Author: DCToTexasTransolant

As we stood in the obscuring shadows of a recessed doorway, I slid my hand up under her dress, finding the hot, smooth skin of her inner thigh. As my fingers crept higher, I felt the moist heat of her arousal.

“Fuck yes,” she whispered. I found her center and caressed her through her panties, and she groaned.

“Let’s get…to the hotel,”’she whispered as I caressed her. “I wore…special panties.”

We were young lovers, home from college, still believing we were meant for each other, still incredibly hot for each other, still really good at fucking each other’s brains out.

We’d gone out for an early dinner in a small German village near where our families were stationed. I had known her father still demanded a midnight curfew, so I had planned an early dinner and booked a hotel room. I wanted plenty of time and privacy to enjoy her tight , toned, swimmer’s body and the delightful and arousing sounds she made when we made love.

I kissed her hard, sucked her bottom lip between mine , and released it. I kissed my way up her neck to her ear, inhaling the scents of perfume and shampoo. God, I found everything about her intoxicating. Read more »

We were home from college, two young lovers, still committed to each other, still epically hot for each other.

Anything could set us off back then — could turn an innocent moment into raging passion and animalistic fucking.

We were eating lunch at her house when it happened. We were innocently hanging out while her parents were at work. It was a typical European lunch of antipasto, with cold cuts and vegetables. We were leaning over a table, grazing, and talking, and it happened.

She suddenly got quiet, and looked at me with those incredibly expressive green eyes. She bit her bottom lip, and looked at me. There was an unmistakable lust in her eyes. It was on.

I dropped whatever was in my hand, reached across the table, and pulled her face to mine. I kissed her hard, our tongues fighting, swirling, tangling. I walked around the table so I could be near her. Our bodies pressed together. We fit together like a glove — standing, sitting, lying entangled — we just fit. Read more »

I was deeply ensconced in a book when my phone sounded out the dull tones of a FaceTime ring. I put down the book, picked up the phone, and saw a familiar name announcing itself. I picked up.

“Hey…” I started to say, expecting to see a face on the screen.

I stopped mid-sentence, confused by what I saw, then made sense of it.

First the long form…of a thigh..naked and smooth, tan and toned? Yes, that is exactly what I was looking at.

Then the flesh of the inner part of the other thigh. Parted, they made room for something…moving.

The sounds of wetness and light moans of arousal filled my speaker.

I stared at the movement a bit longer, and recognized…her glass dildo…sliding in and out of her, the penetration just out of range of the camera. Long, moderately thick, sculpted to look as if the glass was wrapped around itself in ribbons, with what I knew to be a bulbous end that resembled a cock’s head.

I listened a moment longer, her gentle sighs of pleasure combining with the sounds of her wetness. Read more »

After making love to Ally for the first time, (Part 1 here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hlq2ni/a_good_friend_becomes_a_great_lover_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

I knew I wanted this to be more than a one-time fling based in the crisis I had been dealing with.

Ally and I had kept up communication for the 2-3 days after we’d fucked so intensely, but the talk had been fairly constrained to small talk. I had been dealing with more fallout from my dad’s surgery, so I hadn’t had a lot of free time to think or talk or anything else.

But, a couple of nights later, I made time to go see her.

When I arrived at her place, I was nervous. Things had gone so well between us, and I didn’t want to blow it, and I didn’t know what she was thinking exactly.

She greeted me at the door with a smile, a hug, and a soft, luscious kiss. I took a deep breath and relaxed a bit. She looked dynamite in an off-the-shoulder top, cream-colored, that exposed her tanned, shapely shoulders, and a pair of tight denim shorts. Read more »

Recently, my father suffered a serious heart attack. I dropped everything and flew to be with and support my mom while my dad underwent and recovered from surgery.

It was an incredibly stressful time — not knowing whether he would make it, watching the stress etch lines in my mom’s face, fearing every phone call would bring terrible news.

From the jump, my friend, Ally, who still lives in my. hometown, was there for me. She texted me, called me, made baked goods and dropped them at the house ;-)

We talked at least via text every day. She was a lifeline for me, and I loved her for it.

One day, she stopped by to say hello. She was a sight for sore eyes. Ally just radiated happiness and support, and she had that girl next door sex appeal that I suddenly found myself not just noticing but drowning in. The best comparison I can make is Katie Holmes circa Dawson’s Creek. Yeah.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. This woman had been my friend almost longer than I could remember, and now I wanted her ferociously. Read more »