Exploring my BFF : Another collab with u/chen969… Thank you so much for working with me again <3 My very first lesbian story…

“Oh you’re here!”, my best friend, Joy exclaims as she opens the door. I smile and let my eyes take her in. Her bright eyes seem to twinkle. Long dark lashes that graze those lovely high cheekbones when she blinks. Her soft lips stretched into that familiar grin. Her long dark hair piled messily onto her head, leaving her broad shoulders bare. Her breasts, rounded and perky; they look like they would fit the palm of my hand perfectly. Her nipples visible through her thin shirt as they pebble in the cool night’s air. She’s wearing shorts, so her long legs are left bare.

She clears her throat, snapping me out of my reverie. 

“Are you going to come in?”

“Right”

I follow her into the house, and I’m greeted warmly by her parents. I’ve known them for so long we’re practically family. 

“She’s my friend not yours”, Joy tells her parents. They laugh as she pushes me impatiently toward her bedroom. 

Spring Breeding [M/F, impregnation, oral, vaginal, BDSM, dom/sub, group/public, erotica] (AmethystMare)

With the lusts of spring in the air, two randy lady-furs can’t resist the lure of some spring breeding from a stud of a stag!

As always, I am open for commissions starting at 30 GBP per 1,000 words – please e-mail arianmabe[at]gmail.com for more information or see my profile!

“Have you called him yet?”

Oni hissed, the black and red vixen rocking and grinding, her sex stuffed with a thick dildo, though it was not enough. The sofa was already soaked with her juices as she licked her lips and howled out her pleasure, though the rod of her cock was not something that could soothe the edge of her need in a moment like that.

The phone pressed to the side of the hermaphrodite’s face crackled with static and she swore, cunt ablaze, seemingly with the kind of lust that she could not sate for herself.

“Yeah…” Her friend, Squishy, on the other end of the line, was just as bad as her, though the feline surely rang through with a deeper, even more feral need. “You can come over… He’s…unff…getting here…soon…”

My teacher made me a women [FF]

I come from the family of religious middle class family staying in the suburbs, far from urban reality. Being only 2 kids meant my parents had all the time and focus for me and my step sister. I was watched upon all the time. My room did not have a door to avoid me doing any “sinful” acts while alone. and I dint have a phone until I finished school. To make matters worse me and my step sister were home schooled to avoid exposure to the bad ones out there. Only female teachers were allowed to come home and teach us. What we watched on tv was controlled. The only sex related knowledge I had was what I received from my biology teacher, Samantha by the age of 17. She was a savior and had she not been there I would have never known about my inner hunger. I liked her a lot; she was the only one who understood me. The teachers were the only ones I was trusted with as both my parents worked, and teachers would sort of babysit me through out the day too.

First Night in Iraq [MF]

“Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.” –Flavia Weedn

April 2003. Baghdad had just fallen, Saddam was on the run, and coalition forces were converging to secure the city. I was 23 years old, in the Army, and waiting with my unit in Kuwait for our turn in the convoys.

My unit had both men and women, and we were arranged into teams of 6-8 that worked and lived closely together. Training, living, laughing, and arguing for months both back in the U.S. and now in Kuwait.

One of my teammates was Paula. Even 18 years later, I still remember the first time we looked into each other’s eyes. The energy when our eyes met was instant and endless. She cocked her head to the side a bit and smiled, and I think we both knew what would happen.

Paula was only a few years older than me. Shorter by about 8 inches, dark hair, cherub smile. Hair normally pulled back in a pony tail, minimal makeup. Amazing body that had to be hidden under desert camo.

My Notes (Chapter 2) [Fdom] [FM] [Feet] [Str8] [PIV] [Cun] [Denial]

My Notes
Erotic fiction by A. Bond

Topics: Male/female heterosexual, foot fetish, bored/ignored, cunnilingus, PIV
Tags: [Fdom] [FM] [Feet] [Str8] [PIV] [Cun]

Chapter 2: A reveal

# Night Review
After the night where she’d pegged me and then teased and masturbated in front of me just to then leave me harder than a statue it was a few days before we got to talk about the experience. I’d gone to my notebook and folded down multiple pages the next day: Be denied the opportunity to orgasm; get to watch her masturbate right in front of me; taste her off of a toy/strapon; be peed on in the shower.

“Are we going to talk about the other night sometime?” I asked her when we both weren’t too busy.

“Sure, what?” a soft answer.

“Well, it was great for me – I just wasn’t sure what you thought about it all. I know some of that is newer to you and just; I don’t know.”

She shrugged as if this new branching of her willingness and confidence was nothing at all to her. “Guess I was just in the right mood and thought you might like it.”

