A little back story. Partner comes from a home where the women are extremely open. Yes they talk about sex and dildos and all kinds of weird things with each other and their own mother. They also go family skinny dipping. Back story on the twin. They are not identical, but are extremely close and competitive. They are quite "revealing". Will sunbake topless at beach. My partner only at secluded ones with less people to bump into. Her sister does it anywhere. Even at home by the pool. She also likes to show off her ass with a thong. That's a thing. I had seen her naked before this point. She walks out of the shower with a towel, sometimes she forgets it. I am positive she does it on purpose… who knows. Plenty of stories. She is really comfortable in her own body and she is hot too, which helps. (I wrote this bit after)
First Post, Simple first time with friend
You can’t come home for my biannual trip home. So that means I have to come to you. And I mean to come. We’re hanging out; talking, eating and drinking unhealthy food. We stay up talking, playing twister with your roommate—I decide that I don’t want to join in, but only because I’m a little antsy. Eventually your roommate goes out, to stay out all night. It’s 1am when I decide that I’m tired enough that I should go to bed, and you set me up on your couch—hopefully giving me a hopeful look… expecting something from me. I smile at you, and tell you goodnight my friend and you give me hug and go to your room. I lay on your couch, just thinking of you knowing what I want, and not at all tired. I just don’t want to make anything awkward—and I wait a while, hoping to build up some tension. I’d expect you to want to make a move on me too, after all. After what feels like forever, but in reality has only been fifteen minutes, I get up and move as quietly as I can upstairs—hoping there are no creaks in the floor that I don’t know about. After a heart pounding minute, I finally make it to your door. I try as best as I can to be quiet, and open your door, and I call in, saying “hey, are you awake?” Though I know you are, because your light is still on. You reply “yeah.” And I make my way inside, closing the door behind me, locking it after it clicks shut. I hope that you make note of that. I come up to you, you’re lying in bed, in your pajamas. I sit down beside you, and we talk for a minute or two. I make up my nerve to get under the blanket’s with you, and we cuddle up together, and I’m erect, but say nothing about it, as I know you can feel it. I start to kiss your smooth neck, gently, and nibble at your ear. When I stop, you turn over and around to face me. We look into each others eyes for a few moments before I lean down to kiss you again—forehead, nose, lips. My arms find themselves wrapped around you, squeezing you closer to me. We kiss for a while, before I let my lips wander downwards to your neck again, careful not to leave a mark. With one hand free from my move I let it free and rest on your chest pulling down slightly on your shirt. I stop and sit up far enough to remove my shirt. I fall back down to kiss you again, and then you move, and my eyes widen as you too, remove your shirt and I see your black bra cupping your magnificent tits. I continue to kiss you, and this time I make my way farther down, and pull aside your bra to let me suckle on you. I hear you moan a bit, and it only makes me harder and I move to the other side, and then I pleasure both, one with a hand, the other by lightly nibbling. I make my way back up to your mouth, and delight in your responsiveness and continue to make out with you, letting my hands roam and wander your body. Eventually, I try and fumble with your bra, but I get it to successfully unclasp, and now your tits are free and mine to do with completely as I choose. I grasp them in both hands and kiss my way down to your navel, but go no farther. I move my hands under your underwear, so that I can feel your wetness, and I position my hand and I insert my middle finger into you, and I gasp as I feel your hand in my shorts, stroking me. I kiss you as I move my finger and then fingers in and out of you, massaging you with my thumb. We stop, and I move my hand to your mouth, and you take my finger’s all the way in… and I know that I can’t wait too much longer. I sit up and remove my shorts, so that I’m only clothed in my underwear, just as you are. You reach up and stroke the bulge that’s there, and then remove your black panties. As before my eyes swell a bit, before I follow suit. We sit there in each others arm’s for a moment or two. I’m breathing deeply, and can feel your breath on my neck. I sit up ever so slightly, and find the condom I’d had stowed away. “Will you put this on for me?” You take the rubber from my hands and the next thing I know, you’re pushing it down my cock—with your mouth. Taken by surprise I moan, and grab your hair, pulling on it but not wanting you to stop. And you don’t… Not until I ask you to. I lean up and kiss you, and turn you over so that you’re under me. I position myself so that I can feel your warmth just below me. Your hand wanders down and helps me find entrance to your pussy. On my first push I gasp, entering you for the first time. I look you in the eyes, and start to gyrate, back and forth, slowly, and then faster as I get ahead of myself. I pound into you, moaning “fuck”, “damn that feels…” “OH!”, and hoping you too are enjoying yourself. I start to go slower as I can feel myself about to cum. I lean down and kiss you again. Then I grind into you slipping out on purpose, and I move my hand down to massage you. But you slide me back in, and I can’t say no and I start fuck you harder and faster than I did before, and it’s not too much longer before I cum with a loud “AHHHHH!” I look into your eyes, still inside you, I lean down, and kiss you again…
In the Alley [M/F] [Public] [Anal] [My First Post!]
