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When he turned 18, John Newman received a gift from Gaia the world spirit. Starting now his whole life would become a video game. Follow him as he discovers his new powers and use them for his own purposes. Unlike what happens in the original The Gamer has some other priorities and will develop his powers to have a lot of fun with the ladies around him.
My college this year hired a new assistant librarian or whatever ever the title is. Anyway she is fresh out of grad school and works under the head librarian. She has also been my latest and biggest girl crush all year. She is smart and witty and so fucking hot too.
She is completely my type, tall at 5’9 (almost a foot taller than me) athletically built (she played college volleyball), long blonde hair, seductive blue eyes that make it hard for me to look away even if I am blushing. In many ways she is a contrast to me except for our blond hair. I am tiny at like 4’10 95 lbs soaking wet. I’m in good shape but as my brother says, “You put the little in little sister.”
I think I found any excuse I could to go see her when I wasn’t busy. I would try to talk to her if possible, flirt with her if she was able. I loved when she would flirt back, it made me so excited and I would day dream about what may be if.
I have been a massage therapist for many years now. I am pretty good at it. I’ve been told that I am good with my hands. I was always interested in massage therapy as a treatment for various conditions or injuries, not to mention it works wonders for relaxing the body. Most of my clients are patients looking to relieve or eliminate pain. I have a few that request therapy just to relieve stress or tension.
Today, I have a new client scheduled at noon. This is typically my lunch time, but he was desperate for an appointment. He had mentioned that I come highly recommended. So, I moved some things around and scheduled him to be here promptly at noon. I said my goodbyes to one of my regulars and began to clean the room for my new client. I glanced at the appointment book, and noticed his name was Patrick. It was now 11:55, and there was no sign of him. I sensed that he may not be here on time, and I hoped that I was wrong. I lit a large sandalwood candle in the corner of the room for aromatherapy. It is a soft, warm, creamy wood scent, with a touch of citrus. And it was the favorite of my assortment of candles, and essential oils. Sticking to routine, I sanitize the massage table, and lay a small sheet over it.
This is a true story, told as a narrative. I hope you enjoy! Feedback is always welcome!
**Rainy Night In the City**
Water dripped onto the elevator floor. There was no helping it. Both of them were soaked completely through. All that could be done, was to head to the hotel room and change out of their wet clothes. It was early March, the weather had been warming up, and they had decided to break the winter blues with a trip to the city for a weekend. Neither one said it out loud, but both would be glad if it was snowing outside instead of the freezing rain that had been falling all day.
They tried to make the most of it. Sightseeing, walking around, a little shopping and a nice dinner. The rain, however, was putting a damper on their plans, and souring the trip a bit. An attempt to purchase an umbrella from a street vendor, resulted in the cheap, quickly broken umbrella in a trash can, and his wallet $20 lighter. A bar they found gave them refuge for a bit, but after 11pm it started to become overcrowded, and they decided to head back to the hotel. No cabs could be found, so they had to hoof it for a few blocks.
**This is a true story from my past, told as a narrative. Please enjoy! Feedback always welcome**
The warm air was a few weeks away from being seasonal, but the two young lovers in the car didn’t mind one bit. It was one of those warm spring nights that spoke of an amazing summer arriving early. The perfect night to drive around their small city aimlessly, enjoying each others company. There was no need for small talk to fill the night air. Just the music on the radio, and that comfortable familiarity that only two people in love can share.
Dean was driving, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on his leg. Jen was hanging one arm out the window, moving a hand up and down to ride the air currents flowing by the window. They had all the time in the world, and nowhere to go. Dean lived an hour away, and Jen’s house was always chaotic and filled with people. Hardly a place for privacy or relaxation. So they decided to see a movie, have some food, and take one of their many random road trips to nowhere in particular. As the moon rose, Dean looked over at Jen, and felt that familiar stirring inside. He cared about the girl yes, but right now all he felt was the primal urge to grab her, pull her close, and taste every inch of her body. His right hand left his lap, and reached over onto her left leg. Jen looked over and smiled. She knew him, knew his moves, and she welcomed this one gladly.
