[M]y exs sister part 3

I’ve posted about Lana before. My ex to say the least wasn’t happy that I’d fucked her baby sister. They are like a year apart. She went to Lana’s and yelled at her about it for a few hours and I’m sure she called me a lot of names. I only know this because I was told later. Lana doesn’t have her kids most weekends and she let’s loose on the weekends. That is also when my ex showed up to yell at her.

I’d love to say I’m some suave guy that the ladies throw themselves at but I’m not. What I am is okay with a woman calling me to come over because she’s pissed and wants to use me to get revenge. That’s basically what happened. Lana had one or two shots but wasn’t close to drunk. What she was was pissed her sister told her what to do and not do and I was on the not list. So she called me asked if I wanted to come over so she could fuck me. Of course was my response. Who says no to sex.

Caucasion [M] redditor meets a Muslim [F] redditor in Toronto. What happened?

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So this instance also takes place in the covid pandemic. I was a reddit addict during these lockdowns.

Anyway, I posted, she responded. We chat. We get a long. We take it to other messaging services. We continue to chat, it’s very sexual. Pictures are exchanged. Facetime established to prove we are real. She wore her hijab in pictures and for most of the facetime, but did take it off to show me her hair (I forget why). She is married, in a DB, very sexual, horny and not having her needs met. Which I was eager to help with. Finally after 2-3 weeks of teasing and talking we agreed to meet on a sunday on the north west end of Toronto. Some random street that had a lot of industrial buildings on it, pretty much empty on a sunday evening.

I drive into a parking spot and see she is already parked. We both get out. Smile at each other, we give each other a hug. She is 5’2, I’m 6’0. She is wearing casual but tight clothing. So it was nice feeling her breasts against me. She is HWP and very nice lips.

[MF] The Massage Therapist

I am a parent of a teenage daughter that was recently was injured while running cross country. She was progressing in her rehab and had graduated to the point where it was recommended that she get a sports massage to work on her problem area.

First, a little background, I am a mid 40’s dad living in a very affluent and small town. We do not have much. We have 1 gas station. Very few roads with traffic lights. So seeking a sports massage, I didn’t think my options would be bountiful. I reached out to some friends, and found a licensed and certified therapist that could help my daughter. Being that it was her first appointment, she said she would be more comfortable if I at least stayed in an adjacent room while she was getting her work done.

So I was prepared to zone out and play on my phone for an hour while my daughter got her treatment.

[FM] how I became a naughty masseuse (pt.1)

Thanks for the positive responses and messages to my first post.

That all motivates me to tell the story of how I got into… extras… in the first place. I realize as I’m writing this that it is a super long read and barely sexy at the end. You’ve been warned!

Big Tipper, or BT, is the man who started me off on the path. I had other clients that had propositioned me earlier on, there was no defining feature that brought them all together other than the fact they’d ask for it and I’d turn them down.

BT himself was loud, friendly, and lived a storied life that he loved to share. I don’t know what business he was in, but he owned a company and it was common for him to give out nice tips. Whenever he would pass by our spa, he would always tip all the staff on hand (it was usually two or three in the waiting area) and tip the people that gave him service on top of that. He had a back issue, so he would come by pretty often, and he joked about how his medical insurance was covering it, so that is why he could afford to be so generous with us.

[FM] Overcoming my repressive upbringing part I

(I apologize in advance if this formatting turns out wacky, this has been transferred from a note on my phone to my email to a Word document and now Reddit and wordwrap seems to have disappeared completely. I’ve tried to manually fix any errors I find but that doesn’t mean I caught them all)

At the end of 2015 I was 25 years old and I had never had an orgasm. I had only kissed two guys and fooled around with one. I never even thought about trying to masturbate. I was taught my whole life that any sexual pleasure of any kind outs ide of marriage was a mortal sin, and for the first quarter century of my life I completely believed it. When I was 19 I’d dry hump my first boyfriend, both of us naked from the waist up, him in his jeans and me in yoga pants or leggings, and he’d be sucking my nipples, I’d get unbelievably wet and would feel pressure building inside, and it would scare me and I’d ask him to stop. He always would but I knew I frustrated him alot and I feel really guilty for that now. But at the time I was bound to my principles. Even when i moved three hours away from my family for college and then for work, I was never tempted to explore or experiment at all.

