FabSwingers.com forum: Out of her league

By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

(this is in part inspired by real events. The second part is in progress)

God, it wasn’t like her at all.

She was that woman on Fab that very few seemed to appreciate. Her preferences were opaque, her meets not fitting into a particular pattern. She clearly had a way of doing things that the vast majority couldn’t wrap their heads around. She met, certainly she did. But on her terms. Terms which frustrated the vast majority.

Until today. She’d had this guy on her hotlist for ages. Amazing body, intriguing text. She was grateful for stealth mode, because she didn’t want him to know just how much she’d been looking. As if he’d ever be interested in her. And, of course, she wasn’t just looking... her thoughts and her hands would wander, imagining what might be...

He was way out of her league. Fab or not.

He messaged her, completely out of the blue. He was in her area, would she fancy a drink? Normally, the answer would be no, a first message like that. Well, delete then block a follow up. She had ways of managing Fab. She did have a free evening, and she had been imagining him like that... Fuck it. What the hell.

Her heart pounded as she decided what to wear. She decided to go for the discreetly sexy look, one that made her feel confident but that didn’t give too much away. Her favourite form fitting dress, the royal purple making her skin look radiant and bringing out her deep brown eyes. Modest neck line, hitting the knee, curves obvious but not in your face. Dior 999, the sexy but not too sexy red lipstick. Chanel No. 5, of course. Hold ups, patent black heels that she knew helped lift her large firm arse and accentuate her modest breasts.

He was way out of her league. It was only a social. But still. Hope springs eternal.

They’d agreed a time, a place, and she’d given him a vague idea of what she was wearing. Sent her face photo, wishing it were better. She was standing at the bar, back to the door, just before the agreed time. She was trying to steel herself: sticking to sparkling water, rather than her usual. As much as she’d like to take the edge off the nerves, this was not a time to lose control of her faculties.

She heard her name and turned. She definitely needed control of her faculties. Good heavens. He was one of those rare creatures who looked even better than his pictures. His grey-blue eyes were particularly striking. Physically, he was as much her type as she thought he would be. He looked genuinely pleased to see her.

His name was Peter, and she’d better not say his username out loud. But there were many other ways her brain could fail her now. She noticed just a hint of his cologne, and instantly she was transported to her first memorable fling: it was the same her lover had used. Damn, she was suggestible, but of course Peter wasn’t to know. She felt her libido kick into overdrive. The sudden combination of fantasy, memory, and the present moment was quite heady.

Not the time to do anything rash. He was way out of her league.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Intrigued to know more

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By *ancardiff7Man
over a year ago

Near Cowbridge

Good start

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By *antric ecstasyMan
over a year ago

Co Durham

Do go on...

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Great start. Xx

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

Her resolve didn’t last.

The conversation was unusually varied for a Fab meet. Although she had no problems holding her own intellectually, she was struggling a bit today. Distracted. The cologne played havoc with her senses. Her pulse raced as she tried to keep her desire under control. She was usually much better at this game. If Peter had noticed she couldn’t tell, but of course she was too busy containing the storm raging inside her.

She waited for a natural lull, a change in topics, and used the call of nature as an excuse to catch her breath, regain her composure. It had been a long time since her senses had fought her like this. She was usually restrained, calculating about this sort of thing. Taking it step at a time, following a process. She wanted to throw herself at him.

She calmed her breathing at the bathroom sink, splashed some cold water on the back of her neck. What on earth had come over her?

Walking back to the table, she was surprised to see Peter standing, the bill settled.

“Have I kept you too long? Do you need to be somewhere?” She kept her voice as neutral and measured as she could manage.

“Not at all.” Peter’s eyes flashed, his smile turning slightly mischievous. “I think you want to be anywhere but here.” He winked.

She felt her face burn, and she tried to think of something, anything to say. She felt powerless, and it was both agonising and yet somehow exhilarating.

He stepped closer and kissed her softly. She almost felt her knees buckle. Doubly so, when he pressed his body against hers and she felt his rock hard cock grinding against her. But... he was way out of her league. Wasn’t he?

