collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
I can not believe that it has been almost 3 months since I shared this: https://redd.it/4n1bua story with you all, work has been hectic so I haven’t been able to write as much as I had hoped.
Eve (from the story above) and I have decided that we are no longer FWBs and are dating now (we didn’t want to say we were dating at first because of how much I travel for work).
Hello all!!
So when I was a horny teenager I got into writing about my fantasies and the things I thought I wanted to do as an adult. Then while in college I had a Xanga account, but then I stopped taking the time to type. Now, for the last year or so, I’ve wanted to have an outlet for my sexcapades, and now that I’m newly single, I decided I’m gonna go ahead and get started with this “journal” of sorts.
As soon as I get a chance I’ll write up some of my most juicy stories, however I think I’ll start with the sexcapades I’ve had lately, namely, about meeting a guy who was waiting for me parked by a canyon lookout, stroking his big cock so we could role play me being some random girl walking by his car, seeing him stroking his cock, staring at it bc it looked so good, then I asked if he needed help, got into his car and started sucking his cock within seconds. Then a few days later I had him meet me during my lunch break so he could fuck me while I bent over holding on to the back of his car.
Hello Everyone. I had another great Redditor experience that happened the day before yesterday.
My previous post about the 19 year old and Grandmas was met with rave reviews again, so i am happy to post this story.
I was sitting at my office Tuesday afternoon around 1p. I was already day dreaming about a chilly margarita and taco after work, but little did i know, what i was about to find in my inbox.
I see the magic orange envelope that says i have a message. Thinking it could be a response to a girl i messaged, i opened it up expecting to see the usual “thanks” or “you are such a naughty boy”. It definitely wasn’t that. It went something along the lines of, “Hi Daddy- I was reading through the GW Stories a couple of weeks ago when yours was on the front page and it was really hot. The fact that we live in the same city really turned me on but I was too shy to message you right away. Having not been able to get it out of my head the past couple weeks, i finally feel brave enough to say that i live about a 30 minute drive from you and would like to talk. I am 18, and the oldest guy i have been with was 29. Do you have Kik so we can chat further?”
First ever GWS post. This is a story of a semi recent escapade with my girlfriend (we’ll call her Chloe). Chloe is 5’1″ and stunning with a slim figure, a small but well shaped ass and (despite her size) natural D-cup breasts. Long blonde hair frames her beautiful face — a cute button nose, lips that look equally sexy in a smile or a pout, and big expressive blue eyes. I’m 6’2″ and quite literally tower over her, to the point where I’d actually have to crouch slightly to rest my chin on the top of her head.
We started dating about 2 years ago and it didn’t take long for us to develop an increasingly adventurous sex life. I have a strong preference to be domineering in the bedroom, and it quickly became apparent that Chloe was a natural sub — a side she hadn’t had much opportunity to explore much with her past partners. She had only had sex with a couple of guys before we met, and it’d all been pretty vanilla.
Recently we’ve included a belt in sex a couple of times, and Chloe had specially requested I use one on her again. I assured her I would, when she earned it.
First of all, happy fucking birthday to me. September 25th I celebrated 10 years of being 21. Cheers! I have blisters on my feet from the previous night’s Pirate Pub Crawl… but I wasn’t dressed for them. There was a formal military function at an event hall smack dab in the middle of the pub crawl. So I did what any self-respecting lady would do- I dressed up in an inflatable shark costume and circled the venue humming the JAWS theme to myself waiting for an unchaperoned service member to stumble out like Bambi in the woods. Hands down, I had the best costume of the night. Rocking an asymmetrical skirt and matching grey heels for my Great White realness. Maybe someone fed me mushrooms. Maybe I was having a blasty-blast in the costume all by myself and completely forgot my mission to sew some wild oats. Let’s rewind to earlier that day, before I graced downtown Anchorage with a shark attack.
[Story](https://www.literotica.com/s/breaking-her-in-4)
I love stories where the woman/girl initially resists the male’s advances but then comes to accept them and even love them. That’s what happens in this story. If someone knows of stories in which something like this happens, please do tell.
I wanted him inside me now… and he knew it, putting his hands either side of me as I lay back, resting them on the back of the sofa and putting his cunt scented lips to mine, smeared with his cum. Mutually tasting each others fluids, they mingled as we passionately snogged, lips rotating and opening, closing, each trying to gain advantage and take possession of the others mouth with our tongues. God it was turning me on, the sweaty salty taste of our genitals mixing with the saliva in our mouths and the faint residue of red wine we had each savoured.
His arms supported his whole weight so he couldn’t touch me; I popped the final button and the dress parted at the front, exposing my tits, bra and body down to my stocking clad legs for him to drink in when we parted our passion for a moment.
The erection had barely subsided after his spraying his seed in my mouth and now it was rampant once more, proud and jutting forward with a weight that made it undulate like a spear held at one end, the mass of blood swelling the vessels within and the tumescence of the bulb seeking my feminine counterpart to enter, be gripped, thrust and become one.
When I was a senior in college, I was dating this girl named Jess. In hindsight, we shared almost nothing in common. She was an evangelical Christian who was part of some crazy christian group and would admonish me constantly for being too hungover to even consider going to church. But we had the *best* sex. It was amazing. She was about five foot tall even, but she had perfect tits– I’m well over a foot taller than her for comparison. The biggest issue is that now and then she’d tell me that it was bad for her to have sex so she would only give me blowjobs. I wasn’t complaining either way, she gave the best head I’ve (still) ever gotten in my life. When we would fuck, she would start screaming “Oh my God” over and over as she got closer, and I think I enjoyed fucking her even more because of how religious she was. It was the best.
I was in a fraternity and we had something called “Formal”, which is where we would rent out these nice cabins in some secluded place and all have our own rooms and basically throw rip-roaring parties. It was an awesome time, and obviously, Jess was going to come with me.
Part 2 – Confessor X has cold feet…literally!
There is an old expression of having “cold feet” when hesitant to doing something. It could also be nervousness about said event or even intimidated by it as well. And what I’m about to tell you is all true to that saying.
Back to the night at hand……
With the flash of some headlights, a knock on the door and again with the barking dog, our third party has arrived. About 15 minutes earlier, I texted Mike to get an idea of how long he would be. jef took the time to slip into something quite a bit unsexy…a full length granny night gown!! I guess Mike was the fool in our late April fools joke ;)
But all kidding aside, once in the room, the energy began to rise. They spent the better part of the moment locking lips and flickered tongues. I greet Mike with a hand shake and we all move to the couch after Jen plays the perfect hostess and gets us our drinks.