Brimstone Series Book 2 Episode 7: The Penthouse

**Stacey**

There was nothing separating the cool air from my naked skin, but I felt like I was lying next to a blasting furnace, his body warming me, the skin on skin contact allowing me to steal from his endless heat.

Grateful for his massive height, I nudged my head underneath Chris’ chin, a position I was never able to comfortably accomplish with Todd, his five-nine unable to host my five-eleven. Add on the fact that he worked with wood in his spare time, Chris’ substantial frame seemed fit on a lumberjack more than lawyer. I inhaled in his scent of pine and masculinity, the aromas turning my thoughts primal, causing my thighs to squeeze together in want.

My hands grasped firmly on his throbbing cock, twisting and pulling in long, unhurried motions, my saliva reducing the friction between my palm and his unit. It felt hot and *heavy* in my hands, and while I’ve had my share of genital encounters, this was the first time I was actually intimidated by an erection.

Intimidated, but more so intrigued. Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 Episode 7: The Penthouse

**Stacey**

There was nothing separating the cool air from my naked skin, but I felt like I was lying next to a blasting furnace, his body warming me, the skin on skin contact allowing me to steal from his endless heat.

Grateful for his massive height, I nudged my head underneath Chris’ chin, a position I was never able to comfortably accomplish with Todd, his five-nine unable to host my five-eleven. Add on the fact that he worked with wood in his spare time, Chris’ substantial frame seemed fit on a lumberjack more than lawyer. I inhaled in his scent of pine and masculinity, the aromas turning my thoughts primal, causing my thighs to squeeze together in want.

My hands grasped firmly on his throbbing cock, twisting and pulling in long, unhurried motions, my saliva reducing the friction between my palm and his unit. It felt hot and *heavy* in my hands, and while I’ve had my share of genital encounters, this was the first time I was actually intimidated by an erection.

Intimidated, but more so intrigued. Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 Episode 7: The Penthouse

**Stacey**

There was nothing separating the cool air from my naked skin, but I felt like I was lying next to a blasting furnace, his body warming me, the skin on skin contact allowing me to steal from his endless heat.

Grateful for his massive height, I nudged my head underneath Chris’ chin, a position I was never able to comfortably accomplish with Todd, his five-nine unable to host my five-eleven. Add on the fact that he worked with wood in his spare time, Chris’ substantial frame seemed fit on a lumberjack more than lawyer. I inhaled in his scent of pine and masculinity, the aromas turning my thoughts primal, causing my thighs to squeeze together in want.

My hands grasped firmly on his throbbing cock, twisting and pulling in long, unhurried motions, my saliva reducing the friction between my palm and his unit. It felt hot and *heavy* in my hands, and while I’ve had my share of genital encounters, this was the first time I was actually intimidated by an erection.

Intimidated, but more so intrigued. Read more »

[FM] Part 2 of my first few nights with my Gonewild girlfriend – How we ruined each other. Pic included

Part 2. (Part one is here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7yro15/mf_long_my_first_few_nights_of_unbelievable/)

Thanks for all the positive feedback from the first post. As requested, here is a relatively NSFW picture to help your imagination – https://imgur.com/a/3Pag2

By this time, Millie had added me on the ever helpful facebook. We had chatted occasionally of an evening, but nothing sexual, which, as it turned out later, was frustrating for us both given what had occurred the previous week.

Once again, I arrived at Melissa’s house. I knew we were all definitely going out this evening, so spruced myself up. I put on my favourite shirt which accentuated the best bits of my torso. I also made sure I wore the same jeans that I had worn when I had my first encounter with Millie. Beyond the fact they brought back good memories, they were also tapered well at the crotch. This displayed the outlines of my cock nicely, and if nothing else gave me a lot of confidence to catch stray eyes on it. In fact, Melissa’s eyes were the first to go there when she opened the door.

I approached the front room where I knew Millie to be.

Wow. Read more »

[M]y [F]irst sexual experience. Good innocent times. [Friend]

Hi there, I’ve been reading a lot of stories here for a long time and I finally decided to post my own. It is going to be my first time posting anything here so give me any kind of construtive critisism, I will appreciate it. Also sorry for all mistakes, I may make some since I’m not a native english speaker.

About me.
Back in the day (7 years ago) I was 18 years old, had muscular type of body, decent face and sort/medium brown hair. Shy, introverted guy.

