When I look back now I can barely recognize the girl I was at 19, that summer before I left for Iowa State. That small town catholic girl, who didn't have her first orgasm until she was 19, is worlds away from the woman I became. I was really confused that summer about my new fluid sexual identity that was forming. The “lesbian” label is never something I've been comfortable with adopting, and not because I think there is anything wrong those who choose to do so. Because of my small town religious upbringing I would have avoided that label when I was young, but eventually I realized it just didn't define who I am. I’m not even really comfortable with the bi-sexual label, because most people assume those who adopt that label are sex crazy. My preferences are very fluid and usually it’s not the gender of a person that draws me in, it’s just the person.
[F4M]Futons, playlists, and pussy
I don’t expect to be on my back on a futon. We’re listening to music Jesse picked out for us. I feel my heart start to expand at this–this is what I will be doing in the old folks home. He’s biting, he’s going back the same spots over and over and I’m coming a little unravelled. I pull off my shirt and struggle out of my bra. He waits, it’s hot and he’s sweaty. Jesse's sweet, offering to obey boundaries, mentioning his past partners and their sexual abuse. I tell him I'm not interested in back story; only creation myth. Who the fuck am I? Who talks like this?
Me and my [ff]riend take a [m]an in the sauna
I've been lurking this sub a long time and I finally decided to share a story of my own, which ended up being really long. Tell me if you want to hear more, this is only like the third craziest story from that week.
I was 21 years old, about to graduate from college, and a few of my friends decide that for spring break this year we’re going to do something a little more personal than the usual SB destinations. One of my best friend’s boyfriend graduated a couple years before and gone into financial consulting, so he agreed to a pretty big cabin-type lodge in Colorado and spend about a week and a half there, drinking and shopping nearby.
The lodge wasn’t “rustic” at all, it was actually really well renovated and looked on the inside like any upscale apartment. We noticed as we’re doing our first tour of the place that they have a huge sauna on the ground floor with a door leading outside. I thought it was pretty cool at the time, but didn’t really think that much of it with the unpacking and early wedding set-up.
Lena’s big day: A story of boobs and expansion [m/f] [fantasy]
Just yesterday, a young girl named Lena had experienced breast expansion for the first time. She always wanted such a thing to come true but knew it couldn't happen before now. She loved the feeling and the amount of rapid milk production that caused her expansion, but today is a different day. Her boyfriend is in for a pleasant surprise, and so is lena.
It was only the next day that things really got crazy for Lena. Her boyfriend Joel, who had knocked on her door shortly after her dilemma, had entered and saw her lying on her bed with her breasts resting over her arms. They were still leaking some milk, but they seemed to have calmed down since they last acted up.
Joel walks over to her bed, sits next to her on a chair and asks "Lena? What happened here? Why is the bed soaked?"
She looked at Joel and replied "Ah…Joel. My breasts were doing something earlier. Something that might be hard to believe…" Joel looked at her with a concerned look and said "You can tell me anything. You love me don't you? I won't tell anyone else. But why are you're breasts far bigger than before?" Lena then told him everything that happened, and Joel was quite surprised. "So, is there anything i can do to help y-" Just then, Lena's breasts began pulsing and making stretching noises as she said "Ohh no…again? Ahh~ Joel-"
Lecture in Dim Light [F/M]
Somewhere in my second year of college I had one of the busiest and wildest weekends of them all, but this story is not about that weekend. This story is about the Monday after.
Around ten o’clock we had our first class of the day. Twenty students were waiting to enter the enormous classroom that could contain about 250 people at once, but on this dull Monday morning the hall was nearly empty and when everyone had taken their seats, scattered across the 250 places, silence. Nothing but the professor who dimmed the lights to make his slides appear and footsteps from the right. Some guy, whose name I still don’t know, came across the aisle and took his place beside me. We sat at the back of the class, we could see everyone getting comfortable in the little light we had and we both took out our notebook, looked at each other and then turned our attention to the front.
Best Morning I’ve Ever Had
Skip to ** for sexy-times. Hope you guys enjoy, still rings true as one of my favorite experiences.
I passed out at a party, and woke up on a couch, looking into the kitchen at a goddess making a pot of coffee. She was wearing a thin flower print sundress and a purple crop-top. Her long curly brown hair hung down her shoulders, and she flashed me a smile as I stretched on the couch, and she offered me a cup of coffee.
