One of many stories I accumulated during my time whoring around the Army single soldier barracks.

As a civilian I wasn't introduced to the military party life until i was 19 and a girlfriend of mine dragged me along to help me get over a recent breakup I was going through. I was instantly hooked and spent the next 5 years living the wildest lifestyle you could possibly imagine. This is just one of countless stories I have accumulated.

I was 20 y/o and at the time i guess you could say I had a "boyfriend" but I viewed him more as a guy I could go to if I needed something and no matter what it was I could count on him to give it to me without giving him literally anything in return. So one night his roommate was throwing a huge party in their room but my "boyfriend" had duty that night so he would have to miss it.

Around midnight the party hit its peak and as countless faces poured in and out of the room the supply of alcohol only seemed to increase which of course led to my all to common over consumption. Having a year of partying with single military men under my belt had taught me quite a lot but the most valuable thing I learned was this: single military men have money and are all to willing to give it away. So after some trial and error I found my niche; stripping.

Revenge sex with theif’s GF in McDonalds playground. [m/f]

So this happened quite a while ago when i was a young and reckless youth. I was hanging with my mate and was about to go smoke weed with his friends (who i hadn't met) so i was trying to be real nice and even shouted one of them a drink. We get to smoking and turns out it's legals which really fuck you up, being my first time on legals i end up greening out (passing out) and wake up about 30min later with $40 missing from my wallet. Not long after one of the group members returns having shouted everyone maccas even though he's known to be a cheapskate with no money. I accuse him of stealing my money but he denies it and runs off.

How I realized I was truly a submissive slut (Episode IV)

New to gwstories…figured I would make an account for all my hot fetish stories. I'll start with this one… Episode IV: A New Slut.

My boyfriend and I are very sexual and into fetish play. We have done public sex, exhibitionism, oral sharing, 3somes, 4somes with sharing, and also had voyeurs watch us a few times. He got into a moped accident a month ago where he broke his leg, fractured a rib and his wrist, and got his arm and hip scraped up bad. Sex has been difficult and the pain meds make him foggy. I've only been able to ride him a few times and he doesn't cum. I have mostly just been giving him blowjobs, sitting on his face, and he has been fingering my pussy and using my hitachi and butt plug on me. He is an awesome guy and since we play on a few certain websites, he arranged a cuckold fantasy (despite him being dom), where a guy would come over and play with me and make me cum. I don't know if I'll write about that story because it ended up being a little vanilla…for us, anyway.

 

20F Forbidden Desires [MF] [bdsm] [oral] [Fsub] [Mdom]

I have this burning desire and I just have to write it out.

Some backstory: We are officers. I am 20F and he is (I'm guessing) mid-30s. He's my superior. He's also married and has a young child.

I'm an average girl. Some would call me boring. I don't do drugs, I don't drink and I don't party. I'm not wild. I've also never hooked up with anyone before. I've only been with one guy before. I get flustered easily, I'm shy with romance. Don't get me wrong though, I'm not unattractive nor do I have a weak sex drive; I'm just more conserved and shy.

It's late and I'm tired. Work is almost done and I'm definitely ready to go home, relax and sleep. I head over to the office where we report at the end of our shift. Two supervisors await us as we all gathered in the room. In my tired state I look up and I see an unfamiliar face. "I haven't seen you around here" I thought to myself. It is not unusual, as the the roles of our superiors and where they are situated change from time to time. He was tall, built and had a handsome face. That was the first time I remembered seeing him. The next couple of times I saw him he showed up when I was working. He works the night shift so I would see him at the last couple of hours I worked. It was like a treat for a long day of work. We started to talk and I found that not only is he eye candy, he's also easygoing, funny, and great to talk to.

Girls Nights with Southern Waitresses

Somehow, this actually happened to me. I am not a creative writer, but I feel as if GWStories deserves these facts.

Ten years ago I had a lot of money that I didn't earn, a shitty apartment and a slutty girlfriend who was a waitress at a national restaurant chain you have gotten food at after going to the bar. She worked with several other late teens/early 20s chicks who were in that experimental, newfound freedom phase. Also there was a black gay guy. He was always around. Kissed me once but was for the most part a polite voyeur. Anyway, my slutty girlfriend had worked nights with these girls for quite a while and everyone knew each other well. I would sit in my car in back of the restaurant and get all of the employees high when it was their break time. It was fun. Then slut girlfriend decided that they should all party together. It was diceded that the first Sunday of each month would be girls night. All of the girls and the gay guy would come over to our place and we would party. For the first couple of months, things were pretty tame, relative to what happened later. Since it was my place and I supplied drugs for everyone free of cost all of the time, everyone liked having me around. Then for the last three months, things got out of hand.

