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 admittedly 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 avoided being slutty while still showing a tantalizing glimpse of her waist. Her face was beautiful, and avoided the common trap of somehow suggesting that her IQ hovered in the vicinity of her age. In fact, the opposite was true–Chelsea was exceptionally bright, and a very hard worker. I've been lucky to be quite a ways above average in terms of intelligence, and it was an unusual treat to sit next to someone who seemed to be at least on par with me in terms of raw intellect, not to mention the fact that she put in a great deal more effort (I am pathologically lazy, and have generally coasted through school with ease).
Tag: G-spot
I had the most intense and incredible sex of my life last night; and my first orgasm. [F21, M24]
Going to preface this with the usual ‘obviously using a throwaway for this…’ but I just had to share this.
I recently reacquainted myself with an old friend, Michael, after I found him on Facebook – we had mutual friends in the past and had met a few times. After normal chit chat our conversation gradually became more flirty and intense. Dirty messages and pictures had made up the bulk of our conversations over the last few weeks but we hadn’t actually spoken about meeting up. He messaged me yesterday morning: “What are you doing tonight? Let’s go out for dinner. I really want to see you.”
I had told Michael when we’d started our dirtier conversations that I’d never actually had an orgasm before, and of course this led to a very detailed account on his behalf as to what he’d like to do with me. The point hadn’t really come up between us again but it was something that was always on my mind – I just never seemed to be able to go that little bit further and really let myself go.
Last night’s birthday sex
My boyfriend (23) and I (24/F) work together. Yesterday was my birthday. Naturally, he spent the whole day working me up. Whispering things in my ear like: "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you tonight." Or… "I'm going to eat that little pussy of yours clean."
He knows it takes very little to get me worked up… When no one's around, he'll come up behind me and start fondling my tits and kissing my neck. I thrust my head back in pleasure. And just like that.. He's gone, and I'm left breathless. Or I'll be standing at one station by my lonesome, and he'll come up next to me, bend down to get something from under the table, and then give my supple ass a nice firm grip. Oh, he knows how much I love when my ass is touched. He had me craving him so badly by the end of my shift.
The end of his shift rolls around. And I find myself patiently waiting for what was promised. I'll skip over the boring parts where we greet at his house and flirt a bit before he jumps in the shower.
Bent over his desk – M/f – D/s – huml
He put the phone down and sat back in his chair. His office was suddenly quiet suddenly as their meeting ended. All pretenses and formalities finished. There was no official reason for her to stay. Nothing official.
He said nothing, but stared at her. Holding her eye contact. They were technically of the same rank, though she was pretty sure she made a bit more than him. His eyes on her though. She looked away and fidgeted slightly. How did he do this to her.
He didn't move from his chair and his gaze didn't leave her face. She couldn't look back up into those eyes. "Stand up," he said lightly, but in a tone that made his intentions clear.
She hesitated, looked at the door to his office and stood slowly.
"Come over here and face the door," he said.
He watched as she walked slowly towards him and around his desk, her heels tapping the floor lightly, her skirt just loose enough to rustle and as she turned to face the door he said "hands on my desk, on your palms, lean forward and spread your legs, don't look back.
That Time of Day [MF, rough]
That Time of Day [MF, rough]
On a usual day, I spend my time at home keeping to myself. I read to keep the boredom away, but usually keep busy with cleaning and cooking. My husband wasn't always particularly dominant, but ever since a couple of years ago we've had rough sex. It's not particularly kinky. No, no Fifty Shades of Grey in our house. But sometimes he uses me like a toy. And I usually can't get him out of my mind.
Mike likes control just as much as he likes efficiency, and keeping to schedule. He likes control almost as much as he likes to use his enormous, circumsized cock to make me scream. I love him, and I love how his body flexes and glistens with sweat when he holds me the way he likes. And I love how perfectly sated he is after he fills my wet pussy with his load of cum, then kisses me on the mouth and holds me like a teddy bear.
[MFF]Our Naughty Night Out. Second post. Give me some feedback
I approach her as your eyes burn into me from across the room. I step in close and you read by our body language that introductions were made. Your curiosity is piqued and and your not quite sure what to expect next.
I caught her gaze a few times earlier in the evening just out of the corner of my eye. As I made eye contact, her's quickly darted away. You've noticed me noticing her all night. She appears to be just my type. Brown hair, brown eyes, glasses, short, with a curvy figure and a gorgeous ass. The complete opposite of you.
Office Fun
I looked in the reflection, from the shiny black surface on the wall. I adjusted my stockings, dark and sheer with a thin line in the back, the problem with these stockings is because I'm so OCD with it. It has to be straight…at least at first. My shoes clacked as I walked up the stairs, high heels hitting the hard floors. The shoes were lacey, wrapped around my stocking covered feet. I walked through the door and I see you looking at me, as though waiting. You leaned forward on your desk intertwined your fingers into each other and rested your chin on top of the lattice. I stepped forward and closed your door behind me. Slightly nervous, I can feel your eyes burning into me up and down, slowly, assessing what I have chosen perhaps? White button down shirt, not quite see through, but definitely able to make out the black, lacey bra I had on underneath, black skirt waist height, split in the back almost to my ass.
An Insatiable Tongue [MF] [str8] [oral]
You lead me up the stairs, not bothering to turn on the lights on the ground floor because you left a light on in your room which provides enough illumination for us to see where we’re going, as well as enough light for me to admire my view of your body from behind as we ascend the steps. I’ve been longing to get you alone all night, to feel your soft skin pressed against mine, to explore your contours with my hands and mouth. The feeling only intensifies as I watch you deliberately switch your hips, causing your skirt to sway back and forth while you climb each step. My gaze lowers, my eyes trail down your legs, and I take in how smooth my favorite part of your body looks. I love running my hands down them, wrapping my arm around them, wrapping them around my waist, and especially parting them slowly…
Emma’s bracelet [ff][fantasy][transformations]
I wrote this a few years ago and I figured I'd share it here
It was a sunny summer day and a pleasantly cool breeze blew over Emma as she was helping her granddad dig in his yard. She was on summer break from the local university and spent a lot of time with him. When Emma was ten her parents had died in a car crash and she moved in with her grandparents. Emma's grandma had died two years ago which encouraged her decision to go to college locally, allowing her to stay close to her grandfather even though all her close friends went out of state. The fact that her parents left her a four room apartment in an 18th century building on the north side of downtown had a little something to do with it as well.
Sneak peek: The Visitor Takes a Trip [MMF threesome]
The Visitor Takes a Trip A Friendly Ménage Tale
“Mmm,” purred Lea, lowering herself onto Sean’s straining erection, feeling the flare of the head spreading her open. “Feel good, Sean?”
“Damn, Lea-honey,” Sean growled into her breast, “you know it does.” His big hands pressed gently but insistently down on her hips, pushing her further onto him, straddling him on one of the kitchen chairs. His cock pressed past where the membrane between her pussy and her ass was pushed tight by the butt plug that was planted deep inside of her, and now it was Lea’s turn to growl.
Then she gasped as his teeth clamped onto her nipple. Her whole body tingled, and she slid the rest of the way onto him — the rest of the way home.
Gazing up into her eyes, , Sean sighed, “Love you. Love you so fucking much.”
Suddenly the pressure of imminent tears narrowed Lea’s vision. “Love you too, Sean.”
Behind her came a deep, muffled moan.
Sean’s eyes flashed over Lea’s shoulder, but she rocked her hips, giving him (and herself) a taste of the delicious fuck that was yet to come.