Wrote this for someone on Exxxchange, but they bailed. Figured someone should get to read it.
"You wanted to do this, remember Esmi?" he asked, his deep voice low against the backdrop of the city.
Esmi bit her lip and thought for a moment, before feeling his hand bring her chin up, her eyes meeting his. "Remember?"
Her body shivered, whether against the cold or against his gentle command, she couldn't tell. James had that effect, at times. Esmi sighed, and let his hand move back to caress her neck.
"I know, baby, it's just… this is so… open!" She said, trying to choke back nervous laughter. His eyes stayed on hers, and she felt his body press against her; he was tall, and strong, and had the body of a man she would be willing to be caught for.
"Esmi… you're going to do this. For me."
This time, she knew her shiver was for him. She nodded, almost absent-mindedly, and reached down, quickly finding his belt. With some effort, she unhooked the clasp and felt the heavy leather fall to the side, and her trembling (that was from the cold) fingers worked the button down. She looked up and found him watching her.
Girls Night Out!
I'm not normally the type of girl who picks up a guy in a bar for a one-nighter. I know all girls say that, but I'm really not. Plus, haven't we all done some crazy things at one time or another? On this one night, it seemed like a few things happened all at the same time that made me do what I never would have done. The first thing was, I had just dumped the guy I had been dating (a whiner, a Debbie Downer with a dick) and I felt like getting out there and letting my hair down. So I banged on my neighbor Lyssa's door and talked her into going out. A few drinks, a few dances, a few hot guys to flirt with? Lyssa's always game for that, and I hadn't been going out much because of dating Negative Ned. We were ready to make some noise.
I Lost My Virginity My Freshman Year [mmf, oral, condom, sex] nothing mm
[This is my true story, names and locations have been changed]
It was during my freshman year, we lived in a small town in Texas. Michelle Burroughs had broken up with me that week. May years later I found out she like girls and not guys. I was hanging with my friend Cal up in Bradford when we ran into Veronica. We'd both dated her back in middle school.
One of the only things to do up in Bradford was go to Tims Ford Lake, the water was really low so there was a land bridge out to the island. Cal asked Veronica if she'd have sex with both of us there on the island. She said as long as we used condoms and luckily Cal had two. We went into trees there on the island. Although she and I had played some middle school kissing and touching games, I'd never had sex.
[MF] Naughty Cat : While Writing
A usually day sitting on my chair with the laptop almost burning from the typing speed. Wild ideas were being transferred from my brain to the computer. Then it happened. I felt a gentle brush on my legs that startled me.
I found you under the table, you were wearing your cat ears and only black laced panties. What a naughty and pleasant surprise, but the work it was waiting. In a second I was starting to write again as I felt your gentle touch going upwards from my knees to my lap.
In a few moments I was hard and my typing speed was decreasing. The naught cat was fast with her paws, she didn’t take long to pull out her favorite toy from my pants. She started to stroke it and play around with it, as I would look down I would see a lusty look in her eyes. It was driving me insane.
