Memories: Emily. Blonde, drunk and willing. I’m only human. [MF]

“If you’re going upstairs, be a dear and help Emily get to her room? She’s wasted.”

I shrugged. “Sure.” I didnt really give it a second thought. Well, maybe I did, but that’s just the way my brain works. I’m not going to lie. Emily is the one every straight guy thinks filthy thoughts about. Blonde. Curvy. A mix of girl next door and pornstar. Too much makeup and just enough skin. So obviously I had thoughts. How could I not?

But they were just thoughts. Even when she had her arm around me in the elevator for support, her firm breast pressing against my side… they were just thoughts. Filthy snippets in my imagination, called upon for masturbatory purposes. Yes, I was guilty of gazing down into the chasm of her cleavage. Yes, I did breathe in her flowery scent. But my intentions were pure. Pure enough.

I took her to her door and waited while she fumbled with the keycard. Leaning against me, giggling to herself. I walked her in, unhooked her arm from around my neck and watched her collapse onto the bed, face first. “Safe and sound.” I muttered proudly to myself as I started to back away. My eyes might have lingered on her pale thighs, her short skirt hiked up just enough to offer a glimpse of that intersection of leg and buttock.

The time I realised we really werent exclusive part 2 – AKA Shame, sloppy seconds and almost anal [MF]

A continuation of this: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/58yu30/the_time_i_realised_we_really_werent_exclusive/

We went to have drinks with some of her friends in a shitty student flat that night. She’d warmed up a bit, but was still annoyed. Drinking games ensued, so it didnt take long for everyone to get drunk. At some point some random lanky guy arrived. After rolling a spliff that almost knocked me out, he said something about “needing some help” and she got up and followed him. I thought nothing of it.

And then, a few minutes later one of her girlfriends, Fiona, said something. “It’s cool that you’re so cool with it”. I smiled and said thank you, stoned and confused, wondering what I was cool with but accepting the compliment anyway. And then another dude appeared and asked where Darren was. Fiona casually replied “getting his rocks off… they’ll be done soon”.

All the pieces fell in place like a satellite crashing back down to earth. Darren was the sex god in her phone book. Darren was the lanky dude who “needed help” with something. I was apparently cool for being cool with my lady fucking another guy while I sat around in the other room. My head spun. I played it as cool as I could because I wanted to compliment to stick, but it wasnt easy. About twenty agonizing seconds later I excused myself to look for the bathroom.

Getting some relief from the new girl at work. [MF]

So this has all unfolded pretty recently. I’m making myself write it up now because I know what I’m like, and I just won’t get round to it otherwise! I’m a big-time lurker on Gonewildstories, and am pretty excited to be sharing! Hope it’s still okay to post with a throwaway – none of this is illegal, but I would get into some seriously deep shite if it ever came out. Oh – skip ahead to the bit in bold if you’re impatient!

I’m 28, and I work for a small/medium non-profit organisation, in a brand & marketing role. Pretty interesting, if ordinary, job. Being a non-profit we often get volunteers in to help out – good for the sector and good for those looking to get into it. My little team hadn’t really had any volunteers before but seeing as we had an influx of work coming our way, my friend/colleague Harry and I decided we’d give it a go.

We got sign-off from our manager and put the advert out, looking for someone with a creative streak to put in a couple of days a week. Our replies were quite disappointing to be honest. A few people who were clearly fumbling in the dark with no understanding of the organisation, and a few who were only looking to make a very short-term commitment.

The time I realised we really werent exclusive AKA someone else’s cum inside her [MF]

First post ever. There might be more. Who the fuck knows?

We werent exclusive. It bothered me, but not enough to not want her. I always wanted her. Sometimes I’d fly over to see her, sometimes she’d fly over to see me. We’d do normal relationship shit and fuck like bunnies and then we wouldnt see each other for weeks. Sometimes months.

I had a free week and a bit of cash, so I flew over to see her. We met in a pub by the train station and had some drinks with a few of her people. I’d try to guess which of her friends and friends friends she’d fucked. A couple were obvious… a little to gropy on the kiss hello, some cheeky grins and leery glances. It annoyed me, but at the same time, I knew that while I was around she was mine, which I could tell annoyed them. I couldnt help but imagine her fucking other people, and I hated that it turned me on, but it did.

Two Couples in a Small Tent [Group] [MFFM]

I was looking at last years holiday photos earlier today. Seeing the one of their tent brought it all back to me. It had seemed bigger at the time, now hard to believe it could ever have accommodated the four of us. Tents that size are just not intended to be used by two couples for drunken sex with each other. I mean, where did all our arms and legs find space to spread and stretch? We really were like sardines in a can.