We were up early, very early. She said she always woke up this early, and the couch didn't exactly allow for my deepest sleep, so the light clanking woke me up, but honestly after seeing her I was grateful.
We went out on the back porch and sat on a couch as we reminisced about the party before. It was quite a large one (a moving in party for my friend), and we didn't remember meeting one another (though there was a hint in the air that we both regretted that). She was friends with the roommate of a mutual friend of mine, and similarly passed out upstairs in her friend Jenna's bed.
farrah + susan [ffm] (repost from tumblr)
I had been with Farrah for about a year and a half, and this was our second winter together. I had taught her how to snowboard the season before and we had been planning a late-season trip up north to Farrah’s stepfather’s cabin with her best friend Susan for months. Though it was late March, the forecasters were calling for a significant blizzard, and after only one day of riding, we had to cut our trip short and head back south. The snows were beginning to drift on the highway, and it was getting late, so we decided to stop at Farrah’s mother’s house. We were still pretty far north of the city in which we all lived, but we hoped that in the morning, the plows would be out and we’d be able to complete our journey home. The house was empty and quite comfortable, as her mother and stepfather were vacationing in Florida.
[MF] Sucking on the wrong cock… [x/post gonewildstories]
I wrote this post for r/DirtyWritingPrompts but the prompt had been deleted by the time I finished it. Hope you enjoy and happy to continue it if people like it.
The front door slammed shut as Tori walked out the bathroom. She could hear the tv still on in the living room and knew someone was still in there. Dave was notoriously good at turning off appliances when he left. They had been hosting one of Dave's colleagues, Chris, that evening and as they were both leading cardiologists they were permanently on call.
Dave and Tori's sex life had been exciting but was so often interrupted. The knowledge that Chris had left the house meant Tori knew she would have time to play. Standing in the corridor she dropped her pants and slipped off her top leaving on her sexy thong and bra. She was already getting wet from the excitement of it all as she hitched her plan.
Walking through their house to the front room Tori stood in the doorway, she had already cut the lights in the corridor and reached in and flicked off the light in the room. She cut the electricity to the TV and walked over to the couch and whispered in his ear.
The Girl From The Agency [Alternate Reality, Pedophile, Prostitution, Minor Violence] [1766 Words]
John’s doorbell rang at four PM. She was early, but he didn’t mind. He was horny now so he got up and opened the door. Stood there was a short little girl in her school uniform. A short, flaired, tartan skirt, white blouse, white knee-high socks and black shoes. She must’ve been no older than nine, he thought.
‘Hello! Come in!’ He said. The girl gave a cute smile and entered his house. Her pretty pigtails following her swiftly. She wiped her feet and looked at him.
‘Would you like me to take off my shoes?’ Her sweet voice caressed his ears.
‘Yes please! I have some heels I’d like you to wear, your Daddy says you’re okay with that?’
‘Sure thing, Mister!’ she slipped off her black shoes to reveal her tiny feet, covered by her socks. They were beautiful. ‘Sorry I’m so early. I thought I’d pop over right after school…’
‘Oh no, that’s fine’ John replied with a smile. He took her pink backpack and handed her some tiny black, toeless stilettos. ‘Think they’ll fit? If not I have more…’
‘They look like they should.’ She put them on and they fit perfectly. ‘I just need to make sure you have the money?’
[M4F][Str8][bd][Mdom][Handcuffs] …here’s Happy Handcuffs
I still remember that friday night, when a bottle of red was demolished with ease, as we both relaxed after the demands of the week, and such a long, long week it had been. Sipping the next red, we both relaxed and sighed again, as you nuzzled into my neck, lazy hand rubbing my chest, my right arm around you, holding you closer. And then, as the music played, in your little quiet voice, you said something, I'll never forget.
'Have you ever had a pair of handcuffs?'
'Excuse me?'
You smiled, 'Have, you, ever, owned, a pair of handcuffs…'
I stretched a little, so I could turn slightly, and catch your eye, to see you smiling warmly. And I knew that smile. It was mischief, personified. So I said softly,
'Would it surprise you if I said, yes?'
Her fingers tightened a little on my chest, in response, and she giggled, softly, feeling my heart race a little, the red wine loosening her tongue.
'Mary told me a story today…'
'Oh really…'
My thoughts were in disarray. Was she about to say what I think she was going to say?