Tag: G-spot

The first time [anal] [F32, M37]

I don’t recall when or how it was first brought up. The messages between us in those early days made it quite clear that nothing was off the table. When it came to anal sex, it was something we both admitted we were keen to try, but I didn’t know that was in today’s plans when I left my house to meet you.

(Fully formatted story can be found on my website [here](https://sextoyreviews.uk/the-first-time/) but I wanted to share this one as I really enjoyed writing it…).

I arrive at the hotel.
You’re already there; you’ve checked in, and you tell me to come directly to your room where you’re waiting for me. To prove it, you’ve send me a picture of your erect cock. So perfect, and all for me. A shiver of lust goes down my spine.

As you open the door, I can feel my heart thumping, caused by a mixture of nerves and arousal. Our meetings have always left me satisfied, but wanting more of you.

You don’t even kiss me hello, but instead lead me straight to the bed and sit down. You have a plan. Read more »

Submit part 4 [M30/F20][Kidnapped][CNC][BDSM]

Day 6:

“Wakey Wakey Slut!” You hear from the open door. Your eyes flutter open as you regain consciousness. You look down at yourself with blurry eyes- your body still covered in dry red wax. Your hands still tied above your head and legs crossed over and restrained. Your body was too exhausted to thrash, to tired from yesterday to rebel. You just lay there, your head turned to watch him come towards you.

“Glad to see you’re awake! I think after yesterday you have learnt your lesson- wouldn’t you agree?” He says, smiling down at you with a soft and gentle voice- very different from the past few days.

“Mhmm.” You respond, nodding your head with some fear in your eyes.

“Use your words slut. You’ve got a mouth for a reason.” He says, walking to the end of the bed, his hands behind his back.

“Yes sir.” Read more »

I Was Used in Public Parking Lot – Experience of Shy and Submissive Hotwife [MF]

My husband and I have been exploring the lifestyle for about nine months. I do love being shared, but by nature, I am a more shy and submissive woman. Always happy and bubbly, but timid nonetheless.

So this story starts this past summer. I had been talking to a man who was an experienced Dom. Our kinks just seemed to align perfectly. We decided to meet for coffee to see if there was a connection. I can’t explain how aroused and wet I was the entire time we had coffee. He was polite, handsome and put together. He spoke with authority… a genuine interest, asked me questions and made sure I was comfortable. As soon as I left coffee, I got into my car, spread my legs and immediately started to play with myself. I was so wet the inner thighs of my pants were damp. He very obviously made an impression.

We decided to meet the next day. He asked me if I would bring him a coffee to his office. It took me hours to get ready. I wasn’t sure what would happen, but I didn’t want to disappoint him. I put on a black lacy bodysuit, tight black pants and a light beige sheer top. Read more »

College dorm with best friend [F][NB]

Everything that happened to me was consensual. I kind of have a free use kink and my best friend took advantage of that fact when I wasn’t in a relationship with anyone; perfectly fine with me. ^__^ This was a while ago so I did take a few storytelling liberties on the bits I couldn’t fully remember what was said. It was also my first time with a girl.

Okay so it was in the 3rd quarter of my freshman year of college and this girl I met my very first day of college let’s call her S has pretty much become my best friend. (She still is and threesomes with her are so fun!) I was highly attracted to her the first time I laid eyes on her. She has small boobs, naturally white blonde hair and she does the tips hot pink. She always wears black with other vibrant colors; basically an emo with color. lol Read more »

Hubby wanted playtime. [M][NB]

This happened recently with my Hubby, and we gave each other consent years ago.

Well…I was playing video games in bed when my hubby quite high (marijuana) takes off his shirt and crawls over to me and starts kissing my neck then says “play with me” all husky like.

I instantly gush and drop my game controller; we make out while I undo his pants and roll him onto his back (still kissing). I sit up pull his pants off with a happy no underwear surprise. Now I’m standing at the end of the bed looking at him dick already sprung to life, such a nice view.

I pull off my sweater (it’s cold here) and toss it. He grins I’m not wearing a bra. I straddle him even though I still have pants on and continue making out with more tongue while grinding on his dick.

Now I was already wet so once I rubbed enough to soak through my pants I stand on the bed and drop them. He helps pulling them off the second foot tossing them aside. Like him I’m also not wearing any underwear. Read more »

My Graduation Night [M39/F22] [Age-gap] [Short-story]

How I learned I only need to fuck older men.

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Dr. Wallace had been my academic advisor since freshman year and while at first there was a lot of tension between us due to him being a hard ass and me being free-spirited, we ended up bonding over my college career. He gave me research opportunities, insight on who to network with and wrote me outstanding letters of recommendations to my post-grad colleges. I ended up getting accepted into my school of choice despite my 3.8 GPA.