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By *unningFoxWoman
over a year ago

Leeds

You have a talent

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By *us man1957Man
over a year ago

Guildford

Great so far would love to know how this pans out

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By *asey666Man
over a year ago

Dublin 13

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By *ames WhyteMan
over a year ago

Near Manchester Airport

Great start, well written.

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By *sdasaa2Man
over a year ago

Near

Very well written, will be watching this one

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By *an79Man
over a year ago

Nottingham

"You have a talent

Couldn't agree more

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By *hilloutMan
over a year ago

All over the place! Northwesr, , Southwest

Great read so far. Looking forward to next installment

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By *eeBee67Man
over a year ago

Masked and Distant

Great read, look forward to more.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Love the way you build your stories - the framing paints the serene so well and your writing gradually builds the excitement while capturing your character’s inner thoughts beautifully. Very arousing keep going

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By *entleman55Man
over a year ago

S’th West Mc/r

Oh my I’m hooked xx

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By *ollyoaks69Couple
over a year ago

Blackpool

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Nice

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Oh I like this more please xx

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Very well written. Love it.

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

God, it wasn’t like her at all. Nothing about this was like her at all. Almost every rule she had was going out the window tonight. She had no idea where her self control had gone. She didn’t care.

Peter was here for work, and they headed to his nearby hotel. Her astonishment and nerves had mostly given way to excitement. She was still trying to contain her lust for a little bit longer, at least until they were in private. Peter clearly noticed the new way she was looking at him, and laughed.

After an eternity of no more than ten minutes, they were alone.

Her conflicting emotions continued to rage. She wanted him so badly, but felt frozen, unsure what to do next. She hadn’t entirely accepted that this was happening.

Fortunately, being proactive wasn’t going to be necessary. Peter took her in his arms and kissed her again, much more firmly this time. His hands wandering up and down her back, pressing against her and exploring her body. She was incredibly aware that he was turned on, that he wanted her, as much as she couldn’t believe it.

Part of her wanted to fast forward, rip their clothes off and see how her fantasies matched up to reality. Another part of her wanted to capture everything about this moment in her memory.

She forced herself to do something other than react, as hard as she found it. She broke free of his embrace, and, catching her breath, looked him in the eye. She bit her bottom lip and drew her finger gently down his chest, beyond his belt, and rested her hand on his covered erection. She flushed even deeper than she had been, and her face lit up with sheer excitement. This was going to be one hell of an evening.

Peter took the cue and began to unbutton his shirt. They held each other’s gazes steadily as they undressed, pausing only so that Peter could unzip her dress. As she let it fall to the ground, her newly exposed skin felt incredibly sensitised. She was sure it was her arousal and not the air conditioning. She was also sure that Peter could see, possibly smell, how turned on she was. Of course he already knew, but as she disrobed she became more and more aware of it.

She wasn’t sure whether to take off her lingerie, or to leave it on. Men could be difficult to predict like that. It was a set she hadn’t yet displayed on any of her public pictures, so one he wouldn’t have seen. Not that she’d chosen it deliberately. Nothing was going to happen, right? She almost laughed aloud at the absurdity of it all.

Peter walked over to the bed, and gestured for her to follow. As she got there, he pulled her on top of him, kissing her almost ferociously, thrusting his cock against her. He solved her dilemma by reaching for her bra clasps and undoing them. There was an urgency in his passion, one that matched the depths of desire she’d been hiding.

Her whole body was electrified with desire and anticipation. Every sense enlivened, everything much more vivid. This was all so real, and yet, she couldn’t quite believe it was happening. After all, he was supposedly out of her league.

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By *entleman55Man
over a year ago

S’th West Mc/r

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Oh my god. I am loving this.

