collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
A few years back I was looking to start up a FWB relationship. I'm married, but have a drastically mismatched sex drive with my wife. While I would be good having sex 2 or 3 times a day, she's more like once every 2 or 3 weeks. Needless to say I end up wanting it a lot more than I get it. I won't claim that justifies infidelity, but that's where my head was at the time.
I put out the following ad on Craigslist:
I have been reading here for some time, and I thought I would see what I could add. This is my first submission so please be nice.
It is hard to remember all of the college days, but when I think about them there are a handful of girls that come to mind. Lets call this Susan. Susan was a bit of a free spirit. She was an attractive girl. She stood about 5'8" and had light brown hair. Her breasts were perfect by my standards. They were a B cup, small firm nipples, and just the right size areolas. I loved looking at her. Her body was candy to my eyes. My eyes would move down from her smile, to her breasts, over her smooth belly, to her bare pussy, and over her legs. Sitting her now thinking of her makes my lips smile and brings a rise…well you know the location…
Leading up to my birthday, my girlfriend and I began planning a night out. We agreed to stay the night at a local casino, where we could go downtown, gamble, have some drinks (okay, a lot of drinks) and then be able to walk back to our hotel room to do whatever we wanted. One day prior we landed on the topic of control in the bedroom. Not really domination, but the idea of having things one sided and letting one of us call all the shots. I expressed to her that this has been something I wanted to do for a while, though I didn't necessarily care which side I was on; I loved being intimate with her no matter what happened. The hardest part, though, was determining who would get the opportunity to have full control, as I was always shy about asserting myself. At this point she mentioned our birthdays, that since we'd have a place all to ourselves for the night, and as much time as we wanted, for each of our respective birthdays we could make all of the decisions about what happened in the bedroom. I felt this was a great compromise.
Previous stories on me and Alex =>
So me and Alex have been having sex for some time now, trying new things out, experimenting as much as possible and just having fun.
Last weekend out parents were out of town again and I was thinking that Alex will call me and we can meet up and fuck, but Friday came and went and I heard nothing from him. It was Saturday evening and I was getting horny and impatient, we haven’t had sex for two weeks at that point and it was starting to get on my nerves. So I texted him, asked him what he is up to. He said that he is staying at home, going to watch a movie and chill. So I invited myself to his place.
He has told me before how much hot he finds it when girls wear high socks, so as any girl would have done – I went shopping and got every color of high socks I could find. I put on a long sweater and the high socks, imagine something like this
My husband had a group of about 8 guys over the other week for a game day and drinking. That evening most the guys left early but several stuck around to hang out. We cooked some burgers on the grill and I joined them in sitting around since the game was over and I wanted a few drinks. Most my husbands friends are all good guys and I don't mind them being around.
After a few drinks I was feeling a little frisky with all the testosterone that was flowing through the house and asked my husband if he still had that Truth or Dare game installed on his phone. He looked and said yes. The five guys with us all looked a little curious. He explained that I had a freaky side (which several of the guys had seen before) and that everything and anything was on the table with me having the final ability to turn down any dare. It all started off slowly and the first couple rounds were very vanilla.
Notes: This is probably rather mild compared to this subreddit's standard posts! Pretty normal lesbian sex lies within. Also, a little lengthy and not too graphic, but wanted to share nonetheless :)
This all began when I met my boyfriend's buddies for the first time. They are fantastic people, a delightful married couple in their 30s. My partner and I are twenty-somethings and horny as all hell. We have fantasies of all sorts, including cuckolding and the like. I have previously been in a lesbian relationship that lasted over a year and a half, so boobies are still something I like. When I met the wife of this couple, I saw a beautiful woman with a fantastic sense of humor, refreshing perspective, and, okay, massive titties and an ass that filled out some jeans so right. I was in polite company and couldn't fathom that this couple was into swinging, so I dropped the thought of getting my hands on those tits and went home.
