Tag: G-spot

At work with FWB in the walk-in cooler

Andi and I had been friends all through high school. We had dated a few times, but our “relationship” never seemed to deepen too far, which wasn’t the worst thing to have happen in high school. Even though our emotional relationship plateaued relatively quickly, our physical relationship continued to blossom. We communicated well, and both comfortably held the same perspective on our physical relationship. We were having a lot of fun with each other, and were learning as we went along.

She had gladly given me her virginity as part of this friendship, and she also had a natural propensity for giving head. I don’t know where she learned her technique, but I like to think it was simply from all of our practice. Also, she loved to swallow my cum. With her first blowjob, and every single one following that, she eagerly swallowed every drop. Andi had an incredible body! She was petite and curvy; a well stacked 5’2”. Her 36D breasts were full, firm, and hung perfectly on her 18-year-old frame. Her curves continued on to her ass, which fitted her frame well. Her pussy was a thing of beauty, and she enjoyed showing it off to me and using it to draw me in. Her clit was easily encouraged, revealing itself nicely when aroused. Read more »

Sometimes no late-night transport can be a good thing [MF]

I’ve got another story or two about Joanna and I. Last time I mentioned her boyfriend Sean, who for reasons known only to himself would just book a seat on the next train out of the city and disappear into the countryside for a few weeks or months at a time. Turns out that she wasn’t the only one having clandestine hook-ups: he also did it too with various women in other towns while he was away. She wasn’t impressed when she found out, but she never told him about our little adventures.

This particular night happened during one of Sean’s getaway trips. Joanna had gone to see a band perform in the city, and stayed back to try to get photos with them and chat to them (you sometimes get lucky with indie gigs in cosy venues) but thanks to this city's terrible public transport of an evening, she missed the last train home. I’m winding down for the evening in my flat on the other side of the river, and she calls me to tell me what’s happened. Read more »

[fm] A Growing Desire, Part 1

Typically, I post to Literotica. But I've decided to share a few stories here. Enjoy.

I kept having the same dream. Not that that's anything new. I'll have recurring dreams about losing my makeup, missing a flight, failing out of school. But I usually don't have these types of dreams. The ones where I wake up in the middle of the night feeling guilty, ashamed, and incredibly wet. Guilty because my boyfriend would be gently asleep next to me, unaware what filled my dreams. Ashamed because, well, I love sex. I love the way it feels when my boyfriend pushes deep inside of me, the way he touches me, kisses me, and whispers how much he loves me. I love it when he spanks me. I love it when he takes control of me. Read more »

My Alicia, part 2. [f+f]

First, I'd like to genuinely thank everyone for the response to my last post. Alicia was someone I never thought I'd speak about publicly as no one currently knows of my bi-sexual past except for my SO. Even he doesn't know how involved it got.

Alicia and I lay on her bed, talking about the complexities of the universe in our post sex glow. It was funny, meeting through our ex-flames as we did. She stroked her fingers along my arm and watched them travel down, sliding them under my arm to rest on my hip. She pulled me in close and gave me the most warm, affectionate hug I’d had in months. I nuzzled into her neck and just breathed in. Her hair smelled like flowers and her skin had that slightly sweet smell of sweat and sexual release. I was enamored.

She leaned in and pressed her cheek against mine as she whispered “Ready to go again?” I stiffened in the embrace, a blush returning to my face as I realized what a ridiculous reaction it was. Of course I was ready. “Uhm…” I mumbled against her skin, “I could be persuaded. Yes.” I smiled to myself as she laughed. Read more »

My Alicia. [f+f]

I was still young and figuring out where I wanted to go, sexually. I met her in class and we had some mutual friends. Something just… sparked as we talked to each other. I think we talked on the phone for 12 hours in the span of three days, and I hated talking on the phone with most people. She came up to me after about three weeks and slid her fingers between mine. I looked up in total surprise, but she just smiled this knowing smile and I blushed furiously under that gaze.

I had broken up with a very short-term boyfriend from our friend circle maybe a week before she made her move, and she had just ended a friends-with-benefits situation with another guy from our group. We walked the halls hand-in-hand and word spread through our group like wildfire. My ex was still bitter about the break-up, and I’d heard through our friends that he’d said “I can’t believe Jamie’s ex is dating my ex. What the fuck is up with that?” In secret, he told me years later, he fantasized about Alicia and me. Read more »

This one time, at work…..[pt 2][MF]

