Stories by Gwen

It happened. The stars aligned with my nerve and my libido. I was about to drive eight hours to meet a tantalizing woman I'd been conversing with online. For coffee, we agreed. Coffee. I'm not saying that coffee is always code for sex, but I am saying that there were plenty of java shops between my place and hers that wouldn't require two tanks of gas and an overnight bag. Everything was packed and loaded. Under my comfortable road clothes was my skankiest lingerie. Under that was a very pale and nervous me. To say I'd never done anything like this before would be the understatement of the year. But I was recklessly restless and she was terribly tantalizing. I was locking my apartment door when I got her message. I had told her I was ready to hit the road. I was expecting a "drive safe," or a "call me when you get here." I was not expecting instructions Once every hour, pull over and play with yourself for five minutes: no more and no less...

I edged a friend the other day. This is a transcript of what went on between us. I sent my instructions to her throughout the day. I wrote them all in advance, but she received them according to a schedule. Episode 1: Upon awakening I know you are awake now, and I am thinking of you. I am imagining your body, warm and soft and drowsy. I imagine awakening next to you and caressing you as you sleep, until you open your eyes and see me there. I smile and continue teasing your nipples. You reach down and wriggle out of your bottoms as I play with your pretty breasts. I reach down and glide my hands up and down your inner thighs, teasing you as I edge closer to your heat with each stroke. My fingers leave a trail of goose bumps on your smooth warm skin. You part your thighs wider as my fingers get close, so close. But I stop then and smile. I pick up your hand, pull it to my lips, and push two fingers into my mouth. I lick and suck on them, my eyes never leaving yours. Then I pu...

Jane is an Australian university student I met recently. I told her that I sometimes put sweet subby girls through long days of edging without allowing them to cum. She was intrigued by the idea and we made plans to try it. Here are some of the messages we exchanged that day. From Gwen  - 11:15 p.m. Tomorrow's perfect. Let's start this way. When you get up, and before you leave the house to go to your classes at the university, I want you to make some time completely nude in front of a mirror. Take your breasts in your hands. Squeeze them against your chest. Play with your nipples. When they're erect, pinch them a bit. Twist and tug. Pinch harder. A lot harder. Look at your hands on your breasts. Imagine my hands there, touching you. Say this aloud: "My body belongs to you, Miss Gwen. I'm a slutty horny whore for you and I'm going to do exactly what you want. It makes me so wet to be your property, Miss Gwen, to be obedient and touch myself and fu...

Go. Now. I see your simple words on my screen, Gwen, and before I can stop myself, my head tips back like my hair was pulled. My eyes flutter shut. There's a hiss of indrawn breath as the bottom drops out of my stomach, plunging directly between my thighs. My fingers curl over the flat surface of my desk and find no purchase. It doesn't really matter how I found myself in this predicament. It doesn't matter what games were played and what dances executed in this strange flirtation. We've circled for days, weeks, with pretty words strung together like beads, beautiful shining sequences of clever prose. I try to keep my secrets to myself, you try to tease them out of me. Those secrets are the keys to the why of me, and I am afraid to have those known. You try to lead, I dodge and slide away. I fight this because I need to, because I must, but there was a growing sense of inevitability in the last few exchanges. I tip my own hand every time because I am conflicted ...

I enjoy being dominant but I am not a sadist. When I engage with a submissive girl, I accept responsibility for decision-making in our relationship, particularly regarding sex. That means that I am no longer responsible just for my own pleasure, but for hers as well. That is a big responsibility and I take it seriously. If a partner requires a bit of humiliation or pain for satisfaction, then I will provide it. But I take no direct pleasure from hurting anyone. We all have comfort zones. We know what we like and what feels safe to us. As I get to know my partners I learn where the borders and edges of their comfort zones are. We go there, right to the edge. And when we have established trust and all seems right, I lead them a half-step over into the thrilling territory they didn't dare explore before - or, more commonly, that they never suspected they would find so exciting and fulfilling. When the chemistry is just right, the sub takes an adventure tour of erotic discovery a...