Tag: G-spot

Translated Skills (MF)(FF)(Massage)

I love giving sensual massages. The things is, I generally only have one person I’m giving massages to at a time. I sometimes place ads looking for a woman who would enjoy a good, quality sensual massage. Sometimes there is only one massage that occurs. More often, however, there will be several over a period of time.

I always take it as a compliment when a lady would like to return for more. It’s also good for her because each subsequent massage will be better than the previous, to a point. No two bodies are alike and no two respond the same. Therefore, the more I learn about a specific woman, the more likely I am to find all the right areas to achieve maximum pleasure.

When I am in the middle of a series, I don’t look for new partners. I enjoy the exploration of the current lady. Sometimes someone I haven’t seen in a while will ask and I usually say yes, so that is an exception to the norm. This process has led to some unique friendships. I’m not seeking any romantic entanglements but there is something about touching another person’s body for a couple of hours that bonds you. Read more »

Nicole’s Thong Chapter 3: Combined Nicole’s and Todd’s Stories

*Nicole’s Bedroom: Sunday 03 August 2014 23:07 HRS*

**Nicole**: It is now Sunday night, and I am naked as I type this. God, I am so wet right now from the things I am going to write about that I have to sit on a towel. I was wet and leaking through my white G-String Thursday night when I wrote my story, and the same would be true tonight, except I opted to be totally nude. I have another zip lock bag ready for Todd that has two thongs that are literally floating in pussy juice. There was a huge puddle in the middle of my bed Thursday night after I was done.and I used my towel to soak it up. When I went out of my room to get a new zip-lock baggie, I pushed my tiny G-string all the way into my pussy, and after I wrung my juice from the towel into the bag, I slowly and carefully pulled my G-string out of myself and put it into the baggie as well. Read more »

A girl’s obsession with cum: no pill [MF]

As I said in another post, my obsession with cum drives me to do stupid things more often than not. This particular aspect of my obsession is no different, and I know, it is dumb and a risky game to play.

When I first became sexually active, as a teen, I asked guys to use condoms, as I was not on the pill. I hated condoms more than anything, but I didn’t want to get pregnant. A bit later, I started on the pill, and while it was such a relief to say bye-bye to condoms, I noticed a drastic difference in how sex felt for me. My vagina was drier and I wasn’t as horny any more. Some women report an increase in sex drive, [unfortunately for me](https://www.buzzfeed.com/caseygueren/birth-control-and-your-sex-life), I had the drive but not the internal juices to go with the drive.

So at some point in college, I decided to stop the pill for a bit. I learned about [the rhythm method](https://www.mayoclinic.org/tests-procedures/rhythm-method/about/pac-20390918), and decided to give it a try. Sex started to feel incredible again, my juices were freely flowing, and when a guy came inside me, the cum would feel so good in my vagina, when before it was kind of desensitized. The problem was, that guys freak out to know that a woman is not on the pill, and would decide to pull out last second, instead of giving me the cum I hankered for. Read more »

The Fountain of Youth … a true story from yesterday

*The Fountain of Youth … a true story from some day*

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I fucked a young girl last night, 16 years old, perfect and ripe. I see nothing wrong with it and there were no bad vibes in any way. For everybody’s relaxation, I should add that I’m 26, so there’s a decade between us, and I’m a bit of a late bloomer, so I havn’t tried being with someone her age even when I were younger. Most of the girls I’ve been with today have been anywhere between 22-30, so in a way I feel like I’m reddeming my lost teens and all those past years I for some reason were shy, insecure and interested in other things. (This affair is still going on btw, we both instantly clicked and were each others absolute objects of desire from the time we met last night in a small provinsial town after I took the train to see her and her 18 year old friend, half expecting to have my first threesome, since they sent me snapchats of each other and my new love told me her friend thought I was cute). Read more »

Who the fuck is named Natas? (NSFW/creepy)

Author note: this is my first time writing anything. I was just bored tonight and wanting something spooky to do. So I made a creepy erotica. Well, the first part at least. Sorry if it’s all fucked up, I really don’t know what I’m doing. Let me know if I should continue though.

Chapter I: Who the fuck is named Natas?

There’s no fucking milk in here. One of the rare times I actually let myself run out of milk and of course I get a killer 3-am-milk-craving right now. Actually the clock on the microwave says 3:33 so I guess we can round that up to a killer 4-am-milk-craving. Only I’d be looking for milk at four in the middle of the night, only fucking me.

