[FM] Licking up cum, no-lube anal

Hi guys!

My bf and I just got back from a vacation/sexcation. I had a lot of slutty fun that I’ll hopefully type up soon. But in the mean time, I thought I’d tell you about some light fun we had when we got home!

As always, I hope you enjoy <3

My boyfriend Mariano and I were on a plane, returning home after a week-long vacation. He leaned over to my ear and whispered, “I’m so fucking horny.”

I looked down at Mariano’s pants, and could see his fat dick bulge down the leg of them, his dick head perfectly outlined through the tight fabric. He made it twitch for me.

I turned toward him and leaned forward, my head resting against the seat in front of me; I feigned that I was napping and hoped that the girl sitting to the left of me wouldn’t notice that my hand was affixed to my boyfriend’s bulge. I squeezed the roll of meat that clung to his thigh: it was rock-hard, and the head pulsed in response to my touch.

[FM] Aggressive ex fucks my ass with lollipops

I’ve been in bed with the flu for the past few days, so I haven’t had the ability to do anything remotely sexual, regardless of how badly I’ve wanted to.

Since I can’t get fucked right now, I figured I’d at least redirect some of my pent up sexual energy toward my writing. I’m too weak to get off, but I can at least still help you guys, right?

I’d like to introduce you to an ex-boyfriend of mine: Samuel.

Samuel was a devilishly handsome Hispanic guy that I started dating in my sophomore year. And I do mean “devilish” in the literal sense of the word: his face was all sharp angles, and permanently furrowed brows, and dark, dark eyes, and it all combined to give him a fiendish, dangerous look.

This was around the time when I had just given up all hope of being a “proper” lady, so a “dangerous” guy seemed like everything I needed.

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The first time we met was at some house party. From my perspective, it went like this: a handsome, if slightly too muscular for my taste, brown dude approached me, leaned into my ear, and said: “We should fuck!”

[FM] Sucking dick in a parking lot and swallowing

Just a quick blowjob from earlier tonight. Nothing too crazy, but, as always, I hope you enjoy! Please let me know if you do.

It’s around 7 pm. My boyfriend has taken me out to a light dinner, and he spontaneously suggests we see Star Wars after. I’d forgotten it was coming out, but I happily agree.

We arrive at the theater soon after, but find that tickets for the 7:30 are already sold out; as are tickets for the next one, and the one after that. It’s one of those situations where it would take too long to go home and come back, so we just buy tickets to the next available show–over an hour from now–and head back out to the car to wait.

He had to park the car at a remote corner of the parking lot, due to the theater being so full, so we practically run back to it, as if the cold air is chasing us. But we survive, and once in the car–him in the driver’s seat and me in the passenger’s–turn the heat on full blast.

[FMM] Latino tag-team at the office

There are a few layers of backstory to this. So bear with me, if you don’t mind.

First, let me preface with this: I’m attracted to all kinds of guys. White, black, brown guys, Asian guys, European guys, Middle Eastern guys–whatever. Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses; as long as they’re hung, I’ll let them enter.

So in that sense, it seems a bit misleading to say I prefer one over the other. …But, that being said, I definitely have a thing for Latino guys.

For me, it’s not a weird “BBC fucks innocent white woman” thing; they just tend to have a combination of physical traits that I like. There’s something about tan skin, dark hair, and dark eyes that gives me that *gut punch* feeling; that lizard-brain-motivated “I need that man to knock me up” feeling. Pair that with a defined nose, nice lips, angled eyebrows, or maybe even little beauty marks here and there–I’m *done*.

And if you’ll allow me to indulge a little bit: a tan cock, especially one that’s darker than the rest of the body, with a pinkish head, maybe a little bit of foreskin, maybe another little beauty mark or two: that’s perfection as far as I’m concerned.

[F] Spending quality time with my ass

I went to bed too early last night, and it felt like I never quite fell asleep. I kept tossing and turning and waking up; the night felt like a series of bad naps rather than any meaningful length of “sleep.”

It was around 4:30, as I was lying in bed looking at my phone after waking up yet again, that I decided to force myself up. I was still tired, but I’d rather be tired and productive than lay awake in bed all night.

And besides, my boyfriend was due in at work early, so I figured I’d do the “domestic goddess” thing: make myself presentable, make a little breakfast, put together lunch, find the car keys that he inevitably loses every day… And maybe indulge in a little self care along the way, to make up for the shitty night I had.

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I started my early morning with a long bath, lit only by [fake] candles. I’d drawn the water hotter than I usually like, in hopes that it would wake me up; it did, but it also turned my skin a bright pink. I couldn’t help but laugh as I wiped away the steam from my mirror and saw the strawberry-looking woman standing in front of it.

[FM] Getting my creampie, playing with cum, and more gloryhole deepthroat

This is the follow up to [this post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7hu8rb/fm_craving_creampies_and_rough_face_fucks/), from later in the same day.

After receiving a rather rough face fuck, I’d gone upstairs and flopped myself on the living room couch to recuperate. I was exhausted, and my throat genuinely hurt, so I thought I’d lie there and watch random YT videos until I regained some energy. But I was apparently more wiped out than I realized: at some point my eyes closed and I slipped asleep.

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The sound of a text startles me awake–I lift my head from a little puddle of drool on the couch pillow. Ugh.

The text is from my fuck buddy Anthony: a cute, hung, Hispanic college student that I’ve been fucking for a while. He says that he’s free now and asks if I still want him to come over.

As I read the words “come over,” I’m suddenly acutely aware of my craving for a creampie. I can almost feel my pussy twitching, as if it’s desperately looking for a cock. I respond to his text, perhaps a bit too desperately:

[FM] Craving creampies and rough face fucks

Cross-post. I hope it isn’t too much for this sub! Hope you enjoy :)

This happened the other day:

Normally, I’m an all-anal type of girl. I can’t help it. I love the way a cock feels buried inside my tight asshole; the way a thick, hot load feels as it coats the insides of my guts; the way it feels when a firm hand strikes my ass cheeks. There’s nothing better.

But today, I’m not craving anal at all. Today, I need two things: a dick in my throat, and a creampie in my pussy.

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This urge actually crept on me last night. Like many of my sexual impulses, it reared its monstrous head without any warning or reason, and suddenly it was all I could think about.

That night, I’d been telling a Redditor about my sudden need for a creampie, and lamenting that my boyfriend had come home all whiskey-dicked and was already asleep.

This online acquaintance, who knows that I live in a university town, dared me to find a random guy on campus to creampie me. I demurred–it was late, and I was pretty tired–but he egged me on and (without much effort, if I’m being honest) convinced me.

[FM] Watching myself get fucked in the ass

*I usually post my “sex diary” stuff at a different sub, but a certain person suggested I try this one. So here’s a recent post that I made; hope someone enjoys* ?

*(And a little disclaimer: I use pseudonyms for the people I write about.)*

Nothing too crazy; just a fun experience that I had with my boyfriend recently.

Mariano and I are lying in bed together, cuddling and goofing off as some show plays on the TV to the left of us. He’s in full-on lazy mode: he’s wearing the same clothes that he went to work in, but his belt has been unbuckled, his pants unzipped, and his shirt untucked. Not that I’m in any position to judge: my hair is a mess and the only thing I’m wearing is an oversize band shirt that I stole from his dresser.

The bottom of his button-down shirt has spread open and I can see that sexy trail of hair leading from his bellybutton to the band of his underwear. I trace it with my fingers and tell him how much I like it. With a straight face, he says “I like yours too” and traces an imaginary beard across my jaw. “Jerk!” I hit him softly; “I don’t have a beard!”