Tag: Girlfriend

Happy New Years – The True Story of [M]y Reluctant [F]irst [Bi] Experience: Part II – [MMF] [Long] [Very Long]

PART II:

Midnight came and went in a flurry of platonic kisses and cheap champagne. I managed to avoid Ashley completely, but was sure that the reprieve wouldn’t last long, as she remained determined.

The night had become quite awkward for me because I couldn’t interact with 1/3 of the party. I had to avoid Ashley as she would quickly re-ensorcell me and force me to do whatever she wanted. I couldn’t face Dylan due to the immense guilt over what had already transpired with his girlfriend (not to mention how unbelievably hot it was). I definitely couldn’t look Kyle in the eyes after getting caught drooling over his cock in the hallway, which was still surprising me as to how much I liked it. My mind was racing: Why did I do that? Why couldn’t I stop thinking about it?

I was starting to worry about how this night was going to end and how these events would forever change my relationships with several of my friends. I decided that the best course of action was to double down on my previous goal of getting shit-faced bombed. I proceeded down a long road of tequila, jägerbombs, bong rips and shot-gunned beers. Eventually, I stopped drinking long enough to step outside for a solitary smoke. I was on the deck looking through a window at the party and taking inventory of who was still awake and who was down for the night. Read more »

During the Presidential Debate, Part Two [MF] [Str8]

(This is part two of the story. See link to part one in comments. Part three to come. [Fiction])

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The next day I had two classes, then work, and then a paper to write. I got home from work, made a quick dinner, and went back to my room to get to work. Adam was home, and was lounging in the living room.

All day I’d been thinking about what happened the night before. Feeling guilty but also feeling energized. And also feeling aroused every time I thought about Sophie perched naked on my lap, riding me with abandon. I was hoping I wouldn’t see her or John for a couple days, at least till I could think straight about the whole thing.

But I knew Sophie might come back to bring my pants. I was hoping she wouldn’t. Or maybe she’d just let John bring them over.

I’d been working for an hour or so alone in my room when I heard the apartment door open. I overheard John talking to Adam, and a quieter voice that I knew must be Sophie. Read more »

Pixie: Day 64 ‘The wife plays rough with my pet’ [Lesbian, Reluct]

*I’m the muse for a famous author writing his next great novel about a man who keeps a collared woman as a pet for one hundred days. I entered his world on my eighteenth birthday and have been here ever since. He treats me well, punishes me when I’m bad and I inspire his art. Everything was great until his wife, that I didn’t know he had, and her girlfriend showed up.*

Day 64. Though my room may’ve been my refuge whenever Donovan was away, Bianca and her girlfriend violated it whenever they wanted. They’d stare at me from my doorway, speak to each other in French, then dash away giggling like ten year olds spying on their big sister.

I was relaxing in my room, reading and listening to music, waiting for Donovan to return from the grocery store when Renata and Bianca appeared in the doorway, slithering into my room like snakes. I sat up on the edge of the bed as the two sat on either side of me. The way they had me sandwiched so closely in between them, their thighs touching mine, I became nervous and kind of scared like I was cornered by schoolyard bullies. Read more »

A long flight

I thought I’d share a fun story from a few years ago. While probably not as wild as most stories here, and far from my personal wildest adventures, it’s the sexual event in my life that excites me most to think about. Hopefully I can explain it in a way that makes you understand. Apologies if I ramble.

My girlfriend and I went on a beach holiday to Punta Cana in the Dominican Republic. While we were there, she met a fantastic guy and decided to prolong her trip to spend more time with him. So when departure day came, I was solo. I was dreading about 16 hours of travel ahead of me, and my day started off with an afternoon flight to Paris.

I had some make-up on, but was far from my best. The combination of sunburn, a few long island ice teas the night before, and 10 nights of too little sleep takes a toll on a girl. I was wearing pretty short jean shorts, but nothing else remarkable, a t-shirt from a souvenier shop, flat shoes, and even my hair was up. But sometimes I wonder why I ever get dressed up or try to look hot, because it’s the times I don’t that always seem more likely to awaken fate. Read more »

M(22)/F(21) starting things off with a bang (in the library)

This is a story about me and my first girlfriend, B and our first time together. The good stuff starts at place marked “good stuff.” It was my sophomore year and I was just starting to come out of my shell. High school was an awkward time for me, but I always played sports and always thought about sex. I’m right at 6′, dark brown hair, athletic but slim frame at the time (I’ve put on more muscle since then…at least I like to refer to it as muscle). I was your typical good kid with a dirty teenage boy mind, except that it didn’t go away and still hasn’t. At the time that I met B, I had already lost my virginity (though not long before) and it was awful. Because I was so nervous about putting myself out there, I waited until I had a sure thing and I later learned that I could have done way better. B made me realize that. Read more »

During the Presidential Debate [MF] [Str8]

(Background: This just happened during the last Republican debate. Part two to come. [Fiction])

*****

John opens the door to the apartment and comes in. He doesn’t live here any more, but still has a key because we’re all friends and hang out together often. He’s with Sophie, the girlfriend he moved out to live with.