Anyway, I can’t remember most of last night but I know it involved sweaty Hallow’s Eve costume sex (yup, slutty devil she was – you guessed it) and evidently, me chugging what milk I had left to try to get the ecstasy to wear off faster and rehydrate after the hours of sex. Read more »

It happened again. [MF]

Haven’t had much to mention [since my last post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9l87mm/fucking_the_ex_mf/). She hadn’t been interested in doing anything, and my attempts to get things going were met with a firm “Go find another lady to play with”. Well, I already have, but that’s none of her business at this point. We’ll come back to that.

That changed today. She came downstairs to get ready for work wearing a sleeveless dress which I initially assumed didn’t have a bra on under it. I offered to play with her tits for a bit before work, and she informed me that she was wearing a strapless bra. I confirmed that by reaching around from behind her and giving her breasts a firm squeeze, rubbing over her already-hard nipples, which were poking through the material. She let out a groan of pleasure and I knew that I had her again. I played with her breasts with one hand while I used the other to reach under her dress to check out the panty situation.

She typically wears your bog-standard cotton mom panties when she goes to work, but as I had already suspected she was wearing one of her lacy thongs. I gave her ass a squeeze, then a smack, before grabbing the back of her undies, pulling the material tight over her pussy. That got a “fuck” and another groan out of her. Read more »

The Elusive Orgasm [MF] [Massage]

“I haven’t had an orgasm without doing it myself ever,” she wrote. “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have one without touching myself.”

She was responding to an ad I had posted specifically for women who had trouble experiencing an orgasm without taking matters into their own hands. After giving many massages, I came to realize how much of a frustration this is for many women. There can be many barriers for a woman and a massage is the perfect way to begin to work toward orgasmic freedom.

A massage is about relaxing the body and the mind and getting in touch with the sensations in your body. That is a real massage, not the random rubbing around some people try to pass off as a massage. An erotic massage or sensual massage takes things further and focuses on bringing sexual pleasure.

Deborah was the woman on the other end of the email. She was definitely interested in the experience and wanted to know more. I explained to her my process and then waited for a response. It was a day later when I heard back. She was still very interested. I could almost hear the yearning for release in her words. She told me a little about herself. 53, married, professional and sexually frustrated most of the time. Read more »

The War Goddess [MF][oral][Fdom][PIV][Fantasy]

*In the beginning, the world was brought forth like an egg cracking open, and from within the shell spilled forth the soil and the seas, the wind and the clouds and the sky as blue as ever you saw it. Life sprouted among the tumultuous churning of the world, and split into all things as we know them; fish and birds and beasts and bees, and plants too numerous to count. And man, of course, born of woman and of himself, perpetuating to even the farthest corners of the continents. Spreading like mold on old bread, mankind spilled forth and laid claim to everything that the sun touched, from the meekest creeks to the mightiest rivers. They built and they produced, and they dreamed, schemed and multiplied like vermin. Because they, of all the living things, were favored by the Gods.* Read more »

My Maid and I – Our First Time

Hi, I’m a dude, and I live in an apartment with my maid. She’s Filipino, we’re actually pretty good friends, and it’s a rather respectful relationship. It’s a long story. But what isn’t a long story is how our relationship went from professional to something much more passionate.

I had already seen more of her than what polite society would call proper, and it had given me more than enough to fuel my fantasies for a few weeks. [Having seen her fingering herself while sniffing my underwear](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9he4x4/my_maid_and_i_a_forbidden_glimpse/), it was quite the challenge maintaining an air of courtesy and politeness around her when all I wanted to do was ravage her dripping wet cunt whilst she straddled my face and stuffed my dick down her thr-

Yeah. It was a hard couple of weeks.

A sunny Saturday morning came to pass and we met on the living room couch, chilling and sipping on our own cups of hot coffee, mulling about our day in the cool morning air. We talked a bit about our plans for the day, laughed a little at some witty remark or banter, and just generally hung out. There was a lull in the conversation, and she turned to her cellphone, when something caught my eye. Read more »

The Bus trip

**The Bus Trip**

Disclaimer: Please note that I am german who just wants to write about his fantasies. Due to this it may be possible that the english used in the story is not 100% accurate.

Also please be aware that this story is largely a sexual story. Reader discretion is adviced. With that being said: Please, sit back and enjoy the story.

4:42PM. The bus is almost empty, heading to my town next. Sendenhorst. It came from Wolbeck and went over Albersloh, following the path through numerous peasantries. Most people taking this bus come from Albersloh, and almost everyone went off when the bus arrived in their village. Just some single kids and teenagers coming from Sendenhorst are still in here, although we are a minority.

I know them all by name: Max, Malisa, Chris, Aida and Steven. And there is me, Ince. I know what you are thinking, what a stupid name, but concider this: I do not like people, and I do not want to tell everyone my name. And Ince is the short form of incertae, which is latin and means “uncertainty”. Maybe you’ll get why. Anyway, that’s beside the point. Read more »