Tag: Lesbian

I [M25] fucked my [F23] lesbian best friend and it was the best sex of my life [MF]

Hey guys. Long time lurker first time poster here. So to start off let me say that me and my friend, let’s call her Jessica have been friends for a while and there is no awkwardness between us. We have seen eachother naked dozens of times and have while we both have admitted we think the other attractive it has never gone past complimenting one another cause well compliment your friends, I’m sure they’d appreciate it once in a while. We also go out regularly (pre covid) and wingman for eachother. Anyway on to the story.

One day she comes over and we are just hanging out in my room watching a movie and she mentions that she saw a hilarious porno parody and asked me if I wanted to see it and I was like “son of a bitch…I’m in”. You the the ones. They are all horribly bad but you still laugh your ass off. So we start playing it and about halfway through we get to this one actress we both find fucking HOT! So needless to say we both wind up getting really turned on. Read more »

“Fuck being good, I’m [29F] a bad bitch ” (my first post-divorce dick appointment [35M] PT. 2) [MF]

Hello again.

To recap – I just came out of a decade-long relationship. [Here’s part one for those who missed my first adventure.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m03b99/fuck_being_good_im_29f_a_bad_bitch_my_first/)

We left off with me driving naked to my friend’s house – let’s call him Leo. I arrive and calmly knocked on the door. I was a little nervous but more so excited. I thoroughly enjoy seducing men and have missed the chase. Leo greets me, we hug for a second, and he lets me in.

We chit chat for a while, then he asks, “do you want me to take your coat”. I smile. It is fucking on like Donkey Kong. We stare at each other as I unzip my jacket. He gives me the once over, and then we stare at each other again. He takes off his shirt, and I see a HUGE Leo symbol tattoo on his peck.

I smile. “Oh god, you’re a Leo too? This will be fun,” I say. He grabs me, and we finally kiss. I wrapped my hands around his neck and leaned into his body. Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 6 — “Falling into Grace” (Part 2, fg, rom, nosex)

**Chapter 6 —** ***Falling into Grace*** **(Part 2)**

It’s still foggy the next morning, but gradually the clouds clear up — and just like that, fickle spring is back again. Bo doesn’t ask for any more cuddle time that night, and of course I’m too much of a wuss to ask for it myself, but at least I’m not scared anymore of losing my little sister’s affection. Sure, maybe we won’t go back to kissing, but our new game of breathing on each other’s skin is great, too.

On Friday, Mom announces over dinner that she and Dad have decided to get annual passes for the pool for all of us. Bo and I cheer, which makes Mom and Dad cheer, too. We’re all stoked.

The next morning after breakfast, Bo and I go up to our rooms to get ready for the pool. After she closes the door behind her I strip naked, then put on my white one-piece swimsuit with a T-shirt and shorts on top. I stash a pair of clean panties in my backpack, along with a book, headphones and my Discman, which is currently equipped with *One Hot Minute* by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 3 — Sleepovers (fg, mast, panties, nosex)

**Chapter 3 — Sleepovers**

I take my backpack off, turn the stereo on and flop down on my bed. I’m the first one home today. History class was canceled because Mrs. Sauer is sick, so I got out at twelve and caught the train five minutes later. Mom and Dad are working, and Bo won’t be home from school till one.

Which means I can blast the music as loud as I like. I’ve got one of Dad’s CDs in my cheap stereo, *tusk* by Fleetwood Mac. We listened to it in the car on our first family vacation to Italy when I was seven, and it’s been one of my favourites ever since.

I hit play on the remote and turn up the volume. Closing my eyes, I let the music spill across me. “Over & Over” builds and swells and engulfs me in its vast waves of eerie guitars and hypnotic background vocals. It’s music from another world.

As the song fades, I realize I’m not the only one at home. Annoyed meows are coming from somewhere nearby. I stop the music and quickly manage to trace their source. Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 2 — School (f, mast)

**Chapter 2 — School**

I reach over and turn off the alarm. Six in the morning. I have to leave the house around seven, walk over to the station and take the train to school. Class starts at seven thirty.

I used to have my alarm set to six-fifteen, which gave me enough time to loll around in bed for a bit before I’d have to get up, put on clothes and go downstairs for my bathroom routine. Usually I’d still have time for a mug of hot cocoa on the couch before leaving the house. Yet more often than not, lately I’ve been getting up an extra fifteen minutes early.

His tail is still tucked between my legs. I love waking up horny.

