A Chance pt. 5 [ff]

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“Guess who showed up at my house this morning,” Kimmy whispered just as Lizette walked up to Kimmy’s locker after homeroom.

“Tim?” Lizette guessed with a frown. The answering nod made the blood cool in her veins.

“Yeah, he apologized at youth group last night. I guess he thought when I forgave him that everything was all back the way it was.” Kimmy rolled her eyes, which settled Lizette’s heart a bit. “Needless to say I still rode the bus this morning.”

Lizette hated the insecurity that riddled her heart. In that moment of vulnerability, she wasn’t sure if wanting Kimmy and not having her was worse than being afraid of losing her. She wanted to touch her, just to get a little reassurance, but kept her distance to avoid the possibility of rejection. It was good she didn’t reach out just then, because the object of their discussion walked up to glare at Kimmy.

“Tim.” Kimmy acknowledged him with a wary look as she continued to load her book bag from the books and binders in her locker.

Ladies After Tequila [FFF]

Jackie’s keys slipped out of her fingers while she giggled and braced her hand on the trim around the doorway.

Kate, a whimsical brunette, laughed and spanked Jackie on the ass while she was bent over to retrieve her keys. “Spank that sexy lesbian ass!” She glanced over at Jade but the motion put her off balance and she teetered back and forth.

Jade laughed at her two ridiculously drunk friends and put her finger up to her lips while stumbling forward. “Ssshhh. You guys, we definitely don’t want to wake up Jackie’s neighbor.”

Jackie finally picked up her keys and was pushed inside her apartment by two giggling and off-balance friends. She leaned against the wall to take her shoes off and said, “You two should stay here a bit until you’re more sober. I’ll,” she hiccoughed, “I’ll make popcorn.”

Jackie fumbled in the cupboard for the popcorn while her friends dumped their shoes and purses on the floor. Kate and Jade plopped onto the bar stools on the other side of the kitchen pass through.

Jade slapped her hand on the counter, tossed her blond hair behind her, and winked a smoky, blue eye at Jackie. “Bartender, a drink, please!”

Sex, Drugs, and an Unplanned Threesome (true story)

(this story was taken from my Fetlife profile @ https://fetlife.com/users/5801051)

A few years ago I was dating a very lovely young lady, for the sake of this story we will call her Carolyn. Carolyn was my ex-girlfriend’s best friend, and we had been good friends throughout my relationship with my ex, but when that relationship ended Carolyn swooped in and claimed me for her own. I wasn’t complaining, Carolyn was 5’2″, 95lbs with 28H breasts and the tightest, tiniest pussy I’ve ever experienced. She was a goddess, and little did I know she was a freak too.

Once during my relationship with my ex, she told me about a time her and Carolyn got drunk together in the hot tub and Carolyn started asking weird questions like “don’t you think girl’s bodies are so sexy?” and “have you ever considered being with a girl?”. After some more of these questions, my ex was getting a little nervous and then suddenly she felt a hand on her inner thigh. She didn’t know what to do, so she started talking about something trivial. As she talked, the hand moved up her thigh and under her swimsuit and began rubbing her clit. My ex freaked out, got up, and left, and her and Carolyn never spoke of it again.

Threesomes for Millenials [FMF] – How to meet an unicorn

Note: guys, this is the first time I write something, please give me some feedback!

Title: Meeting your unicorn

To say that searching for a girl to join you for a steamy threesome is like looking for a unicorn – meaning it is impossible – is almost the same as throwing the towel. This is simply not true and won’t get you anywhere, my friend, hence the quotes in the title. Bisexuals girls are not going extinct for all we know nor are they only found in fairy-tales. As a side note, wouldn’t that make for a great fairy-tale, though? Dude, someone please write a tale starring bisexual girls in it right now! Anyway, as long as you go to the right places and stop insisting on the wrong ones, bisexual girls willing to experience a three-way are not hard to find, it’s all about knowing where to look.
We tried the wrong places a few times – trust us. When we left Colombia to live in New York we made a few different attempts, from online sites to actual bars and parties. Craigslist did not cut it for us in New York due, mostly, to the fast that 98 per cent of responses we received from “girls” were actually guys trying to get nude pictures. Those guys were usually easy to spot, since they would quickly ask for pictures before even trying to get to know the couple, what they were like or what they were looking for. We did, however, have some luck with Craigslist when we moved to California a few years later and met this one girl. However, we don’t really recommend it based on the number of failed attempts. It’s too much work and takes way too long to be considered truly worthwhile.

my after-deadpool movie experience with a friend [m/f]

For those of you who haven’t watched deadpool, not to worry, I won’t give away any BIG spoilers. I will, however, focus on a non-important scene in order to give context. Just in case, I will add a break into this post for people who don’t want to see any spoilers.

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Okay, just this past weekend, a bunch of us decided to see deadpool. There were 2 couples, 3 guys, and 2 girls (9 in total), but lets focus on me and a girl named Brittany. We show up almost an hour early and line up, knowing we all want to grab decent seats together. Seven of us sit in one row in the rear center, and the lesbian couple sits a few rows behind us. The scene in question is the main sex scene between Wade and his girlfriend, where she is riding cowboy and he is fondling her breasts. The camera angle conveniently places the dude’s arm in front of the girlfriend’s crotch, but it is easy to see she is perfectly seated overtop his cock. There must have been dick on vagina contact, otherwise it would be impossible to film such a pose. Basically the actors were having sex. Compare this scene to other movies where fake sex is happening, which requires the appropriate camera angle, and the guy is seated away or below the girl, and no sexual contact is made. Such is the benefit of an r-rated movie.