As 'ex machina' as it sounds, we are fortunate enough to park in a secluded area of the property. It's not completely free of people, and coworkers, walking around but it's not a high traffic area either. This is important because no girl I've been with has ever really been 'comfortable' with public sex (or anything past second base). I don't have a large car, and it began to dawn on me, as I sat her on the side of the hood, that there would actually be no place to have sex. Now would be a good time to describe what she wore, on that lovely body. Tonight was a different night, the dress code was more casual and she actually planned on meeting friends at a bar, so she had a dress on. Not a tight one, but not one that was too flowing either. It was black, and she wore some sporty cowgirl boots. The top hung off her should, with tiny straps keeping it from falling off her upper arms. It didn't show a lot of leg, which seems strange for a dress that cut above the knee, but the top more than made up for it with her exposed shoulders and neck line. Read more »

The Leggy Blonde (MF) Part 1

We were working on a group project for class, myself, another guy and… we'll call her Olivia. I lived just off campus so we all went to my place to work on it. After a couple hours the other guy left for an evening class and it was just Olivia and I.

Olivia is something: tall, in fact my height 5'10", slender build, looooooong legs, a cute and shapely ass, breasts just big enough to hold on to, and cute face. And the shorts she was wearing showed off everything. To be honest, I wasn't expecting anything to happen, she hadn't given me any outward signs and, from past experience women that tall, they usually like guys taller than them. But after our partner left, she said that she didn't want to leave and sit in traffic to get home. I said she could stay for a bit and awkwardly asked if she wanted to watch something on Netflix, we turned on How I Met Your Mother and made small talk. Read more »

A GW GW story?

I’m nervous: Terribly nervous. I’m about to meet my first date in forever. This new person is about to walk into my life. I think on the thrill of possible outcomes: The fear of possible rejection. In reality it was always rare for me to ask anyone out, but that’s not saying I’m inexperienced: The contrary, but it’s just been a long, long time. I sit here waiting by the plush marble and rose wood elevators. I know the girl who’s coming now but I feel the butterflies of this inevitable and strange experience. I’ve chosen our rendezvous carefully, an elegant, discrete hotel. Neither of us have space or privacy in our lives. My date lives at home and I’m relying on friends as I work through a difficult divorce. So I planned this; A wonderful spa hotel, easy to excuse, with no terrifying fallout if our experiment fails to spark chemistry. A movie meeting that doesn’t happen in our real lives. We met months ago. In a strange mix of luck and, well, just pure blind luck. It was a not so innocent message to a beautiful girl. I wanted to talk to her, turn her on. She is an unreachable, unobtainable, beautiful woman, posting on GW, popular on GW. Somehow our stilted conversation progressed, as if by chance. And we hit it off. We talked, and talked, all the time, making each other laugh. We exchanged numbers. We both obviously had others to talk to, a list of online potential dates. Read more »

[MF] In the coffee shop bathroom

Hello /r/gonewildstories. This is my first post here but I have plenty more to tell if you ask nicely. ;)

Every summer during college I went go home to the other side of the country. While I loved seeing my family and friends, the main attraction was Tyler. Tyler and I dated on and off since I started college, mainly due to long distance issues. Romantically we were off at the time, but the mutual attraction was certainly still there. Even when we were apart, we didn't want anyone else. We had a magnetic chemistry that always left us wanting more of each other.

I knew I would see Tyler at a coffee shop where we were meeting a mutual friend who was also visiting from out of town. I was the first to arrive there so I ordered a drink and took a seat. I was in a spot where I could see someone clearly before they walked in. Read more »

Hosting our first sex party

The fire has cooled some since Saturday, when we were still in the throes of the feelings unleashed by hosting our first sex party. A sex party can be such a powerful experience that the emotions, feelings, and sensations it generates do not subside immediately, but rather they maintain their heat, like the byproducts of a nuclear reactor. The aftereffects of seeing a dozen people having sex, writing in pleasure, touching each other, and experiencing an ecstasy that cannot be generated any other way save perhaps drugs, religious mania, or, more rarely, that pleasure that one gets when writing pours forth as a result of realization (as is happening now, as I write this).

That party happened almost by accident: we met a woman through a friend we met on Tinder. That friend is deeply into the BDSM and kink scene: he has an organizer's energy and a macher's drive to connect disparate people: sometime we'll write about the time we met him and some of his friends for drinks, only to find that, while we chatted about work or novels, a gorgeous Greek girl with huge tits got tied up and fucked; we eventually did help hold her town while another girl forced to orgasm via a Hitachi Magic Wand. Our narrative, though, is becoming wayward: that woman we met a few weeks ago got divorced not long ago, and as she put she feels like she's "20 again." We can't be entirely sure what that means, as in key metrics we're considerably more sexually active now than we were at that age, but we can say that she's gorgeous, sexually voracious, and totally unapologetic. Read more »