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over a year ago

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By *J GeminiTV/TS
over a year ago

Northumberland

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

The sexual tension in this instalment is palpable. Loving how you build the passion of the moment. Excellent smut

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

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By *asey666Man
over a year ago

Dublin 13

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By *incs 2 up for funCouple
over a year ago

Lincoln

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By *hocko87Man
over a year ago

dublin

omg i can actually think im that lady in the story . its so well written that you are drawn into it so much . its so hot and horny .

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

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By *rReyMan
over a year ago

Waddington

Bravo, you've captured me perfectly

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

She didn’t want to move or change anything about where she was in that moment. But she needed to get her remaining clothes out of the way. Reluctantly, she got up onto her knees to throw her bra to the side of the room, and dispensed of her knickers with similar lack of ceremony.

Straddling Peter, she looked down at his face. His eyes smouldered with lust as he took in her naked body. He let his fingers leisurely caress her, from her hips upwards, giving her goosebumps. He detoured slightly and ended up with his hand on her shoulder blade. Her senses were still in overdrive.

Suddenly, Peter brought his other hand up to her back, pushing her down on top of him again and kissing her hard. He flipped her onto her back and returned to grinding his hips against her. Her whole body was aching with desire, and her hips rose involuntarily to meet his. She was utterly breathless.

He broke from their kiss, grazing his lips across her face and down to her jaw line. As he began to nibble at her neck she gasped, and the goosebumps returned in earnest. He continued to move down her body, his lips and teeth gently brushing her skin. He paused at her nipples, which were rock hard, and looked her in the eye. She said nothing, but she knew that her laboured breathing and her face were pleading him to continue. After a moment, the feeling of his tongue on her nipple caused her to cry out with both pent up sexual tension and desire. Her hips arched again. Her pussy lips, aroused to the point of tenderness, brushed against his balls and the bottom of his cock. He looked up for a moment, smiled at her, and continued to lick and suck her nipple. He took one hand and began to knead and stroke the other.

She was utterly helpless, and completely lost in the moment. The pleasure was all consuming. There was no space in her mind to consider that this man might be out of her league.

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By *incs 2 up for funCouple
over a year ago

Lincoln

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By *asey666Man
over a year ago

Dublin 13

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By *ancardiff7Man
over a year ago

Near Cowbridge

A welcome return for the best author on fab

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

"A welcome return for the best author on fab

Oh goodness, I'm flattered!

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By *ancardiff7Man
over a year ago

Near Cowbridge

"A welcome return for the best author on fab

Oh goodness, I'm flattered!"

Do you do book readings? On a 1-2-1 basis?

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

"A welcome return for the best author on fab

Oh goodness, I'm flattered!

Do you do book readings? On a 1-2-1 basis?

Haha! I don't have the voice for it!

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By *emini ManMan
over a year ago

There and to the left a bit

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

It's been noted that I'm not good at finishing my stories. On it

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By *lwaysup4it69Couple
over a year ago

Kirkby in Ashfield

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"It's been noted that I'm not good at finishing my stories. On it

Please please finish this story, I think you have everyone reading this at a point of no return!

Your writing builds up a delicious feeling of anticipation and the tension is insurmountable. Xx

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By *rgasmdonorMan
over a year ago

millstreet

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

It wasn’t clear how much time they spent in that position. Her sense of time had been lost. But she wanted to return the favour. Sexual encounters could be an odd thing at times. She definitely erred on the submissive side, and she loved strong confident men who knew how to take control. But all dynamics need an element of give and take, taking and ceding power, lest they crumble. It could be a delicate balance given her proclivities. Potentially much more given the way she’d built Peter up in her head.

It took considerable effort to swim to the surface, to bring her mind back into focus. When she felt confident that she was mostly back in control of her faculties, she gently, reluctantly, moved Peter’s mouth from her breast and indicated that he should move onto his back.

Straddling him again, she gazed down at his ravenously hungry expression. Wrestled to maintain control of herself. Deliberately missing his mouth (the way he kissed, she’d lose control again), she nibbled his earlobe and then his neck. Did what she did best: listening to the little cues he gave her. Non verbal sounds, the way his breathing changed when she hit the right spot. If she focused, the insistent urgent desire to have Peter ravish her could be delayed.

