I [M] wrote this for my wife [F] from her POV in the first person. She thought you all might enjoy it.

​The sun splashes intricate blades of gold in between the shadows of Autumn leaves causing the sidewalk beneath your feet to glisten like a shimmering lake at dawn.

You’re running, but you might as well be gliding.

You welcome the frigid air caressing your face. Some mornings you dread the ice cold kiss of your morning run. This morning is different. Determination drives your every step.

There is no purpose, but to not stop. There is no responsibility to anyone or anything drawing you away from the calming familiarity of willing yourself to simply, keep going.

Your chest heaves with each stride and breath.

Thank god I wore my good sports bra today, you think as you glance down to quickly admire your soft, ample breasts.

As you take in the sight of your deep cleavage, a man stands up from a park bench, then bends to tie his shoe directly in your path. You look up just in time to see your knee collide with the top of this stranger’s head.

The man jolts up, reels backward and falls over the bench he was previously sitting on. He lands flat on his back.

Lady Break Up Sex (F/F)

Break-up sex was a bad idea. One that could cause more harm, but I wanted it anyway.
It didn’t matter that Corinne, my love of three years, was leaving me for some girl in her running group. It didn’t matter that she cheated on me with this blonde haired blue-eyed, perfect assed woman with the straight white teeth and the business degree from Yale. With a package like that, who could resist?
Corinne texted me to ask if we could meet for drinks and “talk”. It had been three months since she left me for Malibu Barbie and most of my rage had simmered to a low boil. I agreed, knowing we’d fuck.
I gave two shits about her new shiny relationship. I had already fucked two men, something she called me a “bad lesbian” for. I never proclaimed to be a lesbian, and I loved cock just as much as a straight girl.
We agreed upon a bar tucked away under the bustle of Chicago’s busy State Street. It was in the basement of a champagne bar called something stupid like “Bubbles” or whatever.
I arrived seven minutes late on purpose and found her sitting a corner booth. She had already ordered something in a small dark green glass. I watched her eyes, dark as glittering sapphires light up when she saw me.
“Hi Bella.” she said, kissing my cheek. Her proximity to my body, the familiar scent of her skin, sandalwood mixed with something sweet almost knocked me backwards.
“It’s Amy.” I replied. No longer being together meant we no longer use pet names.
“Right.” she nodded as she returned to her seat.
I sat across from her. A pretty server with long red hair and thick black framed glasses approached with a smile and a menu.
“Give you a minute, or do you know what you’d like?”
“I’ll have the House Manhattan.”
“Great. I’ll be right back.” she said and sauntered off.
“So.” Corrine started.
“So?” I raised an eyebrow in expectation.
“How are you?”
“How am I? Really?” I sighed. “Great. Fine. How are you?”
“Hey. I didn’t come here to argue.” she placed her hand on top of mine and I shrank away as if it burned.
“I know. There are good days and not so good days like anything else.” I lowered my voice, and put my hands in my lap.
“It’s been a rollercoaster for me too.” she said.
“You? A rollercoaster for you? Am I supposed to feel bad for you?” The rage rose like bile in my throat.
The redhead returned with my drink. We declined food, but Corrine ordered another one.
“I love you Bell, um, Amy. Sorry. I really do, and I miss you. I’m so sorry things went down the way they did.” She wrapped her hands around her glass.
I softened, but only a little. “Yeah me too.” I managed.
She had cut her floppy black mop into a super short pixie. It showcased her jewel-toned eyes and I could feel my resolve crumbling.
Of course she picked up on this, grinning flirtatiously, as if all was forgiven and reached for my drink. “May I?”
I nodded and reached for hers, a ritual we shared when we went out.
I tried not to follow the “V” of her low cut top to the slight swell of cleavage her small breasts offered.
It didn’t really matter what I was looking at, just being in her presence was enough to get me wet.
It was no surprise when she later told me to get into the cab she hailed. It was also no surprise when she put her hand on my thigh and inched up toward my crotch. I pushed her away. It’s not that I didn’t want it, I just wasn’t going to give it up that quickly.
Corrine kissed me the instant we walked through her door. I shoved her. She tried again and I let her, then shoved her again, but this didn’t deter her.
“What are you doing you little slut? You know you want it.” She said against my mouth, her grip on my hair tight and pulling.
“So now you want to fuck.” I slid my hand between her legs then back up to her little nipples. I pinched hard. “Didn’t want much to do with me before Barbie came along.”
She slapped me hard across the face and I slapped her back, eyes fiery and challenging.
