Tag: High School

(M,F)The Open Relationship, Part 1: Background/ First Fantasy

I've been trying to decide whether or not to share this story. It's piece of my journey through experimenting with an open relationship. It has some backstory, but it will help pave the way for any potential additions, if there is interest. The first part is chill, but it heats up in later parts.

I was 20. I was in my third year at a community college and just couldn't get my shit together to finish my Associate degree. I lived with my folks in the same small town where I grew up.

I had been with Josh for two years. We met in high school. He was 19 and went to the same college. He was a tall, slender blonde with blue eyes. He was my best friend and the only person with whom I'd ever had sexual contact (aside from my first boyfriend who thought that grabbing and squeezing my crotch over my jeans while making out was hot).

I was average height and curvy. I'd put on what I considered the "freshman 15", but I loved the shape it gave me. I was proud of my round ass and youthful cheeks. Josh loved them too. We would often skip an afternoon class and head back to his place to have really fun, loud sex. Josh had a big cock, but I didn't really know it. It was my first, after all. Read more »

“Welcoming Home a Marine” [M/F][x-post from /r/SexaholicsAnonymous]

My post about welcoming my Marine friend home was quite popular and many have PM'd me curious about what happened that night, so I figured I'd type the story out for y'all. So grab your favorite hand lotion and a couple tissues, it's story time. ;)

First, a little backstory. J.D. is the younger brother to one of my best friends from middle/high school. We always had fun together growing up because we shared many common interests: video games, movies, comedians, etc. He has always had a crush on me and grew up to be quite the handsome devil. We always kept in touch and chatted here and there, but it was all pretty innocent stuff. Things changed a tiny bit a handful of years back when he turned 18, but nothing ever became of it. Cut to about a month ago when he told me that he would be back stateside and coming home for the week of Thanksgiving. I let him know that I'd pick him up from the airport so he could surprise his family. That was two weeks before he'd be here. In those two weeks, we had quite a few little chats that started out just like our usual chats, but soon escalated into some quite sexual talks. Things got quite heated and it became quite obvious what was going to happen the day he arrived. Read more »

Sweet Ginger Taco

This is how we met (again). An intimate cocktail-party fundraiser for a hometown historical society. Jack spied her from across the room. Tall. Very tall. Shoulder length red hair, freckled face (in fact, freckles everywhere). Fit. Trim. She wore flowing black pants, open toe black, classic heels and a black long sleeve top with a meshy see-through V that exposed just enough of her B-cup cleavage. She looked elegant, sophisticated and dressed sexy as hell. About 28 or 30 years old. Jack would later say she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And at this moment he needed to meet her. Jack employed the help of a friend. “Mrs.Garinger,” he asked, “do you know that lovely woman is just over my shoulder back there with the red hair?” Jack had barely finished his inquiry when from behind him came a silky voice. “Jack Hamilton, is that you?” It was the tall red-head. Jack turned on his heel and caught, for the first time, that the tall, slim, fit and elegantly dressed red-head had piercing blue, mesmerizing eyes. “And you are?” Jack replied extending a hand. She didn’t answer directly, but took and held his hand briefly with both of hers. “We have a mutual friend who told me you’d be here and asked me to say hello. Emma Reid from high school says ‘hello.’” “There’s a blast from the past,” Jack said. “Wow!!” “You remember her?” “Of course I do,” said Jack. “really sweet, wicked sense of humor and was crazy smart. Other kids teased her because, looking back, I guess she was an awkward teenager. Wow,” Jack said. “I really liked her, please say hello for me.” “You just did.” Jack was confused. “I just did what?” Jack asked. “Said ‘hello’. It’s me. Emma.” “Emma?” Jack asked, “Nnoooo,” he added in disbelief “I’m. I’m speechless. You are stunning,” Jack said. Jack and Emma hugged. Read more »

We left the party to fuck [M-26/F-26]

First time posting. I have been reading all sorts of stories on reddit and found myself very turned on by reading other peoples sex stories. I feel like I have a lot of stories to tell, so I will start with the one that I think the most about. It is by the thing I am most guilty about doing in my life.

First, a little back story. This all started back in February of last year. Some good friends of mine (“Steve” and “Cindy”) that I have known since we were all in Junior High School were home to visit for the first time in what seemed like years. They had moved away a few months earlier to start new careers. They have been dating since they were about 14 years old, minus one little break they had in their relationship for a few months while we were in high school. “Steve” and I had been friends for a long time, played hockey together while we were younger, and had many classes together in high school. We would always get together on weekends with our group of friends to drink, smoke up, play drinking games, and head out to the bars after, you know, regular life as university / college students. The girls would always be there too, and “Cindy” was no different. She was always fun to be around, always has a big smile on her face, making jokes and having a good time. Most often, we would be partying at their apartment, before they moved away. Read more »

Island Vacation pt3 [mff][oral]

Click on my name for previous parts of this story.

I shuffled into the sunlight, but my heart was full of darkness and dread. It was one thing for me to explore my sexuality. It was practically expected, after all, with a teenager's hormone overload and poor impulse control. But my mother was an adult. A married adult. She was supposed to have all that shit worked out at her age. Theo was the same age as my brother Robby for fuck's sake!

The beach spread out in front of me with the blue-green ocean roaring in waves. Colorful beach umbrellas and happy people didn't do anything for my mood so I turned and went back into the lobby.

"Kat," Mom called with a satisfied smile on her face. "Did you enjoy your massage?"