Habit makes it sound so mundane, but it was her practiced way of doing things that allowed her to maintain control. The memory of her old lover – intrusive as it had been! – had been cast to one side, but he had been instrumental in her blossoming sexual technique. The subconscious olfactory association assisted her here, tapping into skills she’d acquired over years.

With certain movements of her teeth and tongue across Peter’s chest, she made his breath shudder and his hairs stand on end. She was lost in the little differences in sound, and the sensation of his skin against her mouth. Although, of course, it was her goal, she was trying to ignore the way his cock involuntarily moved against her body as she continued to explore his torso, pretending it was a leisurely exercise. She couldn’t look at his expression too often: despite being piercingly blue, the fire within his eyes threatened to consume her.

She had, as it were, reached her destination. Summoning all of her internal strength and self control, she positioned herself between his legs, his slightly glistening cock a centimetre or so from her lips. She hoped that her gaze was one of equanimity, although she suspected it might not be. Locked eyes with his, despite the intensity of the lust between them. Withstood the inferno. She couldn’t wait much longer. Neither, clearly, could he.

This was always the moment of contrast for her, the often easily overawed submissive. A power exchange she tried not to make uneasy. With feather-like touch, she stroked his balls, eyes still fixed on his. Her tongue finally making contact with the tip of his cock, her senses still heightened, her awareness of his reactions sharp. Here lay intense vulnerability and trust. In this position, no man could possibly be out of her league.

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By *rgasmdonorMan
over a year ago

millstreet

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By *j47Man
over a year ago

limerick

U better finish what u stsrtrd ffs i was rock hard before the unsermonious removal if her knickers

This is a cracking insight to a womans brain on a fab meet and erotic

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

"U better finish what u stsrtrd ffs i was rock hard before the unsermonious removal if her knickers

This is a cracking insight to a womans brain on a fab meet and erotic

There is, I'm afraid, a great deal of fiction in all my pieces. Elements of reality, certainly in this one which I acknowledge, but this is story crafting not reporting.

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By *lwaysup4it69Couple
over a year ago

Kirkby in Ashfield

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By *asey666Man
over a year ago

Dublin 13

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By *ancardiff7Man
over a year ago

Near Cowbridge

Refreshingly well written, beautifully crafted.

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

No new parts yet. But before I go any further I wanted to head off the kinds of messages I've been getting.

I'm not going to elaborate on any real elements of this story, what they might be. The overwhelming majority of it is fictitious. Something real happened and it prompted an idea. That's all. Please treat this as fiction, because it is.

I write for myself for my own reasons, and those reasons change over time.

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By *inky kissersCouple
over a year ago

South East

You write very well

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

So well written, I do hope you finish. I too write and like you for myself.

A regular reader of this forum I must say it refreshing to see so many positive Male responses-true erotica, that works so well on the female psyche.

Lol I think I’ve met the odd Peter during my dalliances with fab - guys take heed this works so much better than “ fancy a fuck”

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

Now this, God, this was much more like her.

The context was irrelevant here. Her senses, her mouth, his cock. Her focus was sharp. She explored down to the edge of his foreskin, sucking and licking, listening to his breathing change. All men had a particularly sensitive spot, and she was determined to find it. Hopefully her method didn’t feel methodical. His breathing began to shudder and she was sure she’d found the spot. She stroked his balls gently with her fingertips, and licked up and down his shaft, not just returning to that most sensitive spot. Mostly concentrating on it.

It was very rare that she was in her element while in control. But she was masterful at this. And he was putty in her hands.

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

(teaser only, sorry it's short)

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By *J GeminiTV/TS
over a year ago

Northumberland

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

I'm glad you enjoy. I find writing therapeutic

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By *urvyandCurious999Woman
over a year ago

Hiding from twats

This is so good!

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

"This is so good! "

Thank you. I suspect the stories that get the best reception are those the author throws themselves into. Guilty as charged.