I grabbed her jaw and kissed her mouth fervently while working my other hand into her jeans finding her pussy drenched. “Looks like you’ve missed me.” I said pushing two fingers inside of her. She rocked her hips against me, wrapping her hand around my neck. The harder she squeezed, the harder I let her have it.
Pressure was building in my cheeks and temples but I refused to ease up.
She let go when I slipped out of her pressing my fingertips to her clit. I rubbed her in little circles just the way she liked, watching her double over as she came.
I withdrew my hand and licked my fingers. Making her come was so easy.
She pulled me into the bedroom and we climbed on her bed. I thought about Barbie and what she might think of our little tryst. I imagined her sitting in Corrine’s comfy chair in the corner, watching me pull Corrine’s jeans down, and inhale her scent before I ran my tongue over her thong.
Corrine spread her legs wide and moved the crotch to the side thinking I was going to keep going.
I climbed on top of her instead, kissed her mouth, bit her lower lip while groping her chest. She pulled my shirt off and took a handful of my breast, my flesh pushing between her fingers. She used to joke that if she ever got a boob job she’d want ones like mine.
She unclasped my bra and flicked my nipple with her tongue, then bit it, pulling. I grabbed what I could of her hair, my pain threshold tiptoeing on a tightrope between pleasure and too much. I pressed my pussy against her thigh and started grinding on her.
When her attention moved to my other nipple I squirmed out of my jeans and underwear. She was gentler with this one, circling it with her tongue tip before enveloping it with her full lips.
I removed her shirt and bra then ran my tongue over the bars pierced through each of her nipples.
What is the deal with break up sex? I turned this thought over in my mind as I sucked and bit her. There was something so salacious about it. It was like I wanted to break up just to get to the super-hot sex, then get back together again.
“Should I get the strap on?” she asked.
I liked being penetrated, but again, more so with a live male cock. I tolerated the strap-on but she didn’t know.
“Not this time.” I said knowing there wouldn’t be another time, but she didn’t need to know that either.
She put her mouth on my pussy after opening my legs knowing that was going to get me off. She used to tell me how much she loved hearing me come. She spent so much time researching my body with her mouth, her fingers, and with toys to find just the right movement and pressure.
I gave in to the warmth of her lips on mine, her little tongue swirling around and teasing my clit. Her hands kneaded the tender flesh of my inner thighs as she made out with my pussy. Sometimes the act of feeling her whole mouth there got me close to coming.
I was caught between wanting to be teased and wanting an orgasm to ravage me. I rocked my hips up and down against her. She knew what I was going after and backed off, kissing the inside of my hips, glancing up at me grinning before visiting my pussy again.
Thoughts of wanting some sixty-nine action filtered into my imagination, and I asked her if she wanted it.
“Fuck yes to that!” she exclaimed. “Me on top?”
“Always.” I smiled, knowing she liked her asshole played with while being eaten.
She climbed on top of me, situating herself over my mouth, wrapping her arms around my thighs and got back to consuming me while I dragged my tongue over her lips first before dipping into her opening.
I grabbed her ass as she got to grinding on my face. I spread her cheeks open wide so I could look at her as I licked. She pressed the flat of her tongue above my clit and I felt the stirrings of an orgasm moving to the surface.
I loved being locked into this position, her whole body on mine, the taste and smell of her in my face while receiving the pleasure she expertly gives. I slid my index finger along her asshole then pressed my thumb against it as she moaned into my cunt.
She squeezed my thighs as she licked around my clit, then returning to the spot just above it, pushing her tongue into it.
“Don’t stop.” I said.
I felt her smile. “I’m close too. Keep your thumb where it is.”
I rubbed her little asshole and licked her faster. Hearing her audible pleasure while getting so much attention allowed me to let go into the sensations of being taken under and drowning in coming.
I cried out and she followed, the tone of her bellowing lower than mine. I wanted to bottle up that sound and carry it with me as a reminder of what we used to be.
As we settled, she kissed my inner thighs and I smacked her ass. She rolled off of me and repositioned herself so her head was on my chest, her arm draped around my waist.
“You know I love you right?” she looked up at me.
I nodded, the prickly feeling of anger returning. I didn’t want any feelings muddling up the gloriousness that was the sex we just had.
She kissed my cheek. I waited to feel her body relax, her breathing settling into a light steady pace alerting me to her falling asleep before I carefully climbed off the bed, got dressed and walked out.

