[FM] I get myself off fantasizing about an older married man.

I [28F] can’t stop fantasizing about fucking my married older coworker [46M]

We met a year ago when I started a new job and he did some of my company orientation. He walked through the door and shook my hand and I felt electrified. The heat rose quickly into my cheeks. And elsewhere. He’s tall and always well groomed, with a shock of silver hair, a beard, and a smile that makes me bite my lip. He’s got the dad bod going on but honestly, it’s so sexy. I want to run my hands over every last inch of him.

We hit it off instantly. We’re in different departments but we cross paths every week or so. Every time we do he always wraps me up in a huge hug that lingers a little longer than it should. His smell is intoxicating. He smiles so big it just makes me melt, and makes me wish I’d brought spare panties.

I always tell myself that he’s so friendly with everyone, I’m reading into it too much. There’s no way he reciprocates. But there’s also no way he can’t see me eye fucking him every-time we meet.

[FM] Stripping games turn into a fun night of punishment

As I mentioned in my first story, my boyfriend Henry and I greatly enjoy fucking (with) each other. One of our favorite games to play is “strip anything.” Here’s how you play: you turn every tiny thing in your life into a competition and then you incorporate stripping.

I should warn you that Henry and I are incredibly competitive people – our casual neighborhood walks almost always turn into a race to get home before the other person, and our grocery runs inevitably devolve into a game to see who can find the best deals on produce. How do you turn these into stripping, you ask? Easy! You just eventually rip off your and your partner’s clothes. Our races home end in a competition to see who can get naked faster once we get there, and the other person has to go down on them until completion. Our grocery bargain hunting ends with the loser having to perform a strip tease and masturbate in front of the winner. We also sometimes play strip cooking, where we have to take an item of clothing off whenever we finish a step in a recipe. Preheat the oven? Off go your socks. Wash the veggies? Yeah, you take off that paint-stained high school theater sweatshirt, you dirty girl.

[M]y Best [F]riend Part 4: Changes [Long]

This one has a lot of backstory/build up, but I’m also not writing every time we had sex because it’s not r/StevenandEmmy and I don’t think it’s necessary. But this one is. Enjoy.

Fast forward to last year. Emmy was in her senior year of college, about to complete her degree in nursing and already had a job lined up at the hospital in her college town. I graduated from the technical school and began working on my ASE certification. I landed a job at a well known shop also in her college town which was great because I could spend time with Emmy and other high school friends who attended her university. Additionally, I ended up living with her grandmother, gramma, who was lonely as Emmy’s grappa died just before we started college.

Emmy and I were able to keep our relationship, even at a distance. We would FaceTime or have Skype sessions when we needed each other for relief, and the occasional sexy picture. Before anyone asks, I haven’t and won’t share them because I respect Emmy too much and I’m a selfish bastard.

[FM] Went to some college parties with my son earlier this year

Been think a lot of earlier this year, before the quarantine and everything. About all the things I’ve done with my son. Specifically the fact that I talked him into going to college parties.

I started hooking up with my son last year. He has Asperger’s syndrome, which causes a lack of social skills, and makes communication hard, so any social stuff makes him uncomfortable. But I’ve been able to help him open up, convinced him to do stuff he normally wouldn’t do.

At the beginning of this year, when his winter semester of college started. I was on his Facebook (don’t judge) and I was reading stuff that kids from his college were posting, and one thing I saw was people talking about a college party happening later that week. I asked my son about that. He’s never been to one and I really wanted to go because I thought it would be fun! After a while I was able to convince him to go, telling him that it will help him socially and to at least do it for me. He eventually agreed.

[F] Sniffing My [F] Bestie’s Yellow Thong.

I had previously mentioned how last summer [my bestie was spending a week at time at my apartment. ](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eoabqe/fm_fucking_while_bestie_is_in_the_shower/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

I had definitely intended to tell you guys more about that summer, more specifically, the naughty bits. But I just hadn’t found what else to share specifically. That is until a couple of days ago when I came across a photo of a girl in a yellow thong on here.

This story takes place before the time Luke fucked me while my bestie was in the shower. One of Samantha’s (my bestie) habits was that she left her clothes in the bathroom after her showers. Pretty standard girl stuff. I do it too. Luke isn’t a huge fan of it but he does enjoy seeing my panties and bra just out in the open so he never complained about Samantha doing it as well. I’m sure he enjoyed getting a little peak at what she was wearing under her clothes.

