The restaurant door opens and you see me tumble through. Clumsy as always but at least I manage not to fall. I spot you from the door as the waiter takes my coat. The dress you had chosen the day before looked as you expected on me. Just enough cleavage to catch the eye, without being too obvious. I smile broadly as I walk towards you. I lean in to you as I kiss you the faint smell of roses present as always. Before I sit in the chair you’re holding for me I do a quick twirl “is it ok?” As the skirt swings around my legs you notice the lace of my stocking tops. I sit quickly and cross my legs making sure my skirt lies just on the edge of my stockings on your side so you can see and no-one else can. As your talking I place my hand on your arm, my fingers tracing gently over your skin on your wrist working slowly down over your hand. I wrap my tiny fingers in between yours squeezing tightly I move our hands off the table. As I uncross my legs I place your hand just above the lace top on the inside of my thigh. I place my legs firmly side by side trapping your hand between them.
You can feel the heat already from me as I lean into you to whisper “I’m not wearing anything above that” I feel your fingers squeezing my skin so I tighten my thighs forcing your fingers to relax.
I turn to look at you an evil smile crosses my lips as my teeth nip at my lower lip.
The waiter come to our table with the menus as your right hand is trapped between my legs you take it with your left hand. I keep you between my legs as he asks what we would like to drink. You know the answer to this so order for us both.
As he leaves I relax my thighs a little so you can release yourself. As you browse the menu I cross my legs so my foot is hooked around the back of your leg. I slowly turn my foot one way then the other against your calf. You look at me with your serious face but I just return a smile. The waiter returns for our order. As you tell him what we want I place my hand on your leg. My nails scratching over your trousers just enough that you can feel the sensation on your leg. As the waiter does his job my nails are covering the area of your inner thigh getting higher and higher. Just before I reach my goal you press your hand firmly on top of mine. The movement make the waiter look up from his notebook. I smile sweetly with my hand trapped just an inch from where it longs to be.
As the waiter starts to leave I excuse myself from the table. After a short time your phone vibrates in your pocket. You see the message is from me. It reads.
I want you so bad. I ache for you. I feel so empty I need to feel full of you.
As you look up from the phone I sit next to you. I hand you my lace handkerchief it’s warm and damp. You know as you bring it closer to you it smells of me and you know where it has been.
My first orgasms from oral [MF]
When I was in highschool, I went through a bit of a slutty phase. After my first bf and I broke up, I hooked up with several different people at a party, fooled around with some friends. All bets were off really.
Today I want to tell you about Charlie. Charlie was older and therefore my friend who always hung bout with older boys, thought he was cool. He was picking her up from my house and invited me to whatever party they were going to. It must have been summer because I was wearing these impossibly tight shorts I wore most of the summer of 2010. I paired it with a yellow lace push up bra and a printed tank. The lace showed at the top and my hair was out. I have naturally very curly hair that at the time I hated and tried to tame with copious amounts of mousse.
I rode shotgun at Charlie’s request. Charlie was cute in a dopey kind of way, longish wavy dark hair, blue eyes, kind smile. Cara, my friend, was instantly on guard as the attention was not on her. This made me feel sexy and I started getting flirty. While we drove around to take Cara to whatever dude had summoned her, Charlie and I bonded over The Sims. I don’t remember much else about that night other than flirting, exchanging phone numbers, getting dropped back home.
Secrets [Mf] [cheating] [D/s]
“Hey hon, there’s a package here,” Ron’s voice called up the stairs.
For a moment, Elle froze, every muscle fiber in her body locking in place as the panic set in. Then adrenaline overcame anxiety and she took flight, dashing down the stairs to the foyer, and snagging the box from His hands. He raised an eyebrow expectantly.
“What’s that all about?”
She smiled demurely, flicking the hem of her sundress in a twirl, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
He chuckled, then gave Elle a quick kiss on the cheek before heading out the door to work. She looked down at the box in her hands, her name and address written in careful script, no return address to be found. Cradling the box as if it were something sacred, she slowly ascended the staircase, heading to the guest room at the far end of the hall. Peeking out the window to make sure Ron’s car was gone from the driveway, she sat on the bed, pulled out her phone, and sent a picture of it to a man she knew only as Sir.
The reply came swiftly, “Well, open it.”
The first time my Japanese ex-wife and I branched out into sharing [MF][MFM]
So for probably months, after my wife and I had had this kind of groundbreaking talk where we opened up about a lot about our fantasies and stuff, I’d had this recurring thought, which became an obsessive fantasy of mine, of sharing her with this one particular friend of mine, from back home in the US. I’m from the US, but I live in Japan, and my wife is Japanese.
I started slowly dropping exploratory hints, moving things little by little in that direction, until eventually we had an open talk about the possibility, and I mentioned it to my friend, and got the ball rolling.
The first step was him watching us on video calls.
Eventually I got it where he was watching me fuck her, and she was masturbating for him on cam and video chatting with him once or twice a week. And I got him to start planning a trip to come visit us.