Shere Khan is a large plush tiger that lives on the side of my bed. His tail is covered with incredibly soft fur. Sometimes when I go to sleep, I pull down my pyjama pants, lie on my side and clamp my legs around his tail as I spoon him — like last night, for instance. Read more »

Lisa’s sex addiction

Lisa had been smoking weed, watching lesbian porn and edging her voracious pussy for about 6 straight hours without cumming now. At 2 hours she couldn’t think straight, and by now, few remains of her brains were left. At this point she was so hungry for sex that her entire animal instinct had come alive. She was angry horny, desperate for hot cum, famished because no matter how much porn she watched or how many times she made herself cum with the Hitachi wand, she would not be able to produce delicious hot fucking addictive cum. It’s what she needed, what she craved, what she dreamt of and what she thought about when she woke up every day. Nothing could replace it. And it couldn’t be just anybody, she needed the cum of a sex addict.

As she thought that, Lisa fucked herself deeper with her dildo. What she was doing couldn’t be called masturbation anymore, she was fucking herself. Lisa had beautiful perfectly manicured hands that were long and elegant and hard not to notice, and they were taking turns fucking her dripping wet pussy and squeezing her big full natural tits. Read more »

FF F23 She made me cum twice, first time with a girl

Hi everyone! Never posted here, but I guess there’s a first time for everything (; had my first lesbian experience this weekend and wanted to share with you all.

Up until now I’ve never hooked up with a girl- I’ve always wondered if I’m bi, or if I just enjoy watching lesbian porn. I’ve thought about hooking up with girls but if it came down to it I never thought I’d have the balls.

This weekend we went away for my friends birthday and got an air bnb. We had plans to go to a “bar” where we could sit a group of ~ 10 of us at a table and listen to some music and get some drinks. We had also done brunch that day, so many of us were beginning to become extremely intoxicated. I noticed two lesbian girls were part of the party, and they had started to hook up on one of the couches. Like really going at it- one on top of the other, straddling and humping, the more feminine of the two grinding her pussy on the other. Read more »

A great first time lesbian story. Awsome fun read.

[Excerpt from [The Business Trip: Part1](https://gasm.io/the-business-trip-part-1.html)]

At the gate we exchanged business cards and promised to call or e-mail each other. A slightly uncomfortable silence settled on us which was only broken a few minutes later when we both got up to board when they announced rows 1-17. It turned out that she had a window and I was 2 seats away in the same row on the inside isle. It was a simple thing to switch seats with the gentleman sitting beside her. Now feeling like old friends re-uniting we joyfully took drinks from the stewardess, clicked glasses and chatted on. After dinner (and a couple more drinks) the lights dimmed and an idiotic romantic comedy started and my companion admitted that she was a bit of a nervous traveler. During a patch of fairly heavy turbulence she grabbed my hand and her knee rubbed against mine. I was sorry I’d worn jeans and not a skirt but alas… I threw a blanket over her and suggested she try to sleep saying that I would try for a few winks myself. I dozed off with her still clutching my hand. Read more »

Excerpt of “The Cult” – Part 1 – (Bi)(Free-use)(Group)(Oral sex)(Voyeurism)(Lesbian)

Yet, Amira saw the first of many victims: A man carelessly holding a sapphire necklace that must have been worth at least a couple thousands. Sure, not as massive as Paul’s thirty thousand dollars watch, but it was like snatching three months worth of salary in one petty second. Horrible, but necessary.

She studied her opponent a bit further:

This man was tall, dark and had a bushy beard. In his mid-thirties, this man was nonetheless incredibly beautiful.

She took a single step towards him, but in one terrifying second, her instinct commanded her to stop: Suddenly, all the noise in the room died down, now replaced by a weary, suspenseful silence .

*How did they catch me already*?

“Ladies and gentlemen.” Someone announced. Amira turned around to see Paul standing on a table, holding a glass of champagne which he held up in the air “We have among us none other than an honoured guest, Lady Tanya. Give it up, everyone!”
A thunderous clap welcomed on the table the tall woman who pushed her in the crowd just a moment ago. Somehow, the scowl she wore seemed to be lighter this time, almost see-through: Read more »

Excerpt of “The Cult” – Part 1 – (Bi)(Free-use)(Group)(Oral sex)(Voyeurism)(Lesbian)

Yet, Amira saw the first of many victims: A man carelessly holding a sapphire necklace that must have been worth at least a couple thousands. Sure, not as massive as Paul’s thirty thousand dollars watch, but it was like snatching three months worth of salary in one petty second. Horrible, but necessary.

She studied her opponent a bit further:

This man was tall, dark and had a bushy beard. In his mid-thirties, this man was nonetheless incredibly beautiful.

She took a single step towards him, but in one terrifying second, her instinct commanded her to stop: Suddenly, all the noise in the room died down, now replaced by a weary, suspenseful silence .

*How did they catch me already*?

“Ladies and gentlemen.” Someone announced. Amira turned around to see Paul standing on a table, holding a glass of champagne which he held up in the air “We have among us none other than an honoured guest, Lady Tanya. Give it up, everyone!”
A thunderous clap welcomed on the table the tall woman who pushed her in the crowd just a moment ago. Somehow, the scowl she wore seemed to be lighter this time, almost see-through: Read more »