Seeing this sexy little beast going wild on my dick was really a great inspiration, somehow in the spur of the moment I was…lets say on fire. It was a perfect mix, business and pleasure. I wonder why people say that you should keep those separate.
Enjoy
Last night I dreamed of you, I dreamed you took me to a hotel and you paused before we entered the room. From your pocket you took a padded silk blindfold. You saw me notice it and leant into me and placed a silent meaningful kiss on my lips, I held your gaze as you pulled away from me and your eyes brightened in the fire you saw there. I dreamed you moved behind me and fastened the blindfold around my head, your lips grazing my earlobe as you whispered "Trust me" in so low a voice I had to strain to hear it. The blood in my veins began to quicken as nervous anticipation took its strong but gentle grip of me. I dreamed I heard you take out some keys and turn them in the lock. A warm breeze greeted us as you led me into this unknown, unseen room and I could hear the sound of rock music playing quietly in the background, you were setting the mood for your pleasure and mine and I liked that you had chosen music to suit your taste. I dreamed you left my side and I stood motionless in the room, unable to navigate these surroundings. I sensed you before I felt your hands begin to remove the clothes from my body and I didn't fight you, I wanted you to see me and I wanted to comply. As each garment was removed you traced a hand over the flesh it uncovered and kissed the naked skin, my remaining senses becoming more alive with every stroke and with every touch of your lips, my vulnerability becoming complete and I knew I needed you. I shuddered in the cool of the open window, I had no idea if my nakedness was on view to those outside that window or not, all I knew was that I stood naked before you and you took me in your arms and held me close and you knew that I would not feel the cold for long. I dreamed that in our embrace I slipped a hand beneath your clothing, eager to touch the skin. I knew you liked that and I wanted you to have what you liked. I tried to remember the layout of what you were wearing as I removed your clothing and I knew that you enjoyed that I had to feel my way around your body, negotiating buttons, clasps and belts. I dreamed that once more you took me into your arms but this time garments held no barrier to our embrace as our bodies entwined, your skin against mine for every inch of height we possessed. You took my head in your hands and inclined it toward yours, our lips met and our tongues tasted what each had to offer within. I embraced your head and fondled the softness of your hair, the contours of your face, the touch of my lips against yours as I pulled you closer to me. I wanted to melt into your kiss, to become one with you, to never be parted. Your flavour bewitched me and I knew I would do anything for you, you knew it too. Only once you had taken both my hands in yours did our lips part and you guide me to another part of the room. I felt your body leave my side, although you kept my hands in yours, and I heard the sound of metal against metal, for a moment I thought it might be more keys but you had no need of keys and the sound was too heavy for that. With your free hand you stroked my breasts with this foreign object letting the cold metal brush against my nipple, I gasped in pleasure and you moved closer to me once again. "This is because I need you and you need me", you said in that barely perceptible whisper and you moved behind me handcuffing me behind my back and guided me until I was sitting on the edge of a bed. You sat behind and straddled me, taking my nipples between your thumbs and forefingers and gently massaged them. I moaned my pleasure to you as my head fell to the side to expose my neck to your silken kisses. My hands, as they pressed against your stomach, unable to explore you further, felt your body's pulse accelerate within you and I basked in the effect this sight was provoking. Your fondling became more urgent as the gentle caresses gave way to insistent pinches and twists that sent shots of exquisite pain throughout my body, my back arching throwing my head back to brace against your shoulder and the shackling protruding my chest to permit the greatest admittance of my breasts to you. I wanted you to fulfil your desires, to satiate your cravings and I wanted you to have your way. I dreamed you moved to my front and, amidst my moaned protestations at the cessation of that pleasured pain you had so recently given me, placed your hands on my inner thighs and pushed my legs apart. To tease you I added a little resistance, as I needed you to feel that you were taking this for yourself, I needed to be possessed by you, to feel the intensity of your claim on my body and my desires. I dreamed your breath was warm against my cunt as