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By *iss PickyWoman
over a year ago

Hull

Absolutely loving this

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By *entleman55Man
over a year ago

S’th West Mc/r

Great story Swing xx

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

Bump before I come back to this later

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Great story.. And the title describes me and most guys on here.

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

"Great story.. And the title describes me and most guys on here.

Cheers. I think

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"Great story.. And the title describes me and most guys on here.

Cheers. I think

Pfft..

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By *yTreacleMan
over a year ago

Winchester

This is wonderful.

Thank you so much.

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

"This is wonderful.

Thank you so much.

Very welcome. I've bumped my other stories, The Dance, Hope, and Summer Rain, if you'd like more. Exploring my writing more.

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By *yTreacleMan
over a year ago

Winchester

Will look for them.

Love the subtlety of this one.

Hope that the others are as good.

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

"Will look for them.

Love the subtlety of this one.

Hope that the others are as good."

Thank you. Should be working on this one next. I know where it's going, just trying to figure out how to get there.

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By *untooMan
over a year ago

manchester

Fabulous story and beautifully written! More please

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

"Fabulous story and beautifully written! More please"

Soon. Maybe tomorrow when I work out the twist.

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By *ussyeater692Man
over a year ago

Wrexham

Fabulous story so far, I can't wait for the next installment

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

"Fabulous story so far, I can't wait for the next installment"

It'll be hot

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By *and2aCouple
over a year ago

aberdeen

Mmmmm

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By *affeine DuskMan
over a year ago

Caerphilly

Late to this party, but this is just wonderful writing. The 'league' trope is masterful in controlling the pace of the story, the way it changes as the character deepens is a joy

Also, apologies if I echo any other similar sentiments in this thread. Was skipping to story only

this

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By *asey666Man
over a year ago

Dublin 13

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

She enjoyed giving blowjobs very much, and lost herself in it. In some ways an act of service, but in other ways, as noted, an act of deep control which involved a man’s deepest vulnerability. Despite her submissive tendencies, this was at the heart of sex for her: two (or more) people coming together, exposing their vulnerabilities, and using those to explore their desires and pleasure. Laying to one side all thoughts of insecurities, or leagues. Equals.

While Peter had seemed to appreciate her efforts at first, he seemed to grow bored with the dynamic as it stood. She wondered whether she’d missed something, and now was really not the time for her insecurity to raise its ugly head.

He didn’t give her very much time to dwell on this. He pulled away, wordlessly gestured that she get on her hands and knees. He gently scratched down her back, and purred that he rather admired the view from behind. Almost before she knew it, he’d grabbed her roughly by the hips and was inside her.

It wasn’t the kind of sex she normally had with someone new. It was fast, rough, and primal. He, like her, had incredible instinct, and adjusted his strokes despite continuing on at lightning speed. It had been instantly pleasurable, but before long it was unlike sex she’d ever known. The pleasure was all consuming, to the point where she could barely register Peter’s grunting. He was just on the right side of rough fucking, that so few could master. Her breasts bounced hard. From time to time he’d tug on her hair, again only just hard enough. Wordlessly dominant, without being scary or painful.

No one ever made her orgasm quite like this either. She often struggled with new partners, her small insecurities getting in the way of her pleasure, and she’d tried not to wonder if her feelings about Peter would make this worse. No. Hardly.

It was as though he wrest her orgasms from her. Before long they blurred into each other, not distinct waves of pleasure that rippled through her, but a constant current. Building onto that, she began to have the stronger orgasms she found more difficult to attain, where her pussy clenched incredibly hard and the sensations were so intense that she lost the ability to breathe. Incredibly, those too began to blur together. Definitely unlike anything she’d ever known, and quite extraordinary. She barely knew who or where she was. She was something of a gibbering wreck.

It was unlike her to be the one to have to stop, even momentarily. She needed a few breaks along the way, to pause for water (and frankly, to be able to breathe properly!). In doing so she noticed that Peter still seemed as cool and collected as ever. She was hardly in any state to consider what that might mean. The pleasure was such that she was barely conscious: even stopping for breaks, she couldn’t think straight.

