Tag: G-spot

Loving Anal (f)or (M)y birthday. [Long]

Details changed slightly, written with omniscient narrator POV. Hope you enjoy my re-telling as much as I enjoyed the actual encounter!

In her mind, nervousness mixed with excitement and self-consciousness as he poured the oil out on his hands. Her skin was already slick with previous applications, and while she liked the feeling of his large warm hands easily gliding across her, she still couldn't help but feel vulnerable. Perhaps even a little silly, especially in this position. She giggled as she thought about all the girls in the class doing "happy baby" next to her, and knew that the next time she did this in class, her mind would come back to this moment. Feet up in the air with hands grabbing toes, her naked torso slick with oil; Her vagina and, even more naughty, her ass on complete display for her man at the end of the bed. She still didn't feel comfortable in this position, but oh, the way he looked at her when she did it made her want to pull him in for a deep kiss. Read more »

Fun rough sex

This happened about 4 years ago with an ex girlfriend of mine.

To give you some background at the time I was 26 and she was 23. We both really enjoyed working out so as such were very fit. She was on the shorter side- around 5'2" with lighter green eyes and dark brown hair and around 110lbs. She was very lean but still had a shape to her. I am 5'10" athletically built with a solid chest and shoulders. Back then I had quite ripped abs….not so much anymore unfortunately.

Anyways, one night we were having dinner and of course a few glasses of wine. We had been dating for about 4 months at the point so we're getting pretty open with each other.

Being young, fit and relatively new to each other our conversations often turned to sex and this night was no different. We started sharing our fantasies and discussion what we both had always wanted to do sexually etc. Her #1 ended up being to be tied up during sex. Mine was to share her with another guy in a mfm threesome. She started asking about that and we got away from hers. Read more »

Another visit to Miss Sable [MF] [ANAL] [ORAL]

"The Bonding" I always love to have her for a full day instead of just the night. I was half her age and I would love to treat her like a proper lady, so the first thing I would do is spoil her with gifts. I would like to have her dressed in a classy way, a black gown or a dress perhaps. I am a gentleman so when I meet her first, I would bring along with me a jewel encrusted butt plug and another plug for the pussy. I would be glad if she let me inspect her love holes and let me plug both the holes myself. And then once we head out of our room, I would love to take her around in the city and hangout at various places and finally take her to buy her a pair of heels of her choice. This is where I tell her, “I would really love to see you wear nothing but the heels.” She blushes. “I shall spoil you with drinks though (I really want to), but not to the point where you get drunk. I wouldn't want you to eat anything throughout the day though (because of obvious reasons)” I tell her. “I getting an idea what you have planned for me”. We talk about each other’s lives for the duration and get to know each other better. I would French kiss her at random times to tease her as I like to make sure her plugged holes get teased from time to time. Read more »

That time I [f]ucked a Tinder guy whose profile only said “British.”

[NOTE: This is my first time posting here! Apologies in advance if my writing style is more rambling/bloggy than titillating; this entry is lifted directly from my diary. I just wanted to share one of my most fun sexual experiences with you all. Quick description of me, to make the story easier for you to picture: 25, Asian, tall, curvy, tan, long wavy black hair.]

Brendan's Tinder profile contained only one word: "British."

And I thought, "Why not?"

I've always found it dumb how Americans would fall for anything if it was said in a British accent, but I can't lie, I was intrigued. I'd never known or spoken to anyone British in my life before, much less fucked one.

To be fair, that wasn't the only reason. I only make decisions this risky when everything lines up exactly the right way. Were one of the following factors missing, I might not have responded to Brendan at all: Read more »

  1. British.
  2. Tall.
  3. Blond.
  4. Looked good in a suit.
  5. Here on holiday.
  6. Fancy hotel room.
  7. Timing was convenient. I was going to be in DC dancing with my friends late into the night, and his hotel was fairly close by.

7. Connor

The first day I met Connor, he walked in late to class. While everyone was focused on the lecture slides, he slipped into the seat next to me. I glanced at him, and we locked eyes as he smiled one the sexiest smiles I’ve seen in my life. So it began.