your fingers played amongst the hot wet bare folds. Occasionally I could feel the wetness from within spread around my pussy lips as your explorations became more penetrative. I felt your finger slip inside my fiery folds; it was so easy, so without friction and I moaned my pleasure. I dreamed I felt your finger withdraw and a second later it was at my mouth, tempting me with my own arousal and I traced my tongue along its length before devouring this tasty morsel you were feeding me. My legs parted to their full extent inviting you to taste for yourself what you were giving me and you accepted ravenously. The first touch of your tongue against my clit sent involuntary cries from my mouth and the circular motions you executed completed my arousal. I was yours, totally. I dreamed that every nerve in my body was on stand by, wanting, expecting, demanding the fulfilment only you could give me as your tongue explored my cunt fully and completely. Now tender circling, now licking hungrily, now prestissimo flicks beating directly on my clit, now greedy sucking and gorging on all I had to offer until I could stand no more, every inch of my body crying out for that sweet release. From the very tips of my toes and the top of my head it began. First the slightest tingle but soon an insistent surge, coursing its way through my body, converging on the centre of my pleasure, holding me in suspended animation for the most fleeting of moments before being overcome with wave upon wave of ultimate sensation, the cries of my own voice foreign and uncontrolled. All care forgotten. All identity vanished. Only the great Oneness remaining, urging me on to higher and greater pleasure, before that, too, subsided into blissful calm, my four senses returning and the visible throbs in my cunt a testament to my pleasure. I dreamed you allowed me a little time to recover myself while you held me and kissed me, the taste of my body still fresh on your wet mouth. You held me close to your body, stroking my hair, loving me.
Carrie not Scary [FMF] [anal, bd, Fdom, oral, Bi, Str8]
I had this friend in college that we nicknamed Scary Carrie. She wasn't really scary, but she was a little eccentric and a bit Gothic so the name fit. Scary Carrie had a thing for this guy I was hooking up with. She asked me several times if I would be willing to offer him a threesome with her and I. The idea was hot, but I wasn't interested in sharing my hook up cock so I declined and enjoyed my man candy regularly by myself. Eventually our hookups ended and I met my dream man who I eventually married. And boy, he has a huge cock. Scary Carrie never asked to hookup with me and my eventual husband so I thought nothing of her advances, chalking it up to interest in my hookup.
Eating out my guy’s other girl – A short story [ff]ro[m] my first threesome
You could say it all started last fall when "Devin" insisted he could help me get girls. He'll probably deny it but I think he pretty much lost interest in the endeavor around the time we started hooking up. Anyway, about a month ago he spent the day with a previous partner, "Katie." They hooked up, as was tentatively expected, and Devin got a better understanding of his feelings for both of us. Him and I had discussed threesomes countless times, and last week I asked him seriously about the possibility of one with Katie. The same day, she offered to do "anything, and I mean anything," for him in exchange with help on a project. It was like fate. After much discussion, she agreed to judge a pussy eating contest. A few days later, following a night of wining, dining, smoking, and flirting, the three of us snuggled under the blankets on his bed with Katie in the middle. And that's where the real story starts:
A first date of passion that ends in oral satisfaction
Here I am, sitting alone anxiously waiting for my date to arrive. I am working on my second dark beer, the cold glass touching gently to my lip as I let the thick dark heady resin roll over my tongue and into my throat. It eases my anxiety a bit, but not entirely – of course the feel of this hard wooden chair beneath my ass might have something to do with it to. I adjust a few times feeling the contours of the seat against my body, only feeding the sensations that I hope to distract me from my nervous thoughts. This is only my second real date since my 12 year marriage ended about a year ago – you could say I was concerned about being a little rusty.
I met her online, one of those dating sites – a ravenous beauty from her photos, the physical embodiment of perfection – dark luscious curls that ebb about her soft smooth features – her high cheek bones that accent her intoxicating hazel eyes. Needless to say, I was already lured in just by her physical prowess. Now, tack on that our conversations via email and text to this point have been great – I sensed even a little naughty in her.