This was certainly not the way they played in her league.

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

I'm not sure about the change of tone/pace here, but, as always there's a reason for it. Critique welcome.

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By *ancardiff7Man
over a year ago

Near Cowbridge

Not bad

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By *lirts.R.usCouple
over a year ago

lanarkshire

Keep it going

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

"Keep it going "

This one I'm taking a break from for a little bit, sorry

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By *and2aCouple
over a year ago

aberdeen

Mmmm

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

This one I'm taking a bit of a break from. I've mentioned some of my others above if you're interested, although Hope and Summer Rain haven't got to the sex yet.

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By *ussyeater692Man
over a year ago

Wrexham

I'd love to read more of this, it's fantastic

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By *rgasmdonorMan
over a year ago

millstreet

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

It took her an unusually long time to come back to Earth after an experience like that. Her world had shifted on its axis, as it were. The sex had been unlike anything she’d ever experienced before, and the flashbacks reverberated vividly through her mind. It tampered with her senses the way that Peter’s cologne had.

It was a shame he wasn’t local. One of the reasons she only met locally, normally. But sometimes exceptions have to be made, don’t they?

She and Peter talked pretty regularly for awhile, no concrete thoughts to a future meet. It seemed like a friendship was blossoming. She tried very hard to make sure that she wasn’t imposing on him, but time and again he insisted that she wasn’t. Maybe... maybe she was indeed worthy. Not that she normally thought along those lines.

Some time later, Peter suddenly suggested that he was in town and available. These last minute meet requests did her head in, although she understood that here there were extenuating circumstances. Unfortunately, she had tickets to the hottest play in town, in the country. Critically acclaimed, had been sold out for months. She couldn’t possibly miss it.

She felt her clitoris throb as another flashback tore through her mind, vivid enough that her pussy clenched and she took in a sharp intake of breath. Knowing what she was turning down. Fuck, it might even be better. It was just ever so slightly out of her reach. And she felt pretty conflicted about it.

Peter wasn’t quite as understanding as she might have hoped. He claimed to understand, but there was something about the way he put it that made her question. Tiny seeds of doubt in her mind. Surely she was being paranoid. He wasn’t like that, was he?

Unusually, he told her in excruciating detail what he wanted to do to her. It played on her mind all through the performance, which was a shame, really. The play was quite extraordinary, and she’d remember it for a long time to come.

The strangeness continued afterwards. The dynamic with Peter had changed. For some reason it felt like she was now on the back foot all the time, apologetic. She wondered what had happened, hoped that things could return. He’d said she was important to her and he’d be there for her... right?

She gave it a little while, put her utmost into it. She cared a lot about Peter, or at least the Peter she’d known before the play. She didn’t like this new version very much, but the insecurities of her youth seemed to return. She wanted to be good enough. It ate at her.

One of those things you need to be as a woman on Fab, particularly an unusual woman on Fab, is sure of yourself. She’d built most of that up, and for some reason Peter had discovered her weaknesses. Achilles’ mother really should have bathed him more thoroughly (as she used to joke after she had a serious ankle injury). She was strong, though, and she guarded herself carefully.

There was no epiphany as such. No dramatic story to tell. Sometimes life isn’t like that, it’s gradual transformation rather than lightning bolts from the sky. The details were trivial, unimportant.

She began to add up the strangeness, and realised that it permeated through the dynamic that she had with Peter. That she’d always been on the back foot, that the nastiness and power games that had emerged had always been there. Down to the things that she’d rather not think about during the mind blowing marathon sex that continued to play on her mind. She’d either been blind, or unable to see.

She’d been down this path before. Silly little mind games, whether malicious or inadvertent, designed to prop up men who couldn’t deal with their crap. It was one of those things that could threaten her sanity if she wasn’t careful. Nothing, absolutely nothing, was worth that. Not even phenomenal sex. She’d spent far too long sorting her crap out, not to have it all undone because other people wouldn’t work on theirs.