We became close enough where I invited him to my graduation dinner the night of my ceremony. My family and him were enjoying themselves discussing science, philosophy and how proud of me they were. It was pretty cringe worthy, but after a couple drinks I was joining in. At the end of dinner I felt Dr. Wallace slip his hand on my thigh under the table. My heart stopped and I didn’t know what to think. Dr. Wallace was handsome, there was no doubt about it, with a tall and slender body. But the idea had never seemed to cross my mind due to how close knit our professional relationship was. Once dinner ended we all parted ways and I stopped at the bar for one last hurrah. Read more »

[F18/M18] Sundays Are For Church

This is an excerpt from a series of stories of mine I wrote for a publisher who disappeared off the face of the planet and which I’ve been wanting to revisit since that venture fell through. I hope you guys enjoy it! Any and all feedback is very much appreciated.

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All the talk of Alan has Heather dreamily thinking about the boy for the rest of Saturday and well into church on Sunday morning. His family sits a few rows ahead of them and so she gets the pleasure of admiring his head of curly dark hair and when he glances around the pleasant shape of his face and those blue eyes and–

Yes, it’s puppy love. That’s what her mom calls it. But it’s been puppy love for a year. Well, on-and-off. Sure, there’s been other boys when they were on ‘break,’ dinner dates and movie nights and totally romantic kisses on her porch before they leave, but still, her heart just always comes back to Alan. And since she’s been thinking about the fact that Jeff Carter might possibily have a thing for her, she’s been a bit on.. edge. There’s a familiar warmth in her loins and a desire for satisfaction that her fingers simply can’t find. Read more »

Stepsister’s Secret [M18] [F19] [Stepsister]

I was going to miss my stepsister when she left for university. Partly because she was good company, but mostly because she was all I had cum to since I was a teenager. She was tall, about 5’10, with long blonde hair that accentuated her slender figure. She was thin boobs and an arse that were small but shapely. Over the years she had gotten more comfortable, and I savoured every time she sauntered around the house braless or just in her panties. I would feel my dick grow and throb every time I caught a nipple poke through the fabric of her shirt, or a flash of colour as her panties poked out from under her shirt.

As she got closer to leaving she started to act differently. Sometimes I swore it was all in my head, but deep down I knew it was true. How touchy she’d become, how she began to tease me. I remember one morning she came up behind me and hugged me, her slender arms wrapping around my body. This wasn’t unusual, what was is how she disengaged. As she left her hug she dragged her arms slowly across my chest, gently applying pressure. Then she teased under the collar of my shirt with her fingers, feeling across my chest. She paused for a moment, before leaving with a skip and a giggle. Read more »

[MF] My Married Friend

Grace and I had been friends for a long time. Always flirty but never quite acting on it. We would drunkenly cuddle together or play strip poker sometimes. But she was married (albeit polyamorous) and her husband was only cool with her hooking up with girls. I was trying not to be that guy anymore, but I was definitely walking the line.

One night we were in my apartment listening to music and playing trivia. It was summertime so that was the pretense we used for slowly removing clothing as we drank merrily and loudly. So there we were in our underwear, shooting the shit about nerd stuff (anime, scifi, hipster music, etc) when she sort of bluntly tells me that she and her husband are seperated – likely soon to be divorced. I was absolutely floored. After a couple of awkward shots she (once again, bluntly) asks if she can kiss me. “Uh, of fucking course you can,” was my response. Her lips were soft and wet, her breath hot. We’d been flirty before but never kissed, it felt nice. Read more »

Sedan Jungle in the Roaring Rain [37M/21F][Daddy Dom][DDlg][Rough Sex][Car Sex][Multiple Orgasm][Blowjob][Breeding]

Ever since that moment happened during the middle of the night on a stormy Sunday late one summer, I still can’t help but constantly think about how wonderful and rough and steamy my sex session in the backseat of a black Cadillac with my daddy.

It all began on a stormy night, it was 12:30 am and I was wearing a cute mocha plaid jumper dress with a white Polo shirt underneath. I was quietly sneaking out of my room and out of the house through the squeaky screen door going into the patio and slowly opening the gate before running from the pouring rain holding my llama plushie, who I lovingly call my Llamie and my rose gold smartphone. In front of me was his Cadillac, the lights off but the radio still on, struggling my way through the muddy hill and getting in the backseat where he was, wearing a hoodie and Batman pajama bottoms. as soon as i sat down next to him, I held onto my llama as we kissed as he lightly touches my boobs, our tongues wrestling with each other, our lips becoming one, whiskers lightly tickling me. He tasted so sweet and of a gentle ocean breeze, rolling and crashing the waves and bursts of forbidden fruit growing from strange, unworldly trees. Read more »