A Story About A Friend

The life of a teenager is simple: Be cool, Get Drunk, Fuck. So when my mum asked me if I wanted to come to Scotland and paint the new house my immediate answer was: ” I’ve got so much coursework to do!!”.
While that was not a lie the main reason I didn’t want to go was because it was the Easter holidays and I knew that I’d much rather throw a house party.
I grew up in a strict household so even contemplating the idea of throwing a house party made me nervous. My dad was the kind of man to lock me in the cellar for a week if I refused to eat my vegetables. ( okay maybe that’s a little extreme … But you get the idea).

So the day before they left I made plans with my best friend Jodie about who to invite as I’d never organised anything like this before. She told me to play it cool and eventually word would get out and people would just invite themselves. So I took her advice. We lived in a very communal area so I didn’t want a hoard of people there but just enough to enjoy myself.

[M/F23] Part I – The one with the sex in the sauna and my sexuality

  If you guys have read my [first story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/44l1mc/mf23_the_one_with_the_fifa_world_cup_match_and_my/), I met up with Mr.Simpson one more time. Well I had the crimson week going but still wanted to practice my oral skills that I had memorized from reading all the oral technique posts in r-sex. Obviously I was horny. But unfortunately that day Simpson pushed the buttons a bit far, I didn’t say no, I didn’t say yes either, first time taking it in the ass takes a lot of prep. OUCH, we stopped. I was pissed, sexually frustrated, my uterus boxing from inside, you know hormones and stuff, I went home and cried. My mind concluded two things, “Girl you gotta be assertive in bed!” and yes I think you are a lesbian.

  Luckily, am proved otherwise. Now I had moved to a new country known for its cold weather. I got matched with Henry on Tinder, I liked all his outdoorsy pictures and he is a climber. We talked about climbing, I was just beginning the sport then. Now it was fun talking to him, we both liked to travel and I was in awe with his stories. I wanted to hear more of his stories and he wanted to hear mine, so we decided to meet up at my place and play some ping pong and pool. I am a lil bit of a meticulous planner. So I got a few beers and also booked the Sauna ;) at my residence.

[F/F] Finally giving my neighbor a taste

Erica was a feisty, hyper ball of energy. Short, maybe 5 foot with a petite frame and modest breasts, but big hips and a plump but firm ass and short but toned legs. Her dyed hair changed between shades of brown to dark red and occasionally purple highlights depending on the week and she had somewhat of an artsy look with a pierced septum and ears. She was 26 but had a babyface and could have passed for 18 with juicy, full lips. She had one of those voices that always seemed excited and inquisitive like she just drank two cups of coffee. She was cute, not sexy, but had an adorable personality which was hard to pin as either bluntly flirtatious or playfully sarcastic and goofy.

She lived a few doors down in our townhouse community and I’d see her on weekends coming home with her girlfriend holding hands (I wouldn’t have known she was a lesbian if not for that). I didn’t have air conditioning and spent most of my downtime relaxing on my porch. I moved in during early spring and shed often stop by on her way home from jogging to make small talk if she saw me on the porch, occasionally joining me for tea a few minutes.

Third and Fourth Time with my Step-dad [m/f] and [mm/ff]

I’m really sorry to all who have messaged me and I haven’t posted about the incidents with my step dad. I’ve been busy with some stuff. Part three and four kinda go together and part three is really short so I’m including both together.

Also, most conversation in here is a word or two off, I can’t remember word for word from back in the day.

**Third Time:**

About two weeks had passed since my last sexual encounter with my step-dad. Either timing wasn’t right or other things going on. To keep myself occupied, he bought me a jeweled buttplug for 24/7 training and told me to use my dildo on me two times a day (no clit stimulation) and text him something secretive after 30 minutes of playing with myself, even if I didn’t get off.

We couldn’t roleplay at all and I was starting to miss it. Until one Thursday evening. We didn’t have much time but we were both home. I called out for him from my room normally in case someone was home. Made sure no one was home and began the roleplaying.

Bug me not (FF) (very long) (part fiction)

There’s this coworker who just wouldn’t stop coming on to me. It would have been nice, except we both are women. I do have a share of a past lesbian experience-slash-relationship which I considered to be a “phase” however it had been haunting me since it began. I love the attention I’m getting but it just wouldn’t work out with me. As her advances drive me insane, I thought of writing what I would have wanted to do as opposed to actually doing it. Hopefully this could get it off my system, somewhat.


It’s my application day, and I thought I looked appropriate for a plump 30-year old lady. Wearing my favorite button-down blouse tucked in my sleek fitting slacks, I thought I’d be able to land this job easily. Being a professional starting private practice needing a bump up in daily expenditure, I sure could use this extra job. I was set for a teaching demo that will decide if I get (officially) to be hired as a teacher. I was standing outside the room and this other lady approached me. I suspected she was a bit older than me or at least the same age as I. She was petite, hair tied back in a bun, wearing thick-rimmed glasses, chiffon blouse tucked in her skinny jeans, clutching what appeared to be a bunch of folders. She stopped in front of me and asked me what my name was. I said, “I’m Joey.” And she said, “Joey what?” I responded, “Joey Black” and she said, I’ll see more of you, Joey Black.”
I didn’t know why but she pissed the crap out of me and each moment I saw her since.