She looked through the carefully crafted profile, the wonderfully posed and strategically filtered photos. From the privacy of her own lounge, smiled ruefully to herself. Conflicted again.

There was a reason why she did things the way she did.

She blocked Peter.

He wasn’t out of her league. She was out of his.

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By *usicMan
over a year ago

manchester

What a sensational piece of true erotica...not porn, but so well written has me reacting in true red blooded male fashion Just love it mmmmm

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

I don't do porn

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

Lol errors. Whoops

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

What a surprising denouement. Great story so well told. As has been said real erotic writing. So good

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

"What a surprising denouement. Great story so well told. As has been said real erotic writing. So good

The only theme that runs through any of my stories is female empowerment.

This dynamic needed breaking up.

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By *over not a fighter69Man
over a year ago

greenock

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

I'll be using some of the time I'm keeping to myself to work on Hope and Summer Rain.

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By *ustme34Man
over a year ago

Bradford

Bookmarking for later this eve

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By *ady LickWoman
over a year ago

Northampton Somewhere

Yes girl!!!

Fabulous piece, loved it

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

"Yes girl!!!

Fabulous piece, loved it

Thank you

Sometimes you've got to burn the fucker down

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"Yes girl!!!

Fabulous piece, loved it

Thank you

Sometimes you've got to burn the fucker down

And you did... Spectacularly.. Well done.

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

"Yes girl!!!

Fabulous piece, loved it

Thank you

Sometimes you've got to burn the fucker down

And you did... Spectacularly.. Well done. "

Appreciate it very much

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By *ustme34Man
over a year ago

Bradford

Loved your story swing . Now looking for any others you've done x

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

The Dance, and Hope and Summer Rain are in progress.

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By *ustme34Man
over a year ago

Bradford

"The Dance, and Hope and Summer Rain are in progress."
will be checking them out too hope there as good . ( not that I need to I'm sure they will be )

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By *rank speakerMan
over a year ago

Worcester

"God, it wasn’t like her at all. Nothing about this was like her at all. Almost every rule she had was going out the window tonight. She had no idea where her self control had gone. She didn’t care.

After an eternity of no more than ten minutes, they were alone.

Her conflicting emotions continued to rage. She wanted him so badly, but felt frozen, unsure what to do next. She hadn’t entirely accepted that this was happening.

Part of her wanted to fast forward, rip their clothes off and see how her fantasies matched up to reality. Another part of her wanted to capture everything about this moment in her memory.

How great to hear a view from the other side! As a mere male I've often felt in this position and it's nice to hear the same from a female perspective. Looking forward to the rest.

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By *adyJayneWoman
over a year ago

Burnleyish (She/They)

Yes... You queen!

Wonderfully crafted and the ending, makes my switchy feminist heart sing

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By *affeine DuskMan
over a year ago

Caerphilly

You stuck the ending perfectly.

More than worth the wait.

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

"You stuck the ending perfectly.

More than worth the wait.

Thank you

I wasn't sure if the twist would work, but I recognised I'd created an unhealthy dynamic here.

A story of my personal growth too

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

Shameless

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By *orksRockerMan
over a year ago

Bradford

Going to have to read all of this after the voice recording....

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

My writing has come along a bit since this, I think

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By *orksRockerMan
over a year ago

Bradford

When it comes to writing, you are in a league of your own.. Very vivid!

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By *imon_hydeMan
over a year ago

Stockport

I'll bump this to read later x

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By *aked AngelMan
over a year ago

Hampshire / Surrey

The narration flows really well and the story makes the reader willing to know more...

I would personally describe better some locations and dedicate a few more lines of the inner feelings of the main character. Any more doubts? Any way of feeling insecure? Any flashback of the past? A few details more would elevate this good story to a stunning one.

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By *naswingdress OP Woman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

Appreciate it. I hope I've developed a bit more as a writer since then. I'd do it differently now.

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