Tag: G-spot

We worked together in a classroom at a small school. From day one we had been trading sexual jokes and innuendos, which grew into hardcore flirting over time. Josh is married and I'm engaged to a woman (I'm bi) so we always knew it would stop at flirting, but the attraction was obvious.

It was a school break, so all of the students and most of the staff were gone for the week. One or two staff members remained on our hallway, but were mostly busy in their own classrooms. After some intense turned on looks and flirting, Josh stood up and walked over to close both of the classroom doors. My breath quickened and I could feel myself getting wet, just from that action alone. I was sitting in my desk chair, my shirt cut low showing my ample cleavage because by that point, I knew it drove him wild. He walked over and just stood in front of me, my face right in front of the zipper of his jeans. My mouth went dry as I leaned forward and started feeling the outline of his cock through his pants. He kept his eye on the window to the hall for other staff as he pulled me up and hugged me hard, moving his hips into me so I could feel his already hard cock bumping into me. He pulled my shirt up and started roughly kneading my boobs under my bra. Thus far we had never gone further than this, we had always kept clothes on. But today was different. Read more »

so there I was, standing on her front porch while she got her keys out, my cock hanging out of my jeans, the cool night air sending a chill up my spine due to the amount of saliva remaining on my member.

I watched as that shapely ass of hers walked in front of me, and quickly followed her inside.

It was a nicely appointed living room that I suddenly found myself in, and it was then that I realized that this was no single woman's house. This chick was married, and to someone that made a decent amount of money at that.

Those thoughts were quickly dismissed when she told me to sit and motioned towards the couch. She disappeared into the kitchen as I sat down and reappeared a few moments later with a Jack and Coke in hand.

She handed it to me, bending down and allowing me to see her ample breasts, as it was clear that she had removed her bra in the kitchen, gave me a deep passionate kiss, sucking on my tongue as she withdrew from my kiss. Read more »

Hey GWS. Long time lurker from an obvious throwaway. Names changed and details withheld to protect the identities of those involved for obvious reasons, but I couldn't get this particular encounter off my mind.

Kalla e-mailed me after the semester was over. She wanted to go for a drink. We had connected well during seminar — she was engaging and easy to talk with — so I agreed to meet her without any expectations, assuming she wanted advice on the best plan of action after graduation. I was wrong. As soon as she showed up to the bar, wearing a fitted tank top, black skinny jeans, and ankle boots with a sky-high heel that lengthened her already long legs to infinity, her intentions became crystal-clear.

We had more than a few drinks. She asked me where I lived. I replied, smoothly, thank god, that my place was a short walk away, did she want to continue our conversation there? As soon as we got to my doorstep, she had leapt into my arms, tangled her fingers in my hair, and was kissing me with abandon. I had to push her gently away just to find my keys and get us inside, where we continued to make out in the threshold. I slid my hands down her back to grab her generous ass. Her hands were at my fly already, unbuttoning and unzipping my slacks, and her voracious touch had me hard before she even got in there, moving her hand up and down my cock over my underwear. Read more »

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). Read more »

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. Read more »