Chelsea and I met as classmates in grad school. Our first class together was a small course with only a few people registered, and fewer still who regularly attended. It was impossible not to notice the most attractive female in the room–slim, about 6 pleasant inches shorter than myself, with waist-length dark brown hair. Her breasts were small (though not unnoticeable), but she had a fantastic ass that was perfectly emphasized by her tight-fitting jeans. She wore jeans to class most of the time, generally accompanied by a thin tank top that somehow didn’t look slutty while showing a tantalizing glimpse of her waist. Her face was beautiful, and avoided the common trap of somehow suggesting that her IQ hovered somewhere in the vicinity of her age. Chelsea was exceptionally bright, and a hard worker in class.
Tag: G-spot
[UPDATE] [M/F] Things didn’t work out with Melody, but I ran into my Ex-girlfriend while drunk and out with friends at the gay bar. Following a night of dirty dancing, we fucked like animals on the dining room table and played with each other in the shower.
Since my last post got so much attention, I have a follow up on Melody and a new sexy story of what has been going on in my life. (Sorry this update took a while, I haven’t had much time to write recently)
My date with Melody two weeks ago didn’t go as planned… to say the least. We went out to a hole-in-the-wall sushi place this past week for what I thought was going to be a great night out with an exquisite woman. Instead, I learned that our attraction towards each other was the only definable characteristic of any sort of relationship.
She was rude to the kind waiter, bigoted towards the lovely gay couple sitting across from us, and just… plain annoying. Needless to say, her gorgeous slender curves soured into a frothy pulp of disappointment before my eyes. Following dinner, I dropped her off back at her house and denied a thinly-veiled attempt at wine and sex.
You wanted it. He gave it. [MF] (first time posting) (let’s all play nice, ok? ^vv^)
This is the first time I've ever posted anything like this for everyone to see so please be nice to me? Oh! And if you like the story or see some way I can improve, please, please, please let me know! Enjoy!!~
You heard him close the front door, but payed him no heed. He would probably just grab a beer and turn on the game just like he normally did. You could feel the ache in your muscles and hoped that the hot shower would help you relax. You didn't hear the door to your bedroom creak open behind you. He stood in the doorway admiring your luscious body. He had had a long and hard day at work and desperately needed to feel your body against his. He silently crossed the carpeted floor until he was right behind you. He encircled his arms around your body and you could feel his hardening cock in his jeans poke against your ass.
Caught by the Sitter [str8, Mf, Voy, cheating, oral, mast]
I know it's wrong, but I can't stop. I've only been watching her for a few months. I know a man like me could never get a girl like her. It was an accident at first, but now it's an addiction. She's just so fucking sexy. I put a nanny cam in my bedroom after we thought we were missing some of my wife's jewelry. We found it, but I discovered something extremely different. Stacy has been masturbating in our room every day while our son is sleeping; I mean EVERY DAY. The camera is positioned perfectly to get a full view of her sexy body as she pleasures herself. I now look forward to going to work, so that I'll have some new material when I get home. The worst part is waiting for everyone in the house to go to bed before carrying the nanny cam into my office like I am now.
The Bachelor Party, Pt. 1 [M/F]
I'll be frank: I'm a stripper. I love my job. Puts me through school, pays the bills, and I get to have fun with it. Most people are surprised to learn this about me, because I don't exactly look the part. I'm short, 5'0, red hair, freckles, big secretary glasses, and the very definition of pin-up girl curvy with thick thighs, a teeny waist, and DD tits. To top it off, I'm rarely seen without red lipstick. In my daily life, I definitely rock the whole innocent, dresses like a kindergarten teacher thing. At night, I really get to let loose and show the world I'm hot as fuck with my lingerie and rarely visible thigh, hip, and rib tattoos.
When I met my boyfriend, Eli, I was scared he wouldn't support my job. To my surprise, he loves it! He thinks it's really hot that other men (and sometimes ladies–they're my favorite customers ;) ) drool over me most nights. He's so supportive that he hired me to work his best friend Liam's private bachelor party two months ago.
[F/M] Cute Canadian girl gets her “English lesson” with British boy
Hi Redditors, I'm a little nervous to post this but my good friend says you're a fun group of people and you'd love to hear my story so here goes. If it's good, I'll put something together again about my steamy encounters with this guy :)
It’s always exciting to see the person who makes your heart beat a little faster and gets your panties soaking wet with just a bit of French kissing. Now imagine not seeing him for four months and not having sex during those four months and then getting a weekend alone with him.
I’m Canadian, 5’2, 110 pounds, with long brown hair and as my guy friend who encouraged me to write this describes as “smoking hot.” I’m modest, but he wants the Redditors to know my face is also pretty nice to look at. :P The guy I’m in lust with? He’s British, dark brown hair, icy blue eyes and, to me, he’s soooo fucking good looking. I can’t control myself around him.
Seducing my straight crush [FF] [les] [oral]
So I have a crush on this girl. It started a while ago when I met her through something at school. At first I just thought she was pretty, but didn’t give it that much thought. There are plenty of pretty girls out there, after all. But then she started popping up more and more. Turns out she went to the same fancy prep school as my roommate, and they did a lot of catching up. The more I saw her around, the more I noticed the little things about her: the grace in her walk, the sweetness in her voice, her effortless classic beauty. So different from me: t-shirt and jeans, football-loving, sailor-mouthed me. Before long I developed a full-on crush on her. I would find any excuse to talk to her whenever she was around. Just hearing her name sends chills up my spine. Any man would be lucky to have her… but I’m a woman. Hopefully that’s not a problem.
Ex Girlfriends, Cat Fights and First Times oh my. Chloe and Kennedy the 4th installment. [f/f]
The 4th installment of "I can't come up with a good enough name so help me" Seriously though if y'all have some suggestion holla. This story has a fair amount of mushy stuff, but there is hot sexy time!(I went and found Chloe to play after I finished writing) If I'm getting too off of the gonewild track please do tell me!
And here we go.
Cheating with my best female friend. I regret it, but I wouldn’t take it back. [M/F]
Sorry that this is INSANELY long, but this is more for me than it is for anyone reading, anyways :)
This happened quite a few years ago when I was 25. I had been dating my now wife for a year or so at the time. We would get married 4 years later. I've never told anyone this story until now. This happened with a friend a year older than me named Lindsey, who I don't think (hope) has told anyone either.
Sleeping with my brother’s friend [MF]
My brother and I were out for drinks with his friends. School had let out and the summer was here at long last. I couldn’t wait to let loose and shake off the stress from the school year. Now here I was with my brother and his admittedly very attractive friends with more than a bit of alcohol in my system.
After a hectic night out we all went our ways. My brother and I had decided to crash at his friend Parker’s apartment for the night. The bus was packed as the three of us boarded. We scooted through the aisle and ended up standing shoulder to shoulder in a humid and cramped bus, completely exhausted from the night.
After a few stops, two young men in the couple of seats next to where I was standing got up to leave and offered me a seat. With a smile I scootched my way next to the window and quickly sank into the comfortable seat, Parker quickly following behind and taking the seat next to me. Before long I felt my eyelids fall and I began to sleep.
“Next station: Borealis Boulevard”