The early summer was already full of erotic undercurrents for Gary and I. He’d broached the subject of swinging earlier in the year, hinting we might try meeting other couples, maybe a single girl. Just bedroom talk at first, but soon it was obvious the idea could never just remain a fantasy. It had so much appeal for us both.

I suppose we imagined when it happened it would be through an ad placed on some site. We’d browse of an evening and fantasise. We even drafted our own ad but never took that final plunge — just then, that is. Who’d have thought our first time would be with friends from our day to day lives, Mark and Kay.

[MF] a week of spanking and sex: Friday (pics)

Angela: five-six, about 150 pounds, around 30 years old. Long brown hair, dark brown eyes. Soft all over. Her breasts are probably a C or D cup, but I don’t remember exactly. She has children, and when she’s naked she’s completely unselfconscious about the changes that having children made to her body. I think she’s gorgeous and sexy. Oh, and she’s a squirter, too. Every single time.

Me: Six feet tall, about 290 when this occurred, mid-30s, brown hair, blue eyes. My hands are pretty large. That’s about all you need to know.

[Tuesday](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/58jemg/mf_a_week_of_spanking_and_sex_tuesday_pic/) | [Wednesday and Thursday] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/58ptvi/mf_a_week_of_spanking_and_sex_wednesday_and/)

The weather was finally good, so I went into the office while Angela did some sightseeing. We went home, she talked to her kids, and then we had dinner.

I do, however, want to show you [this photo](https://eroshare.com/i/0rovkyye), which I took around 6:50pm. I had only given her a few fun swats here and there in the morning and when we got home, but her backside was still very pink — even after she’d been on her feet all day, being a tourist. I’m rather proud of that.

[F]inally made a [m]ove on my boss

This is my first time posting here, so be nice. It’s kind of long because there’s a lot of background info and I’ll be honest, the action isn’t nearly as exciting as most of what I’ve read on here. But you be the judge.

I’m a 26 year old woman working in marketing/advertising. Ever since I can remember, I’ve fantasized about hooking up with someone in an authority position over me. I always fantasized about my professors in college, and for the last year I’ve fantasized about my boss.

Andrew is 32 and tall, dark, and handsome. My company is relatively small (only 30ish people), and everyone is pretty young. I’m also the only woman who works there, and luckily I get treated with the same level of respect as all of the men, and none of my coworkers have ever creeped on me or made me feel uncomfortable.

So anyways, my first month working there I decide I’m very attracted to Andrew. I immediately start thinking of him when I masturbate, picturing us on his desk, etc. However, he was my boss and he also had a serious girlfriend so I didn’t think it would ever happen.

[MF] Hour of heaven with Pornstar Penis (xpost from r/SluttyConfessions)

(long…like his penis)

Original post: https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/58v0th/mf_an_hour_of_heaven_with_pornstar_penis/

I pulled into his garage and got out, carrying my overnight bag. My heels clicked against the ground on my way to the door, which led into his kitchen. I could see him sitting on the loveseat, waiting for me. When I got closer to him, he told me that I could put my stuff in the bedroom. I walked past him, my heels accentuating my legs. My ass was peeking out of the short skirt of my bad cop costume that he told me to wear. I could hear him groan as I walked down the hallway into his room. On my way back into the living room, I made sure I had maximum cleavage, and I swayed my hips as I slowly walked over to him.

A Stranger[M] banged me so so Hard

I was horrified, not because of the fact that a stranger’s cock is slowly fucking me, but because he’s moving so slow. I want more! Please! Please fuck me faster. I want you to fuck my pussy hard. I want to say so badly but there’s still this small part in my head that says this is all wrong. That I shouldn’t be getting wet from this and that I shouldn’t want more. But then he starts to pick up the pace and his cock head roughly slams into my pussy and “Fuck!” I cry out in surprise from the pleasure.

I see him watching me and he smirks when my self-control slips and my face contorts into pleasure. Oh my god! I shake my head to try and get myself back together but he’s watching me closely. He takes his left hand from holding my things open and starts massaging my left tit. I groan. At this point I know just from the fact that I keep my thighs open even when he’s not forcing them open anymore that this is a battle I’d gladly lose.

I [M] Fucked My Best Friend [F] Over the Summer

Skip to the break if you want to get straight to the action!

Sarah and I were the most unlikely of best friends. She was your typical white girl, born and raised in the exurbs of a major city with both her parents making six figures. I was born and raised in that city, the son of immigrants and the only brown kid hanging out with the black kids. But we both ended up attending our state college where we had the same major and so ended up in the same class freshman year. We became friends when out of sheer randomness we were placed in the same group for a project where we ended up doing all the work.