boyfriend.
Part 1:
[FM] Losing my virginity to my long distance boyfriend from gonewildstories
Part 2:
The morning before this my boyfriend woke me up to breakfast in bed, cereal… (he didn’t want any help from my chef and he burnt everything) but he made me a nutella sandwich too!(it’s the thought that counts.)
The next morning I woke up before him and I decided I’ll wake him up to a blowjob. I got under the blanket, pulled his sweatpants off, he woke up and was like what the fuck and I was like shhhh and started sucking he took the blanket off because he wanted to see me loved the feeling of him getting bigger and harder in my mouth at a point I couldn’t fit it in anymore. He came after a while and this was the first time I swallowed his cum, we started getting ready for breakfast he spanked my ass and said “I love you” (this was the first time he said it and I almost cried) I hugged him really tight and said “I love you too”.
25M4F – Molding and Shaping a slut for Ownership – Mixture of very cute and very degraded.
I unmounted her quickly. Her tight pussy closing with a slop as I pulled out. Her intense breathing and gasps were everything I imagined they would be. I stood above with the belt taught for a few seconds. The way her back arched was majestic. I spat on her, dropped the make shift collar and lead belt and let her fall down naturally with fatigue. With her face to the ground, it took her only two seconds before she leant back and spread her arse cheeks like she knew she was supposed to. I smiled at her eagerness to serve and please. Then I spat at her gaping fuck holes one more time as we both panted, catching our breath.
This woman in front of me was everything I needed. I had to mindfully calm myself otherwise I would have jumped back on her and finished balls deep with a growl.
“What are you?”
“A slut to use.” She replied. Her sloppy pussy and arse opening and closing with her heavy breaths.
“Up.” I said as I walked across the room to take a seat, shaking my legs off to stop my left thigh from cramping.