The best way to get to know someone [MF] [oral] [butt]

“Are you attracted to me?” she asks, pressing the peach to her lips. She makes as if to bite, but all she does is kiss it. The kerosene lamp makes her eyes sparkle wickedly.

She’s still holding the cutting knife, so I say the first thing that tumbles into my head, “Hang on, let me check.” I lean in closer, press my nose to her hair, and inhale deeply. Her scent, a mixture of peaches and ocean water, fill my lungs and make me smile.

“So?” she asks, her breath a whisper.

“I’m still not quite sure.” I try to suppress my grin, especially because she’s feigning an upset look. Her bottom lip sticks out in the cutest way.

“Oh?” she asks, putting the knife down beside the peach. “What’s giving you uncertainty?”

“I might need to taste you to be perfectly sure,” I say, my voice rumbling with a growl. Her eyes go straight to my lips, and she bites her own.

“Okay,” she says, a blush on her freckled face. She looks away from me and shuts her eyes, leaning forward. She thinks I want to kiss her.

I poke her button nose. “Where?”

I talked a big game to a fellow Redditor… and backed it up! [MF]

Hello folks. This story was posted previously on here on my former account, which has since been compromised. (On a *completely-unrelated* note, exes are *awesome*.

**-NON-PORN BACKSTORY-**

My (now ex-) partner and I decided to open our relationship for various reasons, but due my heavy workload I had not attempted to find anyone. I decided to change that a few months back. I took some of my stockpiled days off and, after enjoying myself for a few days, began to try and find something.

So I did what any sensible person would do when trying to spend some time away from a computer: I went to Reddit.

I came across one post that caught my eye. It was made by a woman close to my age who was going through a somewhat-similar situation. Like me, she had nerdish interest and was looking for something casual with a side of intelligent conversation. I sent her a message, she sent one back, and we hit it off instantly.

(She had also posted some pics on some of the gonewild subs. That didn’t hurt the cause.)

Conference CAM [M/F] [cheat] [oral] [female pov]

(This story was originally written for a woman, and as such is POV from her point of view. You may see this story published in other places under the pseudonym “Liam Carmichael”. Rest assured that Liam is my pen name, and I am the original author and owner of this work and anything else I post. Rick is Liam. Liam is Rick. If you enjoy this story and are a woman (sorry guys, but I only create custom content for women), feel free to send a request for a scenario you would like to experience via written words. I will do my best to bring it to life for you. Enjoy!

“So how many people are they going to have you talk to today honey?” you ask the question while sitting on the living room sofa as you unwrap a piece of spearmint gum and pop it into your mouth. The flavor is powerful as it hits your taste buds and your mouth begins to water.

Tiffany goes to the Gym [bi][t/M][Crossdressing][Sissy][BBC][exh][oral]

**Intro**

As I strolled into the gym, my blonde ponytail up high in a pink scrunchy, pink Nikes at the bottom of my smooth pale legs, and pink cotton booty shorts that were barely legal, I couldn’t help but remember the first time I came to this gym.

I winked at the cute black guy dribbling his basketball through the parking lot. He smiled at me – I couldn’t tell if it was my new implants poking out through my white crop top, or my sparkly lip gloss. Either way, he liked what he saw.

He reminded me of Trey, the handsome gym rat I met when I first came here. I wanted to suck his dick just for bringing back such beautiful memories. I just might.

**—Chapter 1—**

When I first signed up at Urban Flex, I was super nervous. I was still a boy back then, dressing up in lingerie and fucking older men behind closed doors, but a meek and nervous 18 year old in public. I was skinny and pale. The big, strong guys all looked at me funny when I went to the stair master and the medicine balls, wondering why I didn’t go for the bench press like the other guys.

Covering the Bases [MF][First-time Oral][Foreplay][Flirty][First attempt]

This story is based on true things, but names and some details have been altered to protect privacy and romanticize things a bit. This is a story about my high school gf and I (both 18) slowly exploring each other and eventually building up to our first blowjob. The fun is in the journey… I hope it’s enjoyable!

