During my last years in college, for a brief time I worked the night shift part-time at a small chain hotel. There were only about 70 rooms, and between 11 pm and 7 am I was the only employee on site. I would basically check people in until around midnight, sit and watch TV in the lobby for a couple of hours, and then start helping the early birds get checked out around 5 am when then breakfast staff person arrived. It was a pretty easy gig There was also an indoor pool pretty much attached to the lobby, but it closed at 11 pm.
Category: gonewildstories
I [M] have had a sexual awakening and now I’m a regular Dom for multiple women
So I doubt guy stories get as much traction on here but I had to share my story with the world. I’ve just had so much fun over the past year and I want to do it more and more.
So about a year back, I split with my long term girlfriend. Even while we were together I displayed more of my dominant tendencies. She was lovely and gorgeous but couldn’t handle anything more than light play. Eventually, we split for unrelated reasons and I was free to NYC.
Shortly thereafter I met a lovely girl named Anna on dirtyr4r. We talked and the chemistry was instant. Every night we talked about the filthy things she wanted to do to me until the day finally came one weekend in a hotel. Her goal was to make me cum at least once in all of her holes but she got far more than that. I love anal training so I took her ass twice. Blowing a load inside both times and plugging her up to take her pussy and mouth as well. Her reward for being a good slut was her pussy being eaten for a half hour until she gushed on my face. It was incredible.
That one time [M]y brother’s g[f] and I…
I don’t know when the attraction started, but it was clear as day that it was
there. You were forbidden in every way: my marriage forbid it, your relationship
did… and that it was to my younger brother made it a even worse.
But… the attraction was there.
We had flirted before, subtly, just looks and a few hinting words, and late into
the night before after everyone else had gone to bed we got quite a bit more
open about our mutual attration. You were very clear that you wanted me, and
there was no question that I’d jump into bed with you in a heartbeat. Like our
other, milder flirtations, these were just words.
Taste at uni [FM] (19)
When I started dating my now-husband, I insisted it be casual, as I had just turned 19 and was enjoying uni freedom/boys. He was 22, doing a master’s, and he’d told me how awkward it was as he was living with his same-year ex, and ONLY his ex, so couldn’t bring anyone over without feeling dickish (so I figured he couldn’t go overboard).
About two weeks later I turn up just as the 22yo ex is skipping out the door, pink-cheeked and cheerful. She’s a little curly-haired brunette, a lil thicc, usually quiet and cutesy – I’m blonde and less busty, but taller so Not Intimidated. We say polite hellos and she’s off.
I got inside, and in about thirty seconds he has me on my knees in the kitchen, head back against the counter and one hand grabbing my hair, vest pulled down as he squeezes my tits. I figured he’d been frustrated waiting for his girl to arrive and happily let him use my mouth.
A few seconds in, I realise how different and sweet his cock tastes, and then he cums much sooner than I expected, right down my throat (and I swallow because teenage girls try really hard to impress, alright?). I think I even thanked him before I got up.
Teenage Sex in a Movie Theatre [f] [m]
When I was a teenager, there was a really old movie theatre you could go to for $1 a movie. The seats were very old fashioned, honestly the whole place was very old. They would show movies that were out of the regular theater, but not on VHS yet. I had a serious crush on this guy Austen and he asked me if I wanted to go there and see The Matrix. I was really excited (and horny but trying not to show it) and he said he’d pick me up in an hour.
I put on a denim shirt that was a crop top and tied behind my neck and behind my back and denim skirt. At this time I had a gold cross necklace that I always wore too. My shirt, being that it was just a square of jean material with two strings, didn’t allow for a bra. I thought all the better if we hook up in the car after anyway. Easy access. Basically it was one of those tops where you could pull the string and it would fall off. We got there, got tickets and popcorn and sat down to watch the movie. There was no one there except one man in his early 30s sitting a few rows in front of us.
Sexual tension with [M]y friends gf became to much after years part 2
If you read part one, you would all about Emily, the little episodes of flirting and touching that we had over the years. However things changed one evening in our late teens.
It was a hot summer night and I was having a few beers with my mates in the local park; Emily worked close by always used the park as a cut through on the way home so it was no surprise when she came over to say hi to us all while passing through. Interestingly, I had not seen her in almost half a year, my friend and her were on one of their famous long periods of dumping one another. Anyway, we all chatted for a while before it was late and time to go home, the two other guys lived in the opposite direction and headed off.
