She answered my ad for a pen-pal in casual encounters cautiously…just a one-line answer, but it sounded real, the grammar was correct, and so I gave it a shot. Within a few intelligent-sounding e-mails, she confessed she was a lesbian in a serious relationship with a recent, new-found obsession with cock. I of course assumed she was fake, and immediately stated so, giving a legitimate explanation of the usual fakes I deal with on craigslist. I asked for voice verification. I got it. She was real. She went into detail about what she saw as a completely primal, instinctive, biological obsession she was having with cock. Perhaps it was her complete lack of experience with it, mixed with her biological desire to use her parts in ways they are biologically supposed to be used, which spurred this extreme curiosity on. Whatever it was, I was happy to oblige discussing fantasies with someone so eager to be led into a new-to-them world.
Tag: Straight
Tied to a chair and teased – part 1 – F/mf – True – Bondage
Stacy was wild. Too wild really, but at the time it was amazing. This is the story of a bet I lost with her.
Stacy was almost a cliche, the woman that has all the "male" traits. Obsessed with sports, sex and being tough. No one fucked Stacy, Stacy fucked them. Deep down though, Stacy loved being conquered. For years our sex life had been aggressive and a struggle. The general rule of thumb was that if I could beat her or overpower her, that I could do what I wanted. Betting was a key part of our sex life and so often her outlet for her submissive feelings.
We dated and fucked off and on for years. Had threesomes and what not, both refusing to define our relationship.
Things were different now though. Stacy at this point was officially my girlfriend and after years of a bizarre sex life had finally come to accept that she was submissive, or at least liked being submissive with me. I was, at the time, the only man she had ever been submissive with, she more often than not dominated, naturally, men and women she was with.
Witchy [MF]
We haven't talked in years. The rift between Ashley and me started when we left high school. I moved into the city and she didn't want to leave her home town. I've always been a wanderer and understood her strong feelings for home and family. I kissed her on the lips for the first time as I said goodbye. We didn't keep in touch after that. I spent a lot of time working and dating casually. I've always been a bit of a sexual deviant and it made for a fun pass time. I was laying in bed, reading, my lover laying asleep next to me, bruises and welts showing under her still damp skin. The light glinted off the curves of her figure, her skin still with a hint of sex and sweat on it. My phone lit up, being silenced. Reaching for my phone, I saw an unknown number on the screen. "Hello, Wolfy." My head tilted to the side and I stared. Only one person had ever called me that. "Hey Witchy, how are you?" A simple message, we always slipped back into a comfortable place together talking. "Can't sleep per usual. Whatcha been up to?" Thus began our talk. The catching up. She had left her fiancé at the alter, already having caught him cheating. And she lived in the same town still. A small-town girl to the end. After work the next day I showered and changed at work and went straight to visit her, my bag packed in my truck.
Coworker + strip club = an unbelievable story
It's a tough story to believe, I KNOW, but hey, sexuality isn't a light switch or an absolute. It's a scale, a scale that has many factors and each one of us have a personal limiter on it. So when I said I was with a lesbian, you have to understand that the label is just a 'general' guideline. Let's not try to put everyone we know inside a nice, neat, little box, mmmkay? Now that we have that established, listen to may tale about Melissa.
For those who don't know her, she's tall, about my height, but not lanky, nor is she thick. She has this amazing athletic-meets-average body type. We've worked together for a few years. Perhaps knowing she was gay made it easy to not think about every little thing I said. Perhaps for her too, since we joked with each other a lot. There was this immediate comfortability factor that was quite evident from the first day. She has light hazel eyes, brown hair that she usually has somewhat dyed blonde, and an amazing smile. Probably why I liked joking with her so much, was to watch that smile almost never leave her face.
Losing my virginity at Wizard World [F/M]
My best friend invited me to go with him to Dallas (well, Arlington but close enough) for Wizard World around the time they first started having them in Dallas, probably 2003. I leapt at the chance to have access to more comics and figures than our tiny store had, especially since the next closest store was over forty miles away- and, come on, I'd never been a convention before! It was (and still is) the holy grail of geekdom. It was super short notice but I wanted to try my hand at cosplay and just barely managed to scrape together a passable Jubilee costume (that I still cringe about to this day) before we had to hit the road.
The drive was long and boring and stupid but I was so excited to go to convention and so happy to go to a city that had more than two stop lights that everything seemed magical. We stopped at truck stops and ate way too much candy because we were young and stupid with way too much con cash to blow.