The Scholarship [FFFm,mast,inc,CEI]

“To friends,” said Sylvia, raising her wineglass.

“To friends!” agreed Meredith, raising hers.

“I’ll drink to that,” Lisa slurred, sloshing her wine.

So far the dinner party had been a success. Her friends had raved over the quality of the meal. Many fun anecdotes had been shared, catching up on the gossip and news. A lot of wine had been consumed.

Sylvia would normally have been very contented at this point of the evening. But she was troubled, distracted. This did not go unnoticed by the other two.

“Sylvia, what’s bothering you?” Meredith asked, creasing her brow.

Sylvia returned her friend’s gaze. Meredith was so prim and proper, and a bit of a prude at times. But she was still very trim and attractive at 60. Blonde hair in a pageboy cut over a symmetrical face with few lines, Meredith looked younger than her age. She was smartly dressed in an expensive tailored dress which accentuated her large bosom without showing any actual cleavage.

Meredith was sort of a mentor to Sylvia, who was 44. Sylvia enjoyed her company and kept Meredith on a pedestal in her mind.

The Test Subject – Part Seven [mT,sci-fi,horror,gore]

Blood and gore warning.

Once again Mark found himself floating in the green goo. The cooking spinach odor made him want to gag.

This shit was getting old. He had been everyone’s passive little plaything for too long. He was their laboratory joke: he was “the human penis”.

He was just their pretty cock toy…a big penis to torture and tease and abuse however they wanted. Hell, the bastards had even sliced it off.

What the fuck did it take to get a promotion around here?

With a small pang of guilt he realized he’d enjoyed more than his share of fun, too. He’d loved the torment. He’d done terrible things to them and to himself. It had brought him new levels of pleasure he’d never known before coming down here. It was why he was here.

But something was very different this time in regeneration.

It wasn’t that he didn’t feel good. No, in fact he felt great! He felt full of energy and really wanted to just stand up and walk out of this vat of nasty green goo.

To hell with it, why not?

[M/F] Hook up with a new friend – Long

warning this story will include drugs

This is the first time I have ever written an account of one of my sexual adventures. I've been thinking about doing this for a long time.

About me: I'm a 6 foot 8, 35 year old male. At the time of this story, I was very thin, probably 160lbs. Which, the girl in this story loved. I will start with one of my experiences, and if all goes well can write about a lot more of them. This story will include drugs and everything else that happened that night. This will be very long as I prefer to tell a real story then just wall of sext. I would also like to find a female editor that would be interested in proofing my stories before I post them as I'm not a writer at all. I generally suck at grammar and punctuation.

Her Mother’s Daughter: Chapter 0 [f/M] [inc]

Note: This story is the continuation of "Mother's Little Helper" and begins roughly with events described in Chapter 4 of MLH. You should read that story before starting this one.

Her Mother's Daughter
Fiction by Evil Little Sister

Prologue

"God, you're so hot!"

"Stop it." I frowned, pushing my boyfriend's hands away, looking over my shoulder and half expecting my mom to be sneaking up behind me.

"Come on, Amy." Greg grinned like a dog and the only reason I was going out with him was because he had a car.

"I said stop!" I slapped at his hand. "We're gonna be late for school."

"Shit, who cares?" He shrugged and his hand was coming back to my thigh, stroking me through my jeans. "Let's ditch, we'll go to my uncle's place."

"Yeah right." I rolled my icy blue eyes. "Last time we did that I got busted. My mom grounded me for a week and drove me to school every freakin' day for a month, remember?"

"I'll call the school." He insisted, sliding his left hand back and forth along my leg, his right arm going around my shoulders.

Cheating with my (f) roommate’s boyfriend. Part 1

Part 1 of a story I wrote based on my experiences.

The apartment door opens, and a familiar smell fills the air. It wasn't the kind of smell that welcomed her when she first moved to America. Her first roommate was another Saudi girl. From the same city Nabila was from, Riyadh. A young woman that attended a nearby school, NYU. When Yasmine came to the US, she developed a keen interest in cooking different kinds of foods. Corn tortillas filled with sliced chicken coated in cumin, dark chili powder and salt, topped with Pico de Gallo, avocado, and cilantro and served with fried sweet plantain. Or steaks fried in homemade maple garlic butter and fresh sprigs of lemon thyme. Or rice served in a stone bowl and topped with spiced ground beef, boiled spinach and bean sprouts coated in garlic, oil and salt, and served with a gojuchang based sauce.

It was always something new. Now, though, now the smell is consistent and… Unpleasant. It was the smell of skunk. Her new roommate and her boyfriend smoked every day. They were nice people, of course, she just missed the daily, delicious meals. Maybe I should learn to cook instead of sulking