ChiShyMK, Author at NSFW story

I miss my friend with Benefits. [Fm]

I miss the look you get in your eyes when you’re thinking with that primal part of your brain. I miss being the person lying in front of you when that look takes hold. It’s burned in my mind, your eyes and that look. You gave it to me when we got high and you spun me in the chair, when you kissed me and whispered your intentions. That look that told me whatever happened next was inevitable and that you were fully in control. Those eyes assured me I’d feel every sensation. That my body and yours would dance with a rhythm you had already decided on.

I miss your smell. Burying my nose in the crook of your neck and inhaling your soap and your scent. I miss the fire that sparks inside me when I breath it in. The feelings of contentment when your arms wrap around me, bringing me closer to that intoxicating mix that tells me it’s you. Your scent and the warmth of your body pressing against mine, making your intentions known loudly and clearly. Being kissed until the world doesn’t matter, that the chaos in our lives can be quiet for the moment. That we can focus on nothing but making the other feel good, feel alive. I miss feeling like there’s not enough time to express my desires fully, but still getting to try. Read more »

Social distancing will end eventually, we’ll have a lot to do. [Fm]

What an inopportune time to have to quarantine. I’ve been able to have you almost as much as I want over the last six months. I was spoiled, really. Now we’re stuck sending suggestive texts and winking emoji’s a few times a day. How do you go from multiple orgasms a week to winking emojis? Where does that sexual energy go? It doesn’t. It’s just building up and building up. When I finally get my hands on you we’re going to need time, a lot of time. Because I have plans.

Our spouses can join us later, they fit into my plans, but I want you to myself for the first part of my day. We need to pump money back into the hospitality industry, right? Well, we’ll get a hotel room, with a big shower and a big tub and the biggest bed available. I have this little red teddy you haven’t seen yet. I’ll have that on with the matching panties, they’re crotchless, is that ok? The entire outfit is very silky, I love the way it feels and I can’t wait for you to see it. I have a feeling you’ll see it very briefly, but that will be ok, I bet you’ll run your hands over the fabric while your mouth is running along my neck. You remember how I like when you nip my neck while I groan in your ear, right? Read more »

I[f] you weren’t so far away fro[m] me

I’ve been fantasizing about what we’re about to do all day.

Bags are dropped at the door and you’ve pressed me up against the wall with your body, pulling me to your lips. Your tounge runs along my lips and meets mine in a deep kiss. Slowly you begin to build me up, hands sliding along my back and under my clothes while you press against me. Your cock is straining against your pants, I can feel it hardening against my hip. I run my fingers along your length and then give it a soft squeeze. Read more »

Slut[F]est- guy number two

[For my first encounter…](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f8m4bx/slutfest_2019_guy_number_one)

(If you skip the first story, know that I fucked three random dudes in 24 hours with full approval from my loving handsome husband. If that’s not your thing, that’s ok. It’s ours. )

I showered, napped and had some dinner. I then slid on a new thong and a light dress with no bra. Grabbed my key card and phone and headed to the bar.

Second guy was a little more risky, didn’t have a face picture on his profile but did have many reviews from other hot wives and couples. From what I read and saw he was black, tall, 37 and had a very long dick. I’m not a size queen, I prefer to not be hurt by sex, my husband is right on the line of too large as there are some positions that are not comfortable for me, so this was a detractor, I almost didn’t contact him back but decided to embrace the opportunity and see if he knew what to do with it. Read more »

Slut[F]est 2019… Guy number one.

I’m a 37 year old married lady. 5’2, pettite, brown hair, blue eyes, little b sized boobies, money maker is the booty. My husband and I have been together for over a decade and have always been a little kinky and a little less conventional when it comes to our feelings on monogamy. We’d always talk about bringing others into our sex life with great enthusiasm and vacations always included VIP rooms at strip clubs, but other than lovely experiences with gorgeous strippers we never made the leap to the next level, until last year.

We’ve had some unbelievably hot experiences with other couples, some really hilariously bad experiences with single guys and have made friends that I think we’ll keep forever. Our big premier into the lifestyle was a weekend of Hotwifing we’ve come to lovingly call Slutfest. Read more »

He’s got his own obligations, and so do I.

I’m in a shirt and panties on your couch snuggled under a green and brown quilt. I’m facing you, our legs tangled together. You wink at me from behind the screen of your laptop as you catch up on work I’ve been distracting you from.

I send a few emails of my own while playing footsie like a horny teenager. I put my phone on the table and scoot closer to you. I start running my toes up and down your leg stopping right before I get to my final destination. Your hand moves under the blanket and strokes my leg. You put your laptop down and raise an eyebrow at me.

“What?” I ask, dripping with innocence. My toes continuing to slowly move up the inside of your leg. You open your mouth to respond as your phone rings. The boss is calling. You answer as I extract my foot, a wicked grin spreading across my face. You watch as I crawl out from under the quilt and start to move up your body. You keep your voice steady and professional as I settle in your lap, legs straddling you on each side. I lean in close and inhale your scent, soap and musk… and me. Read more »

What’s a girl to do? I guess I’ll just keep coming by… [Fm]

I’m hardly though his front door before I’m pressed up against him, his lips on mine. I’m immediately praising my good decision as I wrap my arms around his neck, his hands wandering down to the bottom of my shirt.

He’s taller, I’m on my tip toes resting my entire weight against his chest. His fingers slide under my shirt tracing along the curve of my hips and pulling me closer to him, our kiss getting deeper, more frantic. I reach between us and find his belt buckle.

“Off, off, off.” I demand as his tounge and lips explores the sensitive skin on my neck. His jeans drop to the floor and my hands pull at the waist band that remais. He let’s out a low groan as my hand closes around his hard dick. The buttons on my shirt are popped open one by one as I slide my hand up and down his length. My shirt falls open and my bra is unclasped. I let him go only long enough for his shirt to be pulled over his head and my bra and blouse to hit the floor. He pulls me to up to his lips again as he walks me backwards into his bedroom. Read more »