(M)y (18) (F)irst Time Fucking An Older Woman (25) At Work
I’m 18 years old in the last year of high school and I live in a fairly small town in Ohio, I’m 5’11 and although I’m no longer involved in any sports I work out regularly and would say I’m in pretty great shape. Since April I’ve been working at a Gas Station that also doubles as an Ice Tea/Coffee store. I work there every weekend and occasionally after school, in the time I’ve been there I have become well acquainted with a few of the regulars.
One particular customer who caught my eye was a beautiful woman, let’s call her Kate for the sake of anonymity. I don’t know what attracted me to her the most, her big ass or her big tits. Kate is 25 and roughly 5’3, she is a pretty woman with brown hair, brown eyes and a body with just the right amount of meat it. Over time she told me she is married and has a daughter who is almost three, occasionally they would all come in together.
M/F First time making love volcano
First time making love catch fire
Synopsis m/f serious love making #volcano romance, true love, hot as hell
Background
If you said my life was a wreck that would have been a drastic understatement. But damn was time for a clean start! A life spent building with someone crushed in a bipolar nightmare no more. Now I was free to get what I want and now I know how important things are.
Tinder
I had been trying to avoid tinder as I had decided to avoid just going on sexcapades and just wanted to focus on finding someone I would like to be around and take it from there. After a few dates set up by friends and nothing really from it I was finally convinced to try tinder by a friend who even showed me his chats and how successful he was with it getting woman to simply have sex with him. He was like a snake charmer with simple typing it seemed he could get laid anytime he wanted. Was shallow and gross and he never did anything else with any of these woman but it showed me they are out there and that is how to contact them. I did decide I wouldn't be just another horny asshole trying to get laid I would try and actually get dates and meet woman.
Mixed messages never felt so good [FM]
DISCLAIMER- I do not condone sex while intoxicated/under the influence of substances that cloud cognition. Consent is the only thing that separates sex from rape.
Awkward, clumsy, uncoordinated, embarrassing and noisy in all the wrong ways.
But fucking amazing
I'd had a crush on him for ages, We'd been close friends for years and as teenagers we innocently shared a bed at sleepovers, He'd always been the perfect gentleman, offering to take the couch or the floor, and I'd always been a flirt, saying i'm cold or afraid of things that go bump in the night and would rather he share my bed.
I started to wonder if he was daft or just too polite to assume, so I psyched myself up and I told him that I had never felt the way he made me feel. He had told me a he wasn't attracted to me and he wasn't interested in me "that way".
So I wasn't expecting anything to ever happen.
[F, Fictional Monster] Beauty and the Beast
“The jury has returned with their verdict. The defendant, April Taylor, has been found guilty of 20 counts of bestiality, 256 counts of videotaping bestiality, and 276 counts of harassing Sasquatches.”
I couldn’t help but smile as the judge read the verdict. Had it really been that many times?
“Ms. Taylor, I sentence you to pay a fine of $110,000 and to serve ten years for each count of harassing Sasquatches, to be served concurrently, and five years for each count of bestiality and videotaping bestiality, also to be served concurrently but not during your time served for harassing Sasquatches,” the judge said.
A police officer came to lead me out of the courtroom. Before I left, I turned back to see my parents and siblings before the officer hauled me off to jail. Their heads were all down – presumably too ashamed of me to look. I couldn’t blame them, but I have no guilt for what I’ve done.
The officer placed me in handcuffs and together we walked in silence to a county van, where I was then told I would serve my 15-year sentence at the Washington State Women’s Correctional Center in Acme, Washington. Acme is only about half an hour away from my ranch in Glacier.
Two fun highlights to a tiring convention weekend (F/M)
My convention weekend got off to the worst start possible – I'd planned to meet someone as soon as I arrived in the area, but a family phone call meant I missed the train I planned to catch, the train I did catch got delayed, and then when I got there I couldn't get an Internet connection for the life of me to get in touch with them and my hotel room wasn't ready to end a miserable day so far.
After almost an hour of sulking and queuing to get into the show and wander around until my room was ready (although they at least let me leave my cases there), I finally managed to check in and get to my room. Flopping onto the bed to destress for a moment, I checked my phone to find I was still having no real luck with Internet access, but I did have a text message from a guy I'd met and talked with for a while the last time the event had rolled around asking if I was there for the weekend.