My Boss [F] had an affair with me [M]

Background: I (M) was single and around 24 at the time. My boss (F) was around 35, married and with a kid.

So, my counterpart at work was scheduled to go with my boss to a conference at a nice large resort. Unfortunately, for him some family stuff came up last minute and I was selected to go in his place since everything had been booked and purchased by the company.

My boss and I meet up at the airport and have different seats on the plane. We check-in at the resort and our rooms are on the same floor but on completely different sides of the resort building. Our first few days at the conference at pretty uneventful. We meet in between conference sessions and trade notes, after the conference for the day we usually have dinner together and then go do our separate things.

College friends (FF) drag [M]e off to unexpected threesome – Part 3 [FFM]

I don’t remember making it from the couch, where we’d collapsed in a pool of sweat and satisfaction, to Erin’s bed—but we must’ve at some point. Because that’s where I woke up, a few hours later, in a tangle of my friends’ naked bodies.

It was early morning. Between the cast party (following a comedy show that now seemed like forever ago) and two rounds of the absolute hottest sex I’d ever experienced, we’d burned through most of the night and fallen asleep together more or less spontaneously.

Gingerly, trying to avoid waking Erin and Molly, I extricated myself and tiptoed to the bathroom to pee. Coming back down the hallway, I drank in the sight: morning sun slanting across the naked bodies of my two good friends.

The sight, and the memory of everything we’d done to one another the night before, started to get me hard again. Still, my intentions were innocent as I crawled back into bed between them, slipping under the thin sheet and pulling it up to partially cover them.

Erin stirred a bit next to me, rolled over to face me, and groggily opened her eyes. We held one another’s gaze for a second. Then we started to drift together.

[F] I think I might be bi Update1

Hello! Thanks for all the positive message you guys have sent to me!

This is an update so if you wanna read the previous two posts feel free to read them on my profile :)
Let’s jump straight into the action then

I had a bad night so I didn’t wake up at my happiest but i knew an exciting day awaits me so I tried to cheer up a bit. It just started the usual way: hot shower, breakfast, good morning to the family. And then came time to get dressed. As i had promised to myself and another person on here I didn’t put any underwear on and i put on a skirt. Not too long, not too short, just above the knee. I got a simple t-shirt as well and then headed to school.

On the way there my heart was racing. So many questions. “Is Nia going to be there?”, “What if someone notices I’m pantieless”, “What if Nia notices?”
Honestly i was kinda hoping for all of the above to happen. I could feel the wind on my pussy as i was walking and that was a great premise for the amazing day i was going to have.

realized I’m bi [F] after getting married

I’ve always felt an attraction I guess to girls but I never saw it as I’m bi. Now that I’ve gotten into porn i’ve realized I’m definitely sexually attracted to girls. But i still don’t see myself as actually being with and loving a girl. Is it possible to only be bi sexually? I think about wanting to fuck a girl all the time I wish a friend I could fuck on the low would come into my life.

[FM] Apres ski shenanigans with a French ski instructor in the Alps. Part 2.

Link to Part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tzfh9s/fm_apres_ski_shenanigans_with_a_french_ski/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tzfh9s/fm_apres_ski_shenanigans_with_a_french_ski/)

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We met the next evening. I [F27] waited for him at an outdoor apres ski bar next to one of the ski lifts in town. It had seats around a fire and outdoor heating so it wasn’t very cold sitting there, but I also made sure to dress warm. Mathieu [M30] came up the stairs to meet me and we sat again after getting drinks from the bar.

We talked about everything and anything. I shared more about myself, my interests and journey, and he told me more about Chamonix, what it was like growing up here, how fun it was to having the entire mountain as a playground during the COVID lockdown, etc. We also talked about sports. He used to do professional ski racing but stopped after having a knee injury and a surgery. He told me about the valleys in the region and the wild animals that you can see in the summer. We also talked about paragliding and paraglide skiing. He told me that he briefly did that in the past however he stopped after a close friend of his passed away during a paragliding accident. I noticed the change of tone in his speech and realised it was sensitive topic for him to talk about, but I kept listening.