Getting Fucked by the Biggest Cock I’ve Ever Had [FM]

A few years ago, one of my husband’s fwb told me about a guy called Chris she’d slept with that had been one of her best ever. She especially went on about how much bigger her was than most guys. Naturally my curiosity was piqued so I got his number and we started texting. Straight away, he was very playfully sexual and we chatted off and on for a couple weeks, mostly a lot of sexting – our fantasies, kinks, histories, etc and he was really turning me on. I was rarely so open with guys, and the things he wanted to do to me just made me bite my lip thinking about it. And then we exchanged pics. Oh. My
God. He was so fucking hung. We started planning to meet up but we were kind of far away so I agreed I’d drive to him. I was super nervous – he was way bigger than any guy I’d ever been with. As I got ready, I couldn’t help but think about all the filthy stuff he wanted to do to me.

[F]irst Date Fuck [M]

Like my other stories there’s a slight bit of background. This was a little hookup I used to have with a girl who I’ll call Jess. Jess was about 4 years younger than me and a girl I’d just seen on Instagram. She was incredibly photogenic and used to get a lot of interest on social media. She’d always had a boyfriend for as long as I knew her online so I never slid in those DMs. Anyway, one day when scrolling through I clicked on her profile and noticed all pictures and references to her boyfriend had gone…bingo. A couple of days of exchanging “likes” on pictures and I slid right in and arranged a date if you will.

Through this moment in my life I was a serial dater and used to go out as often as I could just for something to do. We had a nice meal out and everything was cool. We got on really well. Our conversations had never been sexual despite the fact I’d fantasized numerous times about fucking her. She wore a great outfit that showed her body off (some form of skirt and a ‘nice top’) in all the right places. Anyway, I was driving so I’d only had one drink but Jess had had a few throughout the evening. Post-meal I asked whether she wanted me to take her home or if she wanted to go grab a Starbucks or something. Jess suggested we just go and sit off somewhere in the car and listen to some music. We both had the same music tastes so it seemed like a good idea.

[MMF] The Visit

It had been almost a year since I was Best Man at their wedding. [Joe] and [Gina] had bought a nice house on a wooded 50 acres parcel out in the middle of nowhere. Not too far from where Joe and I [Jake] were from. I had since moved to the city of another state.

Joe and I keep in touch about once a week. We are close friends and love to reminisce about all the FUN times we had before he got married. A little bit about Joe. Women always seemed to gravitate to him when we were younger. He was a couple inches shorter than me with a more slender build with no fat. Brown hair and eyes. It was interesting watching him flirt with women. He was like a big kid. It was weird. Here was his play book. He would see a women he liked, then just pick on her. She would act mad at him. Usually punching him in the arm. This usually led to him smacking them on the ass. Both would be laughing the whole time. At some point he would either pinch her or tickle her. Then they would start wrestling. And before long they were off somewhere banging. It always worked. Lol.

[m]y girl[f]riend shares some of her past slutty adventures with me during sex.

My (M27) g(f) and i have been together for almost 3 years now and still have a lot of great sex and are always looking for ways to spice things up or try something new. Her and i have always been very good at communicating our desires with each other which is another reason why our sex is so great. She is about 5’5 130lbs with amazing c cups, a tight ass, tattoos, and lavender colored hair.

When her and i first started dating we got on the subject of past relationships. We quickly understood that we had both been with a good amount of other people. I’ve been with about 15 women and shes been with upwards of 30 dudes. We didn’t go into details at the time but i knew that i was little turned on and curious about those situations.

So time passes. Every once in a while i would think about her past hookups and get so turned on by just the thought of someone else fucking her. The mystery of everything was a huge turn on for me too. It became a fantasy of mine and i would jerk off to those thoughts often.

[F]lying with Special Cargo

My Lord – that is, my Master – has always pushed me to be bolder, naughtier, sluttier. Limits are constantly tested, and over a year and a half of play has expanded my naughty horizons exponentially.

So when I was preparing and packing for my last flight, I wasn’t surprised that he assigned me a task; my Lord does so enjoy giving me a naughty to-do list when in public, especially if it makes me squirm a bit from embarrassment ir nerves. After all, he knows my desire to please him is even greater than that, and he always gets what he wants.

This one made me nervous – fly plugged? Going out with a plug is not new. By now, I’ve been out shopping, at work, and even exercised with one in thanks to my tasks. I figured I could not go straight to the airport with it in; it would be so long, and then the security screening machines and detectors; surely they’d see it inside me?!