This left me and Emily discussing life and how warm the weather currently was; not very exciting until she suggest we climb the local swimming pool fence and go for a swim. It was now 2 am, the area empty so we hopped over the fence and found that the pool was covered but jacuzzi wasn’t. I took my shirt off and stripped down to my boxers and jumped in! Emily took her dress off revealing matching red underwear.
I [m]iss [m]y friend with benefits.. Sorry, its a looooong one
So from the age of around 18 to 30, my neighbour and I had an ongoing friend’s with benefits deal.
It was incredible.. We played in a band together and used to hang out at his parents place most weekends.. Their house was the band practice space, so there was always some sort of session going on.. (band practice, or fifa nights with the lads).. Being so young, naive and Irish we always figured it wouldn’t be acceptable to be in a same sex relationship, so my mate and I always kept this our secret..
It all started fairly innocently, talking about the girls we liked in our school or the latest porn star we’d found.. Eventually we got into a dick size convo. I openly admitted I was fairly small, much to his entertainment ?
He said he thought his was big, from what hed seen online..
We both probably felt like just whipping them out would be too weird, so he suggested a game of strip poker. That was the first day I ever touched another guys dick, and I’m not sure I’ve EVER been as hard since.
Over the year there were many many nights where we were the last 2 standing at parties/after parctice/after gigs, and inevitably we’d end up fooling around, sucking, cock play, wanking, but never having sex..
Until one night at a pretty big party at his house.. There was a mix of 30/40 of our friends and his family.. The younger folk were partying to loud music in his shed, lots of drinking and smoking, which was pretty normal for us at the time.. Toward the end of the night, as people were starting to leave/fall asleep, I got a txt, from my friend..
[F]eeling myself while writing about feeling myself
This just happened last night and I’m still tingling thinking about it now.
So first off, my partner is hot as fuck. Like, he’s completely out of my league in my opinion, but I’m glad he disagrees. He’s tall and masculine but has a bit of a baby face when clean shaven. And his style? This fucker is always showing up everyone in the room. He looks great in every hairstyle, but that’s mostly because he was blessed at birth with the silkiest copper red hair. He bypassed the ginger stereotype due to genetic luck, and basically rolled a 20 for charisma. And his dick, OMG, it’s like just right. We’ve never measured but maybe like 7-8in? Trying to be realistic, cuz it’s not the biggest I’ve been with, but it definitely fills me and can be a little too much in certain positions.
Thankfully, this cheeky asshole thinks I’m attractive, and I can sometimes see it. Where he’s bright and cheery, I’m his little rain cloud. I prefer the majority of my clothing to be black. He likes to joke that I’m his big tiddy gf, but I point out I’m only a B-cup, which hardly qualifies. At least my ass is curvy and definitely my best feature (one of the perks of living in a building where the elevator is usually broken, I guess). I’m still a little soft from office work, but as lover of all bodies, I gotta love my own too.
After waiting three months to see eachother [MF], we have every type of sex all in one night.
Sadly, my boyfriend and I live in separate countries. We only get to see eachother once every couple months. In the weeks leading up to a night together, we usually start to fantasize together about what experiences we want to have. We try to prioritize our plan, knowing that we won’t have time for everything, but sometimes it’s so hard to choose. This is how we spent our time at our last meetup.
When I arrived at the airport and we locked eyes, I know we both instantly felt happy. We got our suitcases and rental car but couldn’t check in to our hotel yet. So we headed for the nude beach. Having not seen each other’s bodies for months before this, being naked together, without being able to have sex, was almost more than we could take. But we spent some time in the ocean, playing in the waves, and then taking a nap in the sand. Next we went and had lunch at a fish and chips place.
How I went from a cheating slut to a loyal free use slut [f]
Before I met my daddy I was dating my ex, I was 18 at the time, finishing my last year of high school, he was 22, working as an apprentice mechanic. I guess I did like him rather a lot, I wasn’t in love, but he was nice and I liked the way his forearms looked when he got off work, the grime and grease and sweat of hard days work always does something to me ?
I wasn’t as nice, i felt so guilty at night thinking about all the things he didn’t know about. But those guilt sessions always ended with me grabbing my box of toys, and inevitably, picking up the phone to send pictures I shouldn’t have been sending to men who I had no business sending pictures to.
I began to accept it, lean into it even. My man was happy, I wasn’t completely selfish. I let him fuck my ass, I let him use and abuse my throat. I let him take pictures and brag to his friends, I even let him brag about what I let him do in front of his friends sometimes when I was in a good mood.