Tag: G-spot

The Good Girl [M/F]

[Names and superfluous events tweaked in the interest of anonymity]

I know this story is a lot longer than most here, and I thought about cutting it down. But to tell the truth our entire encounter was meant to be slow and teasing, so I have kept our story of it the same.

I knew from the first time we talked I was into her. She was young, pale, and skinny with long red hair and gorgeous blue eyes behind a pair of horn-rimmed glasses, beautiful legs and perky breasts, if there was ever a "Sexy Librarian" look, she was the embodiment of it. She was at the end of her teens, I was at the end of my twenties. We talked for hours on the phone the same day we met, going over everything from relationships, to fears, to desires. She wanted to make sure we were as compatible sexually as we were mentally before she wasted any time. Read more »

Meeting for the first time, the extended version [MF] [BD] [sm] [D/s] [spank]

[NB: I posted the first half of this story a ways back, but I'm including it again here for context, so if it seems familiar, keep reading.]

I'm disappointed because you can't come up here, and I'm trying to manage my feelings. I try to let myself feel the disappointment, temper it with rational thoughts. I'm concerned because negative feelings often turn to apathy, and I want to hold onto this. I don't want to tell you I'm disappointed because I'm not sure it's appropriate for me to care, and I don't know if you, like me, get weary when someone cares too quickly. As a compromise to myself, I jokingly say that we should meet in Havana instead, a throwback to my initial message to you. You say, "make it Kingston, and we'll take a puddle hopper." So we do, and you fly the plane. I don't know where or how the arrangements were made for the plane, but it's just me and you. Read more »

You make me expose myself while you stroke yourself on the subway. exhib, m-solo, voy, dom play, humil, reluc, M/ftM

I've been encountering stories of men who like to jack off on the subway. I want to find one of you.

I want you to sit across from me in an empty car and stare at me until I'm terrified. Your face breaks into a delicious smirk and I'm completely thrown off balance. Then you to shift your hips forward to the edge of the seat and sprawl in front of me, with your hard cock pulsing against your jeans. You get harder and I see your cock twitch as you watch my cheeks flush and I part my mouth in shock. I can't hide my arousal from you, it's too intense. You dominate the entire space and fill my senses with your presence. Your scent wafts forward and I taste you on the air. My heart is pounding.

You casually unbutton your jeans and it becomes hard to breath. You slide your zipper down and your cock juts out, riveting my attention. Of course you don't have anything on underneath. You chuckle as I finally suck in a breath of air and slowly, you wrap your fingers around your shaft. My mouth snaps shut. I long to taste you. Read more »

My first-ever FMF threesome – includes D/s play and lots of spanking

This I happened a week ago and I'm still on cloud 9.

The story starts about 10 days ago, with me matching with Melanie on Tinder. Melanie is a 19 year-old rocker chick, in university, and super cool. I made my intentions clear up-front, and she was attracted to me being experienced with BDSM as a dom and my bag of toys.

We met up the same night that we matched. She hadn't really been dommed before, so we discussed what she was into, her past experiences, her comfort level with certain activities, he limits, and safe words. And then we played! I won't get into details, as this encounter isn't the focus of the story, but she had a ton of fun getting spanked, having her throat used, being cum on, having her nipples tortured, being called all kinds of names, and calling me "Daddy". She was on her period, so we didn't fuck. I did, however, order her to masturbate and she came for the first time in someone else's presence.

The next morning, we talked about bringing another girl into the mix. Melanie and never been with a girl and wasn't sure if she was bi. However, she agreed that if I ordered her to lick pussy, she would comply. Read more »

Update 2.1: Tying up the Innocent Girl [m/f]

First off, this is pretty long. Second, this is only part 1 of 2. I hate it when people do that, but it's late and this is as far as I got today.

As I wrote last week, I recently ran into a girl I'd dated in grad school, and we reconnected hard. The chemistry was insane and the sex was like riding a bike.

I was out of town on a business trip through Friday, but had plans to meet up with Caitlin on Saturday night (my flight came in late). We texted all week, and I was reminded of one of her best/worst qualities: her text style. We'll be volleying back and forth, multiple texts a minute, and then… nothing. For eight hours. I'm not sure if she's purposely playing mind games, but she'd pull this shit all the time when we were dating. While it's insanely annoying, it works so well for keeping her in my head all day. Every time my phone goes off, I'm checking it thinking it's her. Kinda pathetic but that's just how this girl gets to me. Read more »

The One Who Got Away, Pt. 1.5 [mf]

Sorry to split the stories in half, but together, it exceeded the character limitation. Thanks for reading!

Dan now alone lived in small apartment in a big city. He had graduated and moved out of the tranquil of New England and into a more bustling environment. He had a good job, he had met some new friends and kept up with old friends. He was relatively happy, in the way that most recent grads are. It wasn’t the same happiness that he had in college, where the most pressing decision is whether to play the latest video game or read the Odyssey, and where the reality of how America works in the twenty-first century only crept sinisterly in the background of booze-fueled partying and a series of inconsequential misadventures. The fact that a college degree was less relevant to having a good life made little dent in the bubble of sex and alcohol and drugs. No, the happiness was rather a realization that the best times were in the past, but good times still remained. Read more »

Finally re-uniting with my FWB [M/F]

I apologize in advance for the super long build up, bear with me…

For starters, I've been single for the past six-plus years, but in the interim, I've had a couple FWB's. My current one I've known for about 4 years, but we haven't done as much as I'd like. Part of the problem is that neither of us live in places that allow for much privacy. But the other part has just left me frustrated…

There are times where my home will be empty for a weekend, and I'll try to get her over, but every time something "comes up" or she becomes harder to get a hold of than someone in the witness protection program.

It all boiled over for me two weeks ago. Empty house, no work obligations, and all I had planned was to have her over and use her. She constantly texts me telling me how she needs it rough, wants to be used, etc…, so I knew what I wanted to do. Read more »

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 »