In Part I (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3u153i/daddy43m_finally_catches_babygirl23f/) I introduced my new submissive, Sara and described our first face-to-face meeting. I will continue providing updates on the progress of her training in subsequent stories. At this point in time we are about two months in – so I have some catching up to do. The time between our first and second meeting was perhaps two weeks. Sara was having some reservations. It was unclear if it was genuine pangs of conscience or just fear of getting caught – probably both. One thing I have learned about training a sub who is in an otherwise committed relationship, you have to teach them to compartmentalize. You can't equate a Dom-sub relationship with something that is traditionally romantic. I hold no prospect of living together, falling in love, getting married, or otherwise sharing a life. Rather, we have one purpose which is to engage in training and teach her to submit and serve. Sure, there can be kindness, friendship, and small talk, but make no mistake it is a power relationship. Once the sub accepts this, and places our relationship in the proper context, then they find it easier to move forward. I never encourage them to break up, or abandon their significant other. Thus the next phase of Sara's training involved having her internalize these ideas. She continued to check in, follow rules, and one thing I noticed, is that she required very little correction. Sara learns fast and is an eager student. She enjoys turning our motel parking lot encounter over and over in her mind. It is clear she is hungry for the next lesson. As the day approaches for our second encounter, she is excited and wants to know the details of what I have planned. I never divulge too much, only saying we will begin to cover the rules and boundaries in more detail. Time permitting there may be some playtime, and I will introduce her to roleplay. Sara likes this and I have her read a few erotic stories to set the mood. She is a natural babygirl, and loves the idea of the taboo. In fact, I am not sure I have ever met a sub who enjoys discussing Daddy-Daughter roleplay as much as she does. Apparently it has been a dark fantasy of hers for several years, and she has never been able to share it with anyone. I wonder to myself what I have done to deserve such a gift – a young woman, with stunning looks, who is not only a natural submissive, but likes all the dirty kinky things I do. Sara does not appear to be aware of the power of her own sexuality, at least she doesn't flaunt it, or abuse it the way many sexy women do. There is a sort of sexual humility to her.
PixelLad’s Virtual Reality Sex Blog
Apr 21 VR3000 arrived today. So excited. Plugged it in and fired it up immediately. I didn’t pay for the real body scan so there was some nausea when I first jacked in but like the reviews said it went away after the first few minutes. Spent like an hour configuring my avatar. I played tennis and went skydiving and base jumping, basically did all the stuff that came with the system. The most fun thing was the paintball. I’ve been paintballing in the real and it sucked. I was hot and tired after 15 minutes. I can paintball in VR for hours. I don’t have a 100GB/s connection so I couldn’t play online. Also due to the slow connection I have to wait for the drive with Erotica on it. Will be here tomorrow. Can’t wait.
I retired from the military 10 years ago and lost my wife of 22 years to cancer six months later. I went through what I now imagine is a "normal" cycle of grieving, and eventually was left just feeling empty.
Through encouragement from friends, I started dating. I went to dinner and movies with a few women my age, some were Facebook "friends" that I barely remember, but we pleasant enough. One was a blind date my sister arranged. In this case the relationship lasted several weeks, and was put aside mostly due to geography (she was 100 miles away). During this time, I realized I needed a little help, and got a prescription for Viagra. The advertisements are all true. It's a game-changer.
Around this time, I decided to become a teacher (Middle school science). It took a while to become certified, but I like kids, and love science, so it was a good fit. At my first school, I secretly dated a reading teacher around my age. She was exactly what I needed, I guess more of a friend with benefits than anything else. I kept my little blue pill prescription filled.
I recently discussed my sex history with one of my partners. He suggested that I should write the more interesting ones up and post them here.
Over a decade ago, when I was maybe 19-20, I was in a relationship with a cute and funny nerd who I very much enjoy describing as a "Good Catholic boy." Last I heard from him and saw him, he still at least appears this way. He was a mix of German, Scottish and a bit of Irish, tall, dark blonde/brown hair depending on how much time he spent in the sun, and cute in that charming boyish way. We weren't very sexual to start due to my being raised as a repressed Asian who had to act very prim and proper, and he was nervous of scaring off his first girlfriend. To give you an idea as to how proper I acted and how nervous he was of scaring me off, during our very first date, I politely ASKED for my first kiss. "May I kiss you, Chris?"
