[MF] I [F19] have been fucking an Autistic boy [M18] because he is sweet

For the sake of the story I will be calling the autistic boy Jacob.

Jacob has always been a social recluse, avoiding people, sitting on his own during lunch, and never going to any parties that he was invited to. Well a few weeks back he started messaging me on A social network with disappearing chats (just chats, no photos) and well, I’ve got a reputation of being a sexual butterfly, and I knew he knew this.

The chats started tame, the usual what you up to, and talking about Marvel but then suddenly one day he asked about my Kinks, i was stunned, I’m pretty open and will talk to anyone about my sex life but it was so sudden. I wouldn’t expect this sort of message from a loner, but I can’t lie, he isn’t bad looking; I responded, telling him about my public sex kink and degradation, this boy turned into a different man. Fuck the messages he sent me turned me on so much, in the end I started slowly rubbing my clit, and I told him this. He got brave, insisting we meet up at the Local park, bear in mind it must of been 11:45pm, but I was horny and stupid. Jacob was undoubtedly a virgin, he hadn’t been to enough parties to get a girlfriend.

Platonic Friends 06 (fiction, M/F, Con, Friends. Roommates)

I can’t believe I just did that.

Yet here I was standing in the main area literally begging Emma to not leave as I basically told both Felicity AND Emma I had heard their entire *talk*.

Emma stood near the door frozen and Felicity looked at me wide eyed.

I had *meant* to come out various times during the conversation BUT too many bombs were being dropped and as I was recovering from one of the bombs like Felicity actually liking me another *bomb* dropped that she had been sending all sorts of *invitations* and *hints* to test the water to see if I was interested too.

Then came the *truth bombs* from Emma as she had basically admitted that *one* she was actually interested in me…..well not interested in **me** per say more like interested in my **dick**.  And *two* she was almost in the same boat as me for being in a long dry spell.

Granted, HER dry spell wasn’t as long as mine as the last time I had sex was in high school which was over four years ago.  Not admitting WHEN I lost my *V* card but I will admit it HAS been awhile since my dick had felt the fairer sex’s velvety insides.

my gf made a rough night of solo queue way better [MF]

So I have a confession to make, I play league of legends. I have since season 2, I’ve been in masters since season 8, brief stint in grandmasters in season 10. If you’re a fellow league player take it from me, solo queue never gets better. The other night was one of those nights too, I had angered riot somehow I guess and ended up in losers queue. I’m not really a raging gamer, I don’t yell or throw anything but I do tend to just sigh or go “ugh” loudly when things aren’t going well.

After a couple hours of this, my girlfriend hops off the couch and walks over to my desk, I look over and her hair is already up in a tight ponytail.

“You have been making your grumpy noises all night” she said “lets see if we can’t make it better”

and with that she sunk to her knees, knowing what was coming I was already rock hard. She slipped my cock out and started to plant kisses on the head and along my shaft. I placed my hands on her head and she let her mouth hang open as I slowly pulled her head closer. Finally I felt my shaft slide along her tongue and she wrapped her lips around my cock.

[Group] [MF] How Sharing My GF Landed Me My Largest Client Ever – Part 1

TL;DR – Kaitlyn and I swing with our first black couple, have our first time playing without protection—the first step in landing my largest client ever. Skip to $$$$$ for sexy times.

We met Daniel and Ibukun online. They were not the first couple to reach out to us after we created our profile, but they were certainly the most intriguing. We were honest in our profile description section about being relatively new to the swinging lifestyle, and we wanted only good experiences.

I was glad to see that their profile picture wasn’t just a picture of their genitalia. Rather, it was a relatively modest swimsuit photo of them without faces. They were clearly a very good looking black couple. I had never been with a black woman before, but Kaitlyn had been with several black men in college. I certainly wasn’t opposed to the idea. After scrolling through their gallery, we were delighted to see some (tasteful) nudes, and damn, they looked good.

At first sight, it appeared that Daniel and Ibukun (we didn’t know their names yet) checked all of our boxes. They were older than us but still within 10 years of our age, they were both attractive and intelligent individuals from Nigeria, and seemed to love to travel like us.

My secret to a better sex life not enough folks talk about [F]

*This is going to be one of my more radically odd posts I might delete later. Feel free to skip this and go read about me getting spanked if this isn’t your thing. I promise I have plenty of stories that don’t get deep.*

*I’ve really struggled with how to post this because it’s pretty fucking personal and a little odd for GWS. Plus, every time I post about how much I like myself I get a slew of hateful messages from folks who come to this sub to fulfill something they’re not going to get from my account.*

*You know what though? It’s important. You can’t isolate sex from other aspects of physical and mental health, and this is the single most important component for my sex life.*

*It’s my account and I’ll write what I want to, damn it.*

My sex life got better when I decided I loved my body.