After some bullshitting with me and my roommate Adam, John and Adam are off to an evening class on campus. John knows I’m kind of a politics addict, and that I’ll be tuning in to the debate. He mentions that Sophie wants to watch the debate, and asks if it’s ok if she stays to watch it with me. Sure, fine, whatever… and John and Adam take off.

After the guys leave, it’s kind of silent. I know Sophie a little bit, and though it’s not like we’re great friends or anything, she seems especially quiet. I don’t think too much of it (maybe she’s in a bad mood?) I grab a beer, offer one to Sophie, and we sit down in the living room to watch the debate. Read more »

So[M]e [F]un with sensory deprivation. 22, 21

This is my first post on here, I found this sub recently and have really been enjoying it so I wanted to make a contribution. This is very long because honestly, I last a very long time, sometimes too long, and this was no exception.
for the sake of being discreet our names are Drake and Suzy, not that it really matters cause im never going to reference them even though I know it would make the story sound much more well written.
To preface this story it was today, with my girlfriend who I live with in an apartment by ourselves. She is about 5’8″ 110 lbs. brunette with a taylor swift haircut, perfectly perky B cups, slim waist and a fantastic HUGE ass. I’m roughly 5’10” 160 lbs. with somewhat long brunette hair and a beard, not super fit though.

One of the greatest things about living in your own place together is you can decide to have sex whenever you want. I had planned this out while waiting for her to get back from work so I made a playlist of sexy and lovy songs to play. Read more »

[First FFM] A Slut in Heaven

*Hiya GWS! I’ve got my second naughty story for y’all, and hopefully a fun way to tell it! Don’t be confused by the start, I’m a sinner and this story is plenty naughty ;)*

It had been a wonderful life, but my time had come, and after funeral let out, I found myself at the gates of heaven. I was second in line, I guess. Some guy was describing his time owning a family coffee shop to God, and when he was done the gates opened and God said, “Mister Jones, the one thing you wished to take with you to heaven was your Grandma’s coffee recipe.” God created a magical cup out of thin air and gave it to this so-called Mister Jones. “Here you are, sir. Enjoy the afterlife.”

I marveled at the glimpse of Mister Jones’s heaven, but not for long as the gates shut and I was called forward.

“Madeline…come to me,” God said, in his booming voice. I could now see that he was dressed in all white and looked suspiciously like Morgan Freeman in *Evan Almighty*.

“Okay,” I said quietly and stepped forward. “Ummm…what’s up?” Read more »

[M/F] Fucking my girlfriend in the kitchen.

This is a shorter tale but it was a lot of fun last night!

Emily came to spend the weekend with me. She arrived at my home Friday evening after I got off work and we started preparing dinner.

It had been a week since our last go around so we were both horny as hell. She had on tight yoga pants and a purple tank top that hugged those beautiful curves.

After dinner Emily walked to the kitchen to grab a glass and some red wine. I’ve recently taken to Southern Comfort and decided I needed a glass of whiskey. Emily stood on her toes to reach the glasses. This tensed the muscles in her legs and ass. I couldn’t help my self and I gave her ass a playful slap. She quickly spun around and with a playful smirk she punched my arm. I’ve now learned that she has a mean right hook!!

She went for another play punch and I was able to intercept her fist and pulled her in close for a hard kiss. She pulled away and with a devilish smile said “so this is how it’s gonna be?” Read more »

Waiting for a friend [Mf]

**If you enjoy this story, please let me know why. If you didn’t, please let me know why**

*This story takes a little while to set up. If you’re looking for the good stuff, it starts about halfway through. But I think you might enjoy reading this from the beginning.*

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**A little history…**

When I was young, I saw an older man, must have been in his forties, fuck my sister, who was nineteen. I came home from school early one day and there they were, in the living room, going at it.

Ellen, that was her name, made me promise not to tell our parents. I promised and we never spoke of it again. I did however, think about it, on and off during my teenage years, if you know what I mean.

I celebrated my forty-second birthday about two weeks ago and still occasionally think about that. I’ve never married, but I have had many girlfriends. Some were my age, but mostly they’ve been younger than me. For some unknown reason, younger women seem to like me. I’m not particularly good looking. I’m balding and I have what can best be described as a mildly brash personality. I’m kind of loud and my mouth tends to have a mind of its own. Or, rather, it tends to speak my mind without going through any sort of filters. Read more »