Her [f]irst time with another girl, my [f]irst 69

I’ve had a lot of good feedback on my last story. I figured this would be a good follow-up.

Have you ever had one of those moments when you start daydreaming plan out exactly what you would do in a hypothetical scenario, even though that scenario would never actually happen? No? Just me? Oh well.

Well let me tell you about Rachel. She was, in that sense, a daydream come true.

I was a junior in college when we first met. And from the first time I saw her, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I was’t totally out at that point, so I wasn’t about to make a move really or anything, but she was one of the last crushes I ever had as I grew out of that pre-adulthood stage. Not the very last, but that’s another story for another time.

Rachel was a first-year. She was tall, thin, blonde and probably the most classically attractive girl I’ve ever lusted after. But she was a nerd. Across the room, she came off as a model–bright blue eyes, perfect skin, lovely curves without being too disproportionate–but once she opened her mouth, she gave herself away. And I loved her for it. I was quite the nerd myself back in those days, except I was a lot more obvious about it. And she swore like a sailor. Read more »

SWEET TOOTH #1 [BBW, m/F, Dom/Sub]

#**SWEET TOOTH #1**

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###**| Summary**

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*…A suspenseful tale, with more than a handful of taboo twists.*

*Sweet Tooth* is about Samantha, a big woman, who – with the help of an eccentric younger man – finally overcomes her life-long sweet tooth. Expect a surreal, playful story about a unique Dom/Sub relationship, told in eight gloriously *messy* chapters.

[Links to all chapters of *Sweet Tooth* in the comments below.]

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Before we start, a quick word; *just between you and me, dear Reader*. If you intend to read *Sweet Tooth*, then this will be the first step on a long journey, one which we will be taking together; *so why not stop now, talk awhile?*

I’ve always struggled with the notion of giving my stories “tags”. The OCD part of my brain loves the *idea* of them, but the story-teller in me hates the notion of spoiling the twists and turns of a tale (even the most obligatory twist and turns). So, as far as giving *Sweet Tooth* tags, we’ll keep it real simple: *BBW, Bondage, Dom/Sub, Foodplay, m/F.* To say anything more than that, I’m afraid, would spoil what I have in store for later chapters. Read more »

The Practice (Hannah 1) [Str8, MF, Fsub, Mdom, oral, huml, reluc, sm] (x-posted to /r/sexystories)

Hannah was angry and nervous, but mostly angry. She had expected to be out from under her parents’ thumbs when she moved away for college, but here she was, waiting to see some “therapist” named Dr. Wilcox. As if she needed therapy… Her parents were so over protective!

“You can go on in,” the receptionist finally told her, and she huffed up from the couch and opened the door to the inner office; a burst of warm, moist air brushed her face. She passed through an odd foyer immediately beyond the door. There was a small bathroom and shower, towels, toiletries, and a few empty shelves. Weird.

She opened another door and stepped into a large corner room with wood paneling on two walls lined with built-in bookshelves; the other two walls were huge windows overlooking the college campus from 20 stories up. The floor was covered with thick, soft carpet, and a raised platform like a stage filled the corner against the windows.

“Do you like the view?”, a man asked in a deep voice that startled Hannah, distracted as she was. Before she could answer, the man continued speaking, staring straight at her, “I do not.” Read more »

[inc] [mf] punishing my sister

My family wasn’t exactly a normal one. My younger sister and I were raised by a single mom, who by anyone’s standards was a MILF. I’d often hear strangers fucking my mom in the middle of the night. It didn’t really bother me, as she had ways of keeping me happy too. The whole family dynamic rested on sex; favors were repaid with blowjobs, arguments were settled with hate fucking, punishment was sexually dealt. We were taught how to masturbate as soon as we hit puberty; by the time I was a teenager it was like second nature to me.