It was at the end of the year when the university I went to held an end of year gathering. Those that were studying the same degree would all hit the pubs and clubs for one last HooRah.
It was at this event that I got my chance to have amazing sex with a chick I fancied for the past 6 months. A bit about us:
Myself, John, Bisexual, 21: a 5’ 10”, stocky bloke, 6.5 inch hard cock that could be used as a dildo mould. My body might not be the greatest but my cock makes up for it.
Her, Abbey, 5’8”, 23, brown hair, a nice handful of tits, not slender but perfect curves and outgoing personality.
The night was coming to an end, I had way to much to drink for the previous 10hours. I knew I was hammered, I knew I needed a hand to get home, or pass out on the grass somewhere unknown. It was at this point Abbey presented herself, a stunning red dress, high heels and a gorgeous smile.
“John”, she said “Do you need a hand home?, you can barely walk!”
We’d been texting and emailing for a few weeks but so far had never met. I know your fella is away for a while and as the days pass you are less content just playing with yourself. When your email comes through it’s a total surprise. A long body shot taken to show off your bare legs, over a hint of bush and down to your painted toes. It’s the first you’ve ever shown me of you, so far you have teased me with descriptions of your smooth sexy legs, telling me how you like them touched and stroked, licked and sucked. The picture turns me on so much, i’m out supposedly shopping but all thought of that is gone. I text you back telling you how i want to lick those long legs of yours from your toes to your mound. Your next text is an even bigger surprise, it just says “ok”
My forgotten friend is sitting wide-eyed on the chair opposite us with his hard cock in his hand. Watching our passionate sex has him desperate for you. You can see it written all over his face, he wants you more than he has ever wanted anyone in his life. A final twitch of my cock makes you gasp and then I ease my dick from your ass. A gentle shove on your back sends you stumbling into his waiting arms. Feeling like a whore being passed from one man to the next you clamber stiffly onto Gav’s lap, towards his waiting erection. The first strands of my cum are starting to seep from your ass as you open your legs like a slut and mount him sitting there on the chair.
Disclaimer: I’ve changed the names of the people involved in case my girlfriend or friends read this.
My name is Pete. My girlfriend Sasha and I have been dating for about five years. She’s 26, 5’4″ and a fit 130 lbs. She has heavy (but perky) C cup tits, a small waist, and a big bubble butt that she loves working out at the gym. Think baby-making body. I’m 28, 5’10” and fairly fit (170 lbs) with a thick 7 inch cock. We’ve always had a pretty good sex life, but we never really did anything that adventurous. A few times when we first started dating we fucked outside after drunken nights out but that’s about it. That might be a story for another time.
Last summer Sasha and I took a vacation to San Francisco with some friends to explore the sights and experience the night life. Our friends, Julia, Max, Brad, and Julia’s boyfriend Owen stayed in a nice hotel downtown with us. Owen, Max and Brad are all big gym goers and are in great shape. Julia is a little on the thinner side but has D cup tits that she loves showing off. Owen and Julia had a room to themselves. Sasha and I had a room two doors down and Max and Brad stayed in the room between us.
My girlfriend (henceforth referred to as Heather) and I have always had a pretty great sex life. I’d been with several girls before her, had several relationships with frequent sex, but before Heather I hadn’t came once in all my times with a girl. Heather changed that, but that’s a story for another day.
The point is, our sex is easily the best I’ve ever had. All of our kinks fit perfectly with each other. I’m her dom, and she’s my obedient little doll. Early on in our relationship, we worked out that Heather was bi, and after a lot of talking and honest communication, we decided to try finding another girl to take part in a threesome with us. I set up a tinder, and after some time I found a girl we both found attractive, and we hit it off with her because all of our kinks overlapped together. Her name, for the purposes of the story, will be Liz. She’s not the last girl we’ve had threesomes with, but she was definitely memorable.
This isn’t the story of our first time with her.
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