For a moment my mind flashed back to Renauld's face as he came inside me. Of Vicky slipping into French as she murmured next to me. Then I recalled the vivid moment when Mom slipped her arms around Theo's neck to kiss him. The rush of memories must have shown on my face somehow.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her smile replaced with motherly concern. Read more »

[F/M;M] That time when my bf unknowingly came in my pussy right after the guy I’d been secretly fucking

So I have to admit that this story isn’t exactly an easy one to tell. In fact it’s something I felt very ashamed of for quite some time, given the circumstances under which this all occurred. But it’s been long enough now, and what better way to get over something than to just own it and post in r/gonewild. Plus it’s a hot story, objectively speaking.

I was 20 at the time, in my second year of university – in a long-term relationship with the guy I’d been dating since high school. He was really a fantastic person, but he had been my only real boyfriend (we’d taken each other’s virginity), but unbeknownst to him – I was absolutely dying for attention from other men that weren’t so… dispassionate (i.e. boring). I’ve always been fairly insecure, despite being attractive and having a great little body (I compared my body in my first post to Natalie Portman’s, but more accurately, my body is a dead ringer for Miley Cyrus’). At the time I was brunette, pale, freckles, brown eyes, long eyelashes (read: more fuckable than I knew). Read more »

Car sex, the best end ever. MF

This is my first time posting, sorry for any typos. I discovered this subreddit as well as /r/nsfwiama and /r/sluttyconfessions and I never knew reading would be such an incredible turn on for me. I love picturing you all and it allows me to use my mind's eye instead of drooling over a screen or trolling around the web until I find a girl that looks just right (compared to the other 10-15 I've likely just looked at).

Anyway, this was a couple years back and everything here is true. I was born in Portland, Oregon and was dating a girl I met in my final year of college. However, she had a year left and I got a job in Los Angeles that I couldn't pass on. We promised to visit each other frequently.

One of the visits, she went to San Francisco and stayed the night with her grandmother. The next day, I made the six hour drive to her and picked her up to take back to LA. Read more »

A Sexual Education: Preface

Preface: short but detailed.

I studied at a high school where most things were normal, just as in any other high school. A variety of students of all social and ethnic backgrounds, you have your usual goody two shoes, jocks and athletes, the ‘cool’ guys, people that are sort of just there and just about every other type of student personality you can think of. Almost everything was normal. Except for one thing. We had a drama teacher, my favourite drama teacher may I add, for reasons yet to be explained, who had, well, let’s say rather a very high libido. Ah, Miss Revie. Loves sex. Can’t get enough. Dressed sexy but within the limits of what a teacher can wear, has the most elegant and delicate voice, and her intelligence just added to how much everyone wanted to fuck her. The thing is, once students turned 18 at our school, she offered a sexual health clinic to students for sex advice. So I decided to take my close friend Vivi to her for advice on how to go the extra mile in our sex life and really make it the best sex it can be. Long story short, Vivi and I asked her to help us film a sex tape for ourselves. Read more »

College Freshman Adventures Part 1: Janis

I’ve always had a thing for legs. When I was around fourteen, I distinctly remember reading a copy of my dad’s Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition and gawking at the smooth, tanned legs of the woman on the cover; her body brightened by her orange swimsuit, her feet curling together in the foreground of the picture on the sand of the beach where she sat. She looked at you with the coy, jaded look women are meant to have in these photos. I wondered, at that time, if I would ever be this close to a stunning female’s legs in real life and if she would ever look at me like so.

Let’s fast-forward five years.

My buddy Jason and I sat on the porch outside a house party in November, watching the partygoers exit. We were drinking scotch on ice and I was numerous sheets to the wind. Jason burped. “I’m gonna flunk that test tomorrow,” he said. I watched the legs of the girls wandering outside. A few of them stumbled on the doorstep like drunken high-schoolers (which was basically what we still were, as freshmen ages 18 to 19), some of them were helped out by their equally smashed, wonky boyfriends (or guys who wished they were their boyfriends), and others exited smoothly and without any help, thank you. Many wore those tight black silk pants that is a continuing fad among the hip middle class female set. But a surprising number wore skirts—short skirts—although it was a cold night. Read more »

Who Knew Toy Shopping Could Be So Fun? [MF][BDSM][More playfully erotic than graphic]

Pervertable

God, the last half of her shift was going by at a painfully slow pace!

Thirty minutes more, Dana Wainsfield told herself as she glared at the clock on the cash register screen. Just half an hour more. In half an hour, she could take off her name tag—“Welcome to Catered Cook; My Name is Dana”—and her smock—“Catering to Your Home Cooking Needs!”—and go home.

Dana, like the vast amount of low-wage workers, didn’t much like her job. She had bigger dreams than retail.

Unlike the vast amount of fake bakers and culinary hobbyists that trolled her store, Dana was a chef.

Well, aspiring, really.

She’d done the classes. Had aced school. But, the problem was, no one was hiring right now. Not out-of-work, inexperienced gastronomical snobs anyway.

Which was fine, she supposed. What she really wanted to do was write. Cookbooks, that is. She was the next Julia Powell, she knew it.

Her boyfriend—an odd acquisition she’d found working at the bookstore on the first level while scoffing at the “15-minute dinner” books—thought so too. With a metabolism that kept him lanky no matter what he ate, he gobbled up her dishes with a gusto that she found incredibly attractive. He had an abundance of good taste and a good appetite, two qualities she sought the way other girls did muscles or money. Read more »