The thing about my friend is, he’s also inexperienced. Very much the shy type, not confident with girls at all. It actually took a lot of convincing to get him to go along with the idea. I know he wanted to, I think it was just maybe too much for him at first. Intimidating maybe.
[MF] average summer romance
I’m a longtime lurker, and I’m use this as a catharsis and it will be a bit long.
I would describe Michelle as a crazy summer storm in my life. She hit me full force with a huge wave of emotions and tossed me around and leaving me a mess with her departure. She had this fiery brightness around her, where you just felt happy when she talked to you. She flashed a wicked smile that appeared in her eyes too. One of my favorite traits of hers were the wrinkles on the side of her eyes when she stared and smiled at me over her stupid potty jokes.
We met at the start of my full-time job and the start of Michelle’s internship. We were talking in the processing line, getting acquainted with each other and a cohort of college aged kids. After getting through the boilerplate of “where are you froms” and “which departments”, the topic of rock climbing came up. I had to jump on that and get everyone there to join our core climbing group, especially Michelle. She enthusiastically agreed, and that’s how we ended up bonding for the next month. Looking back, our friends could easily see the chemistry, but I was so intimidated by how charismatic she was. We would openly flirt, call out each other’s butts and other crazy poses we made scaling the wall. I would get butterflies when Michelle made a funny quip and made eye contact with me to confirm I heard. After a month of dm’s of her asking about exercise advice and my ranting of everything fitness, I decided to take a chance and ask her to a date.
[MF] Keeping warm in the polar vortex
This happened a couple months ago. Probably a bit of a normal story I suppose, but some of the best sex I’ve ever had so I’ll share.
Sorry for the novel. I wrote a bit of romance/backstory because I’m a romantic bastard and because I miss this girl. I like gwstories that are longer and more detailed, so that’s what I wrote. If you want to skip it that’s fair get off king/queen, I made numbered labels for you:
[1] – general info
[2] – date
[3] – flirting/kissing
[4] – buildup
[5] – sex
**[1]**
I’m in college and my ex and I broke up in January. We were together for almost three years, so when we did, I wanted to cheer myself up by jumping into the casual dating game. Here in the Midwest we had a polar vortex that basically swept away a week’s worth of school. So naturally, I passed the time by lazily swiping on Tinder, paging through Wikipedia stoned, normal Uni shit I suppose.
[MF] blind date was not what I expected
Before I start, this was never a fantasy of mine. But ended up being one of the best nights and mornings of my life and became a fantasy of mine.
Me and my room mate are pretty much best buddies. He has a very nice girlfriend. She takes good care of him and is able to hang out with all the guys as one of the guys. One night the 3 of us were hanging out having a 420 night when she asked if I would be up for her to set me up on a blind date with one of her co-workers.
I was not too enthused so I said if we do it as a double date I would be interested. That way if the date sucked I’d at least have them there to enjoy the night. I asked her to show me her social media or something so I could see what she looked like but she would not show me – kept teasing saying it’s gotta be a blind date.
Getting [F]ucked at the [M]ovies
I was living with my parents when I met my husband and my house was about an hour’s commute from his place. This meant that when he would come up to my area for dates we’d have to find creative places to get intimate. We fucked all over his old car and I’ve given him road head more times than I can remember. There’s something thrilling about the risk of getting caught by passersby with a mouthful of his long dong that gets me so wet.
This story is a little different in that it takes place in a crowded movie theater rather than a secluded parking lot or empty highway. I was really excited when Daddy (my pet name for my husband, sorry if that weirds you out) told me he got us tickets to see the new Fast & the Furious movie and I started to get turned on by the possibilities when he sent me a message saying that he was outside and to make sure I wasn’t wearing any panties. By this point he was aware that I rarely wear panties but since I had on a thin sundress I had decided to put on a cute thong. I quickly removed it, checked myself out in the mirror one last time and skipped my way outside to meet him.
Looking good? Hopefully report back soon [MF]
Not exactly my SIL, but close enough. This in regards to my Ex and her cousin, who is almost like a sister to her.
So my now recent ex, Amanda who is 28 (I’m 28 as well), has an older cousin who is 43, her name is Christina. Christina is very attractive and educated but has been single for as long as I had been dating my ex (4 years).
From the moment I first met Christina I was extremely attracted to her and I feel like she knew. I was somewhat always reserved and slightly awkward around her due to the fact my attraction was so strong I never wanted to make it obvious to either of them that I wanted her.
Gym Dare [F]
I was dared by an friend to do some public nudity. I have only done it intentionally a few times and usually in our home. To do it outside made me a little nervous.
I figured out a way that might work. I decided to do it at the gym because I could play it off if I got in trouble with the staff. My husband told me once when I was jumping box jumps that my boobs would come out of my shirt and my shorts would go up and he could see my butt crack from behind and a little bit of my front. I decided to do that again but this time I wasn’t going to wear a bra.
I wanted to make sure someone saw me so asked one of the guy using the box when he was done if he could take a video of me jumping. He said yes so he pointed the camera and I went for my first jump. I didn’t want my hubby too close because they guy had seen us there before and would wonder why I didn’t ask him.