[MF][long] my lesbian roommate – part 1

This is the first GW story I write, although I’ve been thinking about writing for quite some time. I enjoyed a lot writing it, so I hope you enjoy reading it. Because it’s part 1, the introduction is long, I’ll try to make it shorter next time. Also note that English is not my native language, so any comments pointing mistakes will be appreciated :)

It was the first job I landed on my current field, and I was working there for about a year. The guy who trained me had left, and I was really busy on a project, so they hired Carol to help me.

Carol was a lightly tanned brunette, hair just below the shoulder. She had a very nice body for those who prefer above average sized girls, like I do. Carol was relatively tall, very large D cups, big butt, she was the definition of thick.

Carol was very nice. She had about the same experience time that I did, but with completely different backgrounds. This made work related conversation flowing easily, as we would share a lot, but we haven’t talked about much else.

The Night has Only Just Begun

The following is a story request for a fan about the characters Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy from DC Comics. In this story, Harley has been dumped by her boyfriend so she and Ivy go out for a movie, which leads to sex afterwards. I do not own the rights to these characters (obviously) but if my client enjoys it, and you guys like the story, then I may write a followup involving these two girls or maybe even other characters.

“Thanks for coming out tonight Red, I needed a girls night! We can crash at my place, that way you don’t have to walk home this late. Wouldn’t want anything happening to such a delicate flower like you!”

“Harley, do you really think any kind of street thug could hurt me? The very thought is absurd.”

Harley giggled at the thought of anyone being foolish enough to attack her friend down a dirty alleyway, but she was quite insistent. “Well either way, we can hang out and drink some wine and relax, it’ll be a good way to wind down.”

[MF] The “lesbian” with red flags and my mother’s convertable

I have had several strange situations in my past that led to random sex and/or sexual favors, and I’m going to start sharing them starting with this one. I was friends with this girl named Ashley for a couple years. She was in the same group of people in the punk/metal scene I used to hang out with. She had red flags all over the place, so I would have never pursued her even she said she wasn’t lesbian (questionable stories of men breaking into her house and assaulting her, off and on heavy drugs, crazy eyes, always had to correct you with “facts” she “knew but everyone else didn’t”). Most people tolerated her, but I had a way of talking around her that kept her comfortable without her reverting to “Red Flag Mode” most of the time. I hung out with a lot of people back then, but I always felt alone. I’d hang out with anyone to fill in that void until they would drag me into their drama, then drop them like a hot potato. We would chill by ourselves from time to time, and I sometimes dropped her off at the house of whatever girl she was dating at the time because she had no car.

The Lonely Freak Delusion – [Ff][inc]

I can almost guarantee that every adult you know is operating under the same basic misunderstanding. Let’s call it the Lonely-Freak Delusion. All of them, your boss, your parents, your friends, share this delusion: they all think that *they* are uniquely, or at least unusually, messed up, while everyone else has got their shit together.