The following weeks were full of the most electric flirting I have ever experienced. I had just gotten out of a 4 year relationship, and Connor was everything my ex was not. He wore leather jackets and dripped excess testosterone. He didn’t call me every day, he didn’t even know my last name. But when he looked at me, I swear to God, I felt my morals quiver. To date, I have never met a guy that had such an intense stare. He looked at me like he was imagining fucking me against a wall. He looked me like he knew what I needed, and he was the only one with the power to fulfill it. Pure, unadulterated desire. We’d go to bars with our friends, and he’d run his hands up my dress as we held separate conversations with separate people. We’d hug goodnight in front of the group, and I’d roughly rub my pelvis against his crotch as we pulled away. The teasing went on for a while. I’ve never felt chemistry like that. Read more »

[M]assage [f]or her

My hands are warm as I rub the massage oil into your skin. The tension drains from you as I slowly knead my fingers into your shoulders and neck. I work my way down your body, my hands gliding smoothly over your back. The pressure of my hands presses you gently into the bed as I massage your back. My thumbs dig into your muscles, stretching and loosening the tension and stress. The steady rhythm of my hands is soothing and you take long slow breaths as you relax.

My hands move lower, spreading the massage oil over your ass. My hands gently slide over you, spreading the warmth of the oil. Your breath catches in your throat as my thumbs press into your buttocks, reaching knots you didn't know were there. The pressure is uncomfortable at first, but slowly gives way to pleasure as the knots slowly release.

I work my way down your your body, my palms on the outside of your thighs. You can feel my thumbs along the back of your thighs, as I rub between your hips and knees. Long, slow strokes along your thigh, back and forth to help you relax. I do the same for your calves, pressing just hard enough to ease the muscles. Read more »

[F]inally fucked [M]y crush from freshman year of high-school and it only took me eight years.

Long time lurker, but I've finally had an experience that I think is worth posting so go easy on me. This is definitely not like writing the research papers I'm used to.

So this story begins back during my freshman year of high school, eight years ago. Shit, it does not seem like it's been that long… Anyways, I had gym class with this girl named Christina. She had long dark hair, olive skin, and lovely brown eyes. Of course, we were in gym together so I also saw that she had a wonderful looking ass and long thin legs to go with it. Her breasts were small, but we were freshmen, so it would have been unusual for them to have been otherwise. She was a soccer player. For some unknown reason, she seemed to like talking to me. I was more than happy to oblige.

I fell for her, managed to get her number, and we started texting and became close friends. Needless to say, I didn't make a move. After all, what if she rejected me? About a year passed and I finally decided to ask her out but got denied. She had wanted to date me earlier on, but had lost interest when I failed to make any move for so long. Read more »

Tantric Massage for Mom

One of the perks of renting our basement apartment via AirBNB in Asheville is you get to meet some very interesting folks. Recently a new renter moved in for a few weeks because his more permanent apartment space isn’t available yet. He’s just started attending a local College of Chinese Medical Arts where he is starting studies in ancient medicine and acupuncture. What I quickly learned is that he’s also a licensed masseuse. In setting the price for the rental apartment I thought I’d also throw some bartered massages in there as I know I can’t afford them any other way. Prior to the first massage I was out doing some gardening and I noticed our renter, Stephen out on the deck of his room doing some stretching and other interesting moves. He eventually invited me up to the deck for some tea and then surprisingly some wine. We chatted about my husband being away and me holding down the fort. As the wine flowed we also chatted about the message business. I was feeling a bit of a buzz from the wine and asked him if any women had ever let say made themselves available to him as he was strong, extremely fit and handsome. He admitted some had but he also could very easily loose his license if ever accused of mis-behavior so he took the higher road. I continued to flirt that I’d certainly never report him of any such thing. The conversation then led to him asking about my husband and what I do to relieve sexual tensions. I told him I had a very good collection of battery operated friends and large supply of Costco batteries. We had a good laugh. That’s when Stephen told me about Tantric massage. He described it as something very sensual but not sexual. He encouraged me to try it out. We spoke for about 20 more minutes. Stephen answered all my questions about Tantra and the massage. I felt so comfortable with him. He was extremely casual, young and energetic. He was tall with dark hair, olive complexion and a slim athletic yet toned physique. I couldn’t stop thinking about what he could do to me and how much I could possibly enjoy him. We arranged I’m come back down after I got the kids to bed. I was practically cramming them into bed in the hurry to get back downstairs. Read more »

The Maiden-Mothers of Haverach, Part 2 [ff] [anal] [oral] [preg] [monster] [weird] [fantasy]

Kate woke to an urgent tug on her arm. She stared at the stone ceiling in disbelief; it felt impossible that she would find herself still in the alcove and not wrapped up in bed. The red girl looked down at at her wide-eyed, wearing an expression of concern. “Come. Come,” she said. “The rings are heating.”

True enough, the concentric metal rings beneath her were warm to the touch. “They will be red hot in a moment,” said Yewet. “That would burn even me. We must retreat to the Mating Hall until the heat subsides. Kate–it is rare for the Father to force us out of hiding like this.”

Kate felt cold terror run from her throat to somewhere in her belly as they stumbled out of the gap and into the vastness of the hall. “Is it because of me?” Read more »