A little of backstory first.
Before the third grade of high school I had no sexual experience at all. Never kissed a girl or even dated. I was the type of badboy in public but extremely weak and vulnerable in private. Because of the fear of rejection I never tried anything with any girl. Read more »

[MF] Update to the rest of my very bad girl experience [xpost from r/stupidslutsclub]

Sorry it took so long, but I’ve been…busy this week. ? A lot of you wanted to know if I got him to myself again the next morning, unfortunately he left before she did. But fear not, I got a text from him as soon as he left to meet him there at noon. Honestly the next day I started to feel a little bit guilty, but after rereading his text all morning my pussy was aching (him telling me to be there without asking got me GOING) and I of course found myself driving back to their house to meet him. He was already there and had me face up against the wall with his hand going down the back of my pants as soon as I walked in the door. He commented how wet I already was, turned me around and smirked and told me to head to their bedroom, watching my ass the whole way there. I swear he was looking at me like I was his prey, and I can’t put into words how turned on I was… And I had just been filled with his cock a few hours before! Read more »

[M]y [F]irst time meeting Jen

When I was in highschool, I used to visit my brother in college a lot. He was a few hours drive away and I’d come up and party with him and his friends on the weekend.

The first time I did this, I don’t remember why, but I was going to be staying in his girlfriend’s dorm. I think he stayed there all the time anyway in her room. I remember his gf saying to me “one of the girls across the hall is gone for the weekend so you can sleep in her bed, her roomate Jen is really cool”.

I didn’t care, I was there to drink and (hopefully) hookup.

A little about me in highschool – i was tall and skinny and NOT all that successful with girls. I was on the basketball team and all my friends were hooking up every weekend, some had girlfriends, I would get lucky to have a sloppy drunken hookup every now and again. I was a virgin and hadn’t had a steady girlfriend.

I liked to drink because it gave me confidence to talk to girls, sober, i was petrified of rejection so would just look at but not talk to girls. Read more »

[FFM] I was a very, very bad girl [xpost from r/stupidslutsclub]

So I’ve had a friend since college that I’ve always been close too, now with her and her husband. She knows I’m bi, but nothing has ever happened between us (until tonight). Recently she mentioned that they have been very curious about trying a threesome and that she’d like it to be with someone familiar, and after a few drinks I decided to offer as I’m definitely attracted to both of them.

Fast forward a few weeks, and we decided to get together for a few Mardi gras drinks and go back to their place afterwards. After me and her teased him a little, making out on the couch and reaching our hands up each other’s shirts, we were so horny I dragged her to the bedroom and grazed my hand across his cock (fuck it was hard, and so much bigger than I thought) as she grabbed his arm to follow us. Read more »

[MF] It started with an actual pearl necklace

I’m living a fantasy. Or rather I’m living all of my fantasies, rolled up into one man and the things he does to me.

He is my work fantasy, my stranger fantasy, my lover fantasy, and the fantasies I didn’t know were lurking in this, um, not so straight-laced mind of mine.

I met him at a conference. Months later, I found myself in a hotel room with him, impossibly being scheduled on a work trip together, and asking him to show me what it was like to be pinned down with enough force that I couldn’t move. We hadn’t had sex before this, and we didn’t plan on having sex on this trip. But oh god, I was like a moth to an intense flame, and he seemed to read my mind. Especially when it was the kinkier recesses of my mind.

He instructed me in choosing a safe word, in the aspects of play that make such a thing play, and told me to undress, as he did. I moved toward him, cautiously, to kiss him, and he took my wrists in his hands and effortlessly pushed me backwards onto the bed. He pinned my arms above me, roughly attacking my boobs with his mouth while I squirmed underneath him, flooded with pleasure and an odd rage at not being able to break free. Read more »

Red Twizzlers

I got home from work, it was so nice out side. Parked my car and went it. I walk into the living room and see you sitting on the couch. Looks like your already, ready to stay inside, wearing your black tank top and workout shorts, make up all gone and hair In a pony tail. You’re drinking a Diet Pepsi and eating from a bag of red twizzlers.

I walk over to you, bend down and give you a nice kiss hello. You smile. I smelled the strawberry twists on your breath, makes the kiss a little sweeter. I goto reach in the bag, and you pull it away, with a giggle.

“Come on give me just one.” “No” as you giggle a little more.

I fake walk away, and go for another grab. You pull,the bag away the giggle a little more sinister.

You have a little playful look in your eye, like come on bring it. I walk slowly over to you, you put the bag under your butt. I place both of my hands on your head and run my fingers through your hair. I massage your scalp. I remove the rubber band from the pony tail, and stand in front of you. Playing with your hair massaging your neck and head. You close your eyes, I feel you relax. I push your head to rest against my stomach, as I put you into a deeper trance. Read more »