This conclusion is so obvious, so natural, that it takes concerted effort and training to overcome it. Everyone you know is fucked up, just as much as you, and yet they *all* think that everyone else has their ducks in a row.

Let me show you: here is the subway and here comes the train, kicking up little puffs of dust in its wake. The doors slide open and we glide silently into the carriage. It’s late on a Saturday afternoon and most of the seats are vacant. This is George. He is 37 and works in the building trade. He wants, more than anything, to share his wife of ten years with another man. Sometimes he thinks of particular men: his boss, his best friend, his father, but mostly the men are faceless. Just cocks with which to ravage and degrade Jenny, his wife and his best friend in the whole world.

[MF] [Tinder] Just fucked my Tinder date on our first date.

This may be normal to some people, but not to me! I connected with a woman on Tinder that is 10 years younger than me (she’s in her early thirty’s), and from South America. She is in a a long term lesbian relationship. She is bi, as is her partner, and they allow each other to have special friends outside the relationship.
I met her at a restaurant, we both had a drink and chatted for a while. She was very attractive, we talked, had a good time and then I paid for our drinks. She asked if I needed to be home at a certain time. I told her I had some work to finish up tonight before heading back to the office tomorrow so I shouldn’t stay out too late. She then told me that her friend has an Air B&B that she has access to and asked if I wanted to go there. Uhhhh, hell yes! Still not knowing totally what to expect, I’m not from South America, there was a bit of a language barrier, and I don’t know their culture, so I was excited but not sure what was going to happen.
I followed her to the apartment. We sat on the couch for a while, talked about her relationship, what she liked and disliked (sexually), etc. Then we had sex. It wasn’t some incredible mind blowing sex but it was our first time together and it was pretty good.
After the sex we both put our clothes back on, headed to our cars, said our goodbyes, and now I’m home writing this. :)

Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice

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[F] – Mirror Monster – Part 7 [Fsub] [bd] [nc] [sci-fi] [Tentacles]

Taylor was already waiting at a table by the time I got to the small cafe she had texted me about. I had been attempting to contact the monster the entire time during my car ride but it didn’t seem to answer the way it did earlier. And now that I thought about it, it really only seemed to talk when I was really horny. I had a hunch that it’s ability to talk and control me had something to do with that.

Entering the cafe I found it to be a fairly dark setting. There were private tables scattered throughout the small room that allowed for people to have private conversations. The lights were dim, and the walls were made of a dark brick that sort of set the mood for the place. The floor was a dark hard wood, and only made the place see more cozy. I could see why Taylor picked this place. It had no mirrors on the walls but would also allow us to talk in private without other customers listening. I went towards the back of the cafe and saw Taylor sitting in a small booth by herself with a coffee in front of her. She looked uncomfortable. Her face was strained a little, and she kept fidgeting shifting back and forth in her seat. I could see her jaw clenching as if she was trying to endure something. I didn’t even have to ask what was wrong. I already knew.

[MFF] the time I watched my girlfriend have sex with another woman

I (28M) met this “other” on Tinder. She’s a cute, slim, young (21F) brunette with beautiful brown eyes, 32B cup breasts. And a nice round bubble butt. She was interested in our polyamorous relationship. I’ll call her “Megan”

I described to her the threesomes we’ve had and the various kinks we do and our side FWB. I wanted this girl, but she didn’t want me. She wanted my girlfriend.

The night came after the three of us had drinks. “Amy” my girlfriend (F21) a short blonde haired, blue eyed, 34C Breasts led us both into the bedroom after shots of whiskey.

It didn’t take long for them to start making out. Even less time for the clothes to come off. At first I just wanted to watch. We’ve had threesomes with other women before, but I’ve never seen Amy fuck another woman before. I start fantasizing this Tinder girl, as a lesbian slut that likes to hit up couples for easy sex with women from men who fantasize sharing there women. Men like me.