Jacuzzi Hijinks [Exhibitionist][Voyeur?]

     We are in the Jacuzzi of our hotel at around midnight. There is one other couple sitting across from us, completely in their own world. As we relax we see them began kissing tenderly. She is rubbing his chest as their kissing becomes more passionate. I lean over and begin to softly kiss your neck.

     She climbs over his lap straddling him as they continue to kiss. We are both watching them and starting to grow more bold as I work my way up to your lips, kissing you passionately. There doesn’t appear to be anyone else around as we grow more bold in our actions. I reach up to squeeze your breast over your bikini top, teasing your nipple between my fingers. They other couple seems to be following suit as the girl grinds her hips into her partner rhythmically.

     You take the cue I have given you, this is now a competition with these two strangers. You reach over and begin massaging my bulge through my board shorts. The girl opens her bikini top, allowing it to slip down so her partner can feast on her ample tits. I follow suit, undoing your top so that I can tease and suck on your sweet pierced nipples. I begin slowly rubbing your pussy thru your bikini bottoms, tracing over your slit.

[M]y wi[f]e took cock like a champ then came while coated in cum

My wife sucks dick like a pornstar. I don’t mean she’s wearing a ton of makeup and doesn’t get started without being paid, I mean she opens her mouth and lets me abuse it like she’s on a casting couch trying to make a name for herself in rough videos.

This was all her doing too, when first began dating I was so gentle with her, but she was always working to take more of me in at once. Or grabbing my ass to hold me in too long. I asked her to marry me for many reasons, but I’d be lying if I said her ability to literally fist her own mouth wasn’t one of them.

I’d had a rough few weeks. Quarantine is hard on us all, and I’d been feeling fed up. We had talked about trying free-use but our work schedules didn’t really make it easy for either of us to take advantage of each other. And I’d had enough.

Morning Shower [M/F]

The sound of the shower running wakes me up. I push the blanket off of me and get up, stretching my arms high in air, shaking off any lingering stiffness in my body. I turn my attention to the bathroom door, left ajar. I make my way inside to find steam rising from behind the shower curtain, and your towel hanging from the towel rack. I smile at the devilish idea forming in my head. I grab the shower curtain and pull it to the side, revealing you in all your glory. Slightly startled, your look of surprise quickly melts into a smile of relief. “You scared me there, dummy,” You tell me as you rub shampoo into your hair.

“I’m so sorry,” I half-heartedly apologize, “Is there any way I can make it up to you?”

“I’m sure I can think of something,” you answer coyly, running your hand down my arm. I take your touch as an invitation to enter the shower. The hot water hitting my body draws a sharp breath from my lungs as my body adjusts to the temperature. I hold my head under the running water to wet my hair, and in doing so our bodies touch. The feeling of your slippery skin rubbing against mine sends a pleasant sensation throughout my body, and in response I feel my heart rate quicken.

A Tale of Two Nerds

We were walking back across campus in the cool fall evening after our second date. You took my hand and I could feel you give my fingers an extra squeeze occasionally as we chatted. I felt more and more drawn to you – your stories of growing up were at times so funny I was crying with laughter. I could hear in your voice how much you cared for your family and friends and I really liked that side of you. It didn’t seem strange at all to share my own stories, including some painful ones that I usually didn’t share even after I knew someone for much longer than I’d known you. We were clearly very comfortable with each other already and it was definitely a new experience for me so soon in a relationship. Underneath our lively chatting, I could feel the sexual tension and that added such an exciting dimension to our dynamic. Sweet, funny and emotionally available was attractive enough but there was that something extra – that chemistry that it’s either there or not. It was definitely there for me and based on how often you found an excuse to touch me tonight – including sneaking a few deep kisses – I was pretty optimistic that you felt it too.

First time sex

I first saw her in class. She sat beside me, and was fairly attractive, with long, dark hair and lovely blue eyes. As time passed we became good friends, and started spending more time with each other. I never thought of her as anything more than a friend, though, and I assumed that she felt the same.

That was, until my friends started teasing me. “You want to fuck her, don’t you?” They said, laughing as they watched me stare at her. I laughed it off with them, but since that day my thoughts changed. No longer was she a friend, she was a potential partner – and I did Alli could to make it so.

I started with small things. Asking her about her romantic interests, I tried to see whether she liked me back, but everytime she simply giggled and ignored the question.

Getting frustrated, I tried escalating my methods. Once, I even flat out asked whether she would kiss me if she was dared to, but she seemed uneasy so I backed off. In the days after that I thought of her more than ever, getting an erection every time I saw her and masturbating to photos if us together. It was five days after the incident that I decided to do it – either she would have sex with me, or I would cut ties with her.