It was a warm evening, in the summer between high school and college. My girlfriend, Mariana, and I had grabbed dinner and I was driving her home, but on the way we turned off the usual route and parked at this spot where the road ended just before a steep drop, overlooking the highway and the countryside. The nearly-full moon hung just over the horizon, a hazy yellow color. The sky was that shade of blue it gets when the sun has gone down but the light hasn’t faded yet. We both loved the sky and took a moment to soak in the view of it all. This was our usual make-out spot, but we had never caught it looking this beautiful. I looked over at her and let my hands slip down slowly off of the steering wheel. She looked at me and bit her lower lip. Within seconds we had climbed into the back of the seat, thrown off each others glasses, and embraced with our lips.

[MF] Reddit gets me laid with a curvy, stunning, South American girl, and I hadn’t even learned her name.

A while ago, I posted a pic on ladybonersgw. Got a pretty good amount of response but one jumped out at me. A girl that lived nearby. “Ummm, you should post some more pictures.” I responded “Ummm, you should let me see some pictures of yourself.” We began exchanging messages, and she lived in a bit of a rural city about an hour and a half away from me, but had some friends where I lived. We exchanged kik info, and she ended up being a curvy South American girl; beautiful long, brown hair, nice thick ass, big, gorgeous hips and fantastic DD tits, maybe about 5’4’’ and in her early thirties. She didn’t always go for men, and mostly had interest in girls, but was attracted to me and interested in meeting. After swapping some dirty pictures, videos, and messages, I was too, and then some.

Completely soaked a hotel mattress [MF]

My wife and I just got done with a long stint in a long-term stay hotel situation due to storm damage to our home. We fuck pretty regularly, but I was out of commission due a painful tear in my dick. So we went about business in other ways. Anyways, about two years ago, we discovered how much she loves to squirt. Our last day in the hotel, it jumped to a new level.

The Categorical Imperative of a Short Plaid Skirt [mf, oral]

I met Victoria on the other side of a 4 month descent into despair.

You’ve probably figured it out by now, but I’m not like most guys. I can be rough and manipulative, but my strongest sexual attraction comes from my heart. I fall in love quickly and deeply. Google “limerence.” That’s me–I get incredibly high from being in love. It’s an all-encompassing desire to posses, to become one with another. Idealization makes the marginally attractive worthy of obsession. And that’s when I want to fuck.

At the time of this story, I was 18 and did not have this kind of detached self-assessment. I only saw potential partner after partner fall away as I was mystified by rejection from the college girls who were not looking for anything approaching my intensity. And who can blame them? From far away, that kind of attention must look curious. Up close, like sunlight focused through a magnifying glass, it burns.

By the time second semester rolled around, I had reached an uneasy peace with myself. I gained something near closure with the former object of my affection after months of silence and started to pull myself out of the deep depression that the sudden end of that relationship launched.

[MF] Sex in a field, and a huge cumshot on my tits

I had such a great reaction to my first GW story yesterday, that I thought I’d write another one.

This is another story about me and my husband, this time before we were married. It is the summer of 2011, and we are 21 years old.

After graduating from university, my boyfriend and I went travelling together for a year. For 12 months we strapped on our backpacks and went trekking. Across the Andries, through the Himalayas, through Africa’s national parks; we cover thousands of miles, on foot and outdoors, eating and very often sleeping in the wild. Having sex outdoors becomes our normal, a habit we’ve retained to this day.

When we get back to the UK, we are engaged, but have no place to live. While we look for a house, I move back in with my parents in rural Derbyshire, while my boyfriend sofa-surfs in London and starts his new job.

Living apart after so long together is an unwelcome shock. For three years of university we lived in the same house, and for 12 months after that we were barely apart for more than a few minutes, as we travelled the world. After just a few days I felt the physical separation like the loss of a part of me, and my boyfriend felt the same.