My sister was a bit younger than I am and had hit puberty a few years ago. She adopted all of my mom’s traits; blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, massive breasts, everything. After a recent discovery, she’s been masturbating more and more. According to my mom, she learned how to squirt. I guess it explains why she’s been so loud. Her ragged moans could be heard all the way from the basement. Read more »

Hiking Trip: Part 1 [MMF] [mdom]

Me and my buddy James decide one day that we’re going to take a weekend trip to the mountains, do a bit of hiking, stay at a hostel that’s affordable.

I’m recently single, and his girlfriend decided she would rather stay in town and go visit her family.

The weekend comes and we load up my truck and start on the three and a half hour drive. The two of us tend to get into trouble together, looking it or no.

Half-way there we stop for sushi at a place I know well from taking the same trip. After spending a couple hours eating and flirting shamelessly with the two lovely waitresses, asking company on our long, mountain walks, we leave with just the two of us. Read more »

A simple scene [mf] [oral] [mast]

He kicked the door closed behind him and kissed her until the air tasted foreign without her in it.

His tongue tingled and her vision flashed. His knee jerked and his dick twitched. A twitch gave way to a throb, the jerk of his to the buckling of hers. Eyeline meats waistline, The twist of a forefinger solving a buttons grasp. A second button. A third. The button on his briefs seeming latch among locks, sewn like the eye of a cock. The latch opened and the eye widened.

The buckling was contagious, as the bed cradled him and braced her. She kissed up his shaft until any saltiness was as foreign as the taste of his tongue minutes earlier, but they had both waded through the evening long enough. His vision was limited to the morphing shapes of windows, devoid of perspective within the close-up LED imagery of clenched eyes. Read more »

She gives it up to me (M/F)

So i haven’t posted for sometime in GWS as all of my stories are real accounts and I’ll be honest, not a lot compares to my ex.
She decided to pursue he dreams to live in South America last year and we parted ways. But on lonely nights i am pleasantly reminded of the night she seduced me into loving her. Read more »

Threeso[m]e for my girl[ff]riend, part 2.

… We finaly landed at her friend’s house, walked silently to her room (it was late at night, and she lived with her parents), and closed the door giggling and shooshing each other. The room was mess, as she was leaving it in hurry to our little party. Some clothes lying on a floor, bed still undone. We started to undress my girl. It was quite easy, because she usually went braless. T-shirt went out, pants too. She got only tiny thong almost burried in her pussylips. I was surprised, because I knew that she hated thong. “It’s my birthday, stupid, I needed to dress fancy” she said. “Now, do me, both of you”. We both lied next to her and started licking and sucking her breasts. One for each of us. My darling’s hand quickly gone down to her panties and clit. I ordered her friend to take care of both boobs and went down to lick her. I couldn’t remember her more wet – it was like huge creampie. I grabbed her hard and rise to my mouth (she was really tiny girl, so it was easy to throw her all around the bed during sex, which she enjoyed a lot). She came in seconds, birthday gift was delivered. Read more »

That’s Not Bubble-Gum, But It Does Have A Cream Filling [Str8] [MFM] [cuck] [Fdom] [huml]

I met Jim and Kelley at a restaurant bar the night I got stood up by one of my lovers. I was halfway through my first drink when she texted to say she had a family emergency. I was disappointed, but I didn’t drain my drink right away because a sexy woman sat down next to me and smiled.

“Hi,” I said. “Can I get you something?”

“A martini and an Old Fashioned,” she replied. “My husband is parking the car.” I instantly thought I’d been had. Still, a drink meant I could at least talk and maybe flirt, and I like meeting new people.

She was dressed to the nines. She wore black heels and a black dress, with silver jewelry that matched her short, silver hair. The drinks arrived just as her husband did, who took the seat on the other side of her. I introduced myself to both of them, Jim reaching across his wife to shake my hand. “I’m Kelley,” she purred, and I’m serious when I say there was a spark when we shook hands. She held my hand long enough that I got a little nervous, but her look was pure attraction. Read more »

Threeso[m]e [ff]or her birthday.

Quite long time ago, I had a girlfriend who was both younger, and way much more experienced than me. She was a little slutty type of chick, small, perky boobed, almost never bothering to wear a bra under her shirt. A bit crazy, but in positive way. Read more »