Taken care of on my birthday – Part 1 [MF]

This is my fourth story detailing my relationship with my Summer. Check out the others on my profile.

Several weeks had passed since my escapades on the beach with my girlfriend, and in that time high school graduation had come and gone. Summertime was finally here, and fittingly enough, my newfound freedom was filled with spending time talking to, being with, and sometimes being in Summer. I was on cloud nine and still had trouble believing that I was dating this beautiful woman.

And as if things weren’t going well enough, today was my birthday. That’s right, I had the fabled June birthday, when school was never a problem and all the summertime attractions were at my disposal. With party plans already made for the following weekend, I was momentarily lounging on my bed, recovering from the feast of a breakfast earlier that morning. Both of my parents had work that day, so it was just me and my Xbox.

I hadn’t completely gone into birthday hibernation yet, though. Summer had already told me she’d be dropping off my present today, and so I at least had shorts and a t-shirt on.

A Real BDSM Story Part 1

A lot of BDSM fiction really doesn’t do a good job of describing a healthy D/s dynamic, so here’s a real story of what happened between my sub/girlfriend and I this afternoon.

My sub (let’s call her Kris) said about a week ago that while she’s been having a great time with our scenes, it’s been a minute since she’s been able to go to sub space. Sub space, for those that don’t know, is the high that a submissive experiences from being dominated. It’s often described as floating on a cloud.

Because her pleasure is very important to me, I spent the next few days trying to figure out why that was.

She had been stressed out from doing mom/work shit, and I decided that was probably the main reason she wasn’t going into sub space was that she’s too stressed out. After all, not even vanilla sex isn’t enjoyable when you have a hundred other things on your mind.

So I did what any good Dom would do: I decided that on our next date I would completely take away any decision making ability she has and make all decisions on her behalf. She wouldn’t have to do any thinking. She just needs to do what she’s told. (Her and I do consent to this dynamic, and everything else we do in this story).

A Night at a Friend’s [M25/F25] [Cheating}

We were binge watching a show we’d seen all the through too many times to count. Tess fell asleep, taking the whole blanket with her. It was a little past her normal bedtime, but she has tried to rally since we don’t get to see each other very often. Our normal hang was to put on some series, like The Office, and half-watch, catching each other up on everything we could think of since last time we talked. We’d been friends for ages, but weren’t talk-every-day friends. I had moved away and was visiting, crashing for a night on her couch.

Tess and I had met through work years before, getting to know each other as professionals and then as friends too. We were very different people, but had a mutual interest in humanity, psychology, and art that always made for good conversation.

Yes, this was a platonic relationship. I think I knew deep down that we wouldn’t be a good long-term relationship match and since each of us had other romantic intrigue in our lives, it never became a factor for us. This didn’t mean I wasn’t attracted to Tess. She was beautiful. Tall, lithe, glowing skin, green-brown eyes, long hair: elegant.

Happy Birthday to Me [FF]

So I (f) was out drinking with this guy friend (an ex), and a random girl sitting at a table behind me said I bumped her…not sure if that’s even true…then she joined in our conversation at our high top table. We were initially there because it was my 30th birthday and I was taking off for a trip the next day to go visit one of my long term gfs (Mercy from a previous story) and my guy friend wanted to say howdy hello and to spend time with me.

Steroids gave my boyfriend a weird kink [FM]

*I don’t mean to sound preachy on this btw. If you do steroids, I get it. Lord knows I’ve put far worse things into my body. They were just a HUGE point of tension between my boyfriend and me.*

I’m just going to say this now: steroids are the worst. Granted, I’m not really into muscles anyway, but even if that wasn’t the case, at what cost, bros?

I would MUCH rather fuck a skinny nerd without shrunken testicles.

My disdain for steroids comes from my ex who thought it was a good idea to cycle with his frat brothers so they would all roid TF out together. I’d be at their house and randomly one of them would start crying and then they’d break furniture for no fucking reason.

My boyfriend would get into fights CONSTANTLY when we went out and it stressed me TF out. I could not take him anywhere when he was on a cycle without him finding a way to punch somebody.

*I think this is where my hatred of men who fight comes from.*