Bug me not (FF) (very long) (part fiction)

There’s this coworker who just wouldn’t stop coming on to me. It would have been nice, except we both are women. I do have a share of a past lesbian experience-slash-relationship which I considered to be a “phase” however it had been haunting me since it began. I love the attention I’m getting but it just wouldn’t work out with me. As her advances drive me insane, I thought of writing what I would have wanted to do as opposed to actually doing it. Hopefully this could get it off my system, somewhat.


It’s my application day, and I thought I looked appropriate for a plump 30-year old lady. Wearing my favorite button-down blouse tucked in my sleek fitting slacks, I thought I’d be able to land this job easily. Being a professional starting private practice needing a bump up in daily expenditure, I sure could use this extra job. I was set for a teaching demo that will decide if I get (officially) to be hired as a teacher. I was standing outside the room and this other lady approached me. I suspected she was a bit older than me or at least the same age as I. She was petite, hair tied back in a bun, wearing thick-rimmed glasses, chiffon blouse tucked in her skinny jeans, clutching what appeared to be a bunch of folders. She stopped in front of me and asked me what my name was. I said, “I’m Joey.” And she said, “Joey what?” I responded, “Joey Black” and she said, I’ll see more of you, Joey Black.”
I didn’t know why but she pissed the crap out of me and each moment I saw her since.

I’m a professional procrastinator (f/m)

I’m a 3rd year college student and I have two important midterms on Monday. However the stress got to me and instead of studying today I decided to put on panties, jeans, a bra, and a sweater and head out the door. I went on the subway and went to the very last westbound stop — a place that I’ve never been to — and just started walking around.

I didn’t really have a plan. At first I was trying to find any areas where I could hide, strip naked, and finger myself. But that didn’t happen. I walked into convenience stores, coffee shops, and a supermarket hoping that a guy would hit on me and I’d let him bend me over in an alley. But nobody approached me.

At this point I realized that I had to be the one initiating. So I walked around some more and found a small bike shop.

“Hi. I know this is a bike store but I’m really horny right now. Is there any chance you could help me?” I said.

“Uh. No. Sorry. I don’t think so.” He said.

Uber driving BBC Slut

My job as an Uber driver gives me the opportunity to do one of my favorite things. I suck cock and a lot of it. I love the feeling of men getting off in my mouth. I feel like the center of the world when a strange guy blows mouthful of cum into me. Don’t get me wrong I like to fuck too but usually I just suck guys off that don’t even know my name half the time.

This is how it went today but I did learn the guy’s name.

I was in Lowe’s parking lot near the Asheville airport responding to a Uber call after dropping someone off at the airport.

My rider was a tall, muscular, very dark black man. I just love a nice black cock to suck on.

“Hello, have you been waiting long?” I asked.

“Yes. But I’ve been ordering and cancelling Ubers until I saw a pretty blonde driver with a Honda Odessey and knew it must be the famous Jen the Uber driving slut.”

Just what I needed to hear “You got that right.” I said as I sized him up.

I guess I liked her [F21/F24]

James was a fuck buddy of mine for about six months. It had an unconventional beginning, he was actually recommended to me by Sophia, a friend of mine who knew about my slutty ways, and who knew he was good in bed because she had slept with him, but stopped when things got serious with someone else. Some might balk at the prospect of banging the same guy as one of their best friends, but I saw it as a valuable experiment. Sophia and I had spent a lot of time talking and comparing notes about sex, and this was my opportunity to see how accurate her opinions really were.

The first night we were together, James gave me the most powerful orgasm of my life up to that point. He was kind of a douche… dominant, cocky, insensitive, and a shameless player… but no one else on my speed dial at that time could come close to satisfying me like he did, so I let him stick around. I also cut him some slack in areas that I normally wouldn’t… like the time he wanted to introduce me to another fuck buddy of his to see how we hit it off, and potentially have a threesome.

Late night encounters with my friend’s mom. (M/F)

I’ve mentioned before that, even though we were only 18/19, she was ok with us drinking at the house as long as no one drove away drunk. They had a basement that we could pretty much go ham in on the weekends. Naturally, we did that often, leading to numerous occasions where we’d manage to sneak off while everyone else was preoccupied partying downstairs or late at night after everyone had passed out.

One particular night, a friend had picked me up from u/miamya1’s house so we could take a little road trip (smoke a bowl). Everyone else had been talking about going to another party that night, and somewhere in the time I was gone had found a ride and moved en mass to the other side of town. When I got back I was good and stoned, as well as pretty drunk, and wondering where the hell the party went. Miamya explained they’d all left, and that she would take me to the party if I wanted to meet up with them there. But we both had slightly different plans for the rest of the evening.

He made me squirt (M+F)

After months of being pursued by this gent I considered a friend I finally gave in.

It started like this: he invited me over for an impromptu “hang-sesh” one day. I guess I didn’t realize it at the time, but I definitely had a thing for him. Upon agreeing to chill at his place for the evening I immediately put on one of my sexier outfits, a low-cut top, short pleated skirt, knee high socks, and heels. (I really thought the naughty school girl thing was cool at the time)

An hour later I’m walking through his apartment to his bedroom. Once in the room we chit-chat. We listen to a few songs from a band he’s really into, and he proceeds to move closer to me on the bed. We quickly get bored with the music and start watching some really terrible, B-rate horror movie.

In between laughing at scenes in the film I tell him how my lower back had been giving me issues. (He’s actually a licensed masseuse, so I often weasel massages out of him.) He insists that I lie on my stomach so he can try to work out the kinks while we watch the movie.

Unsafe Sex [M/F]

*I’m happily married to someone else now, but I had cause to write a short version of this for an AskReddit thread at one point and have wanted to expand on it ever since. First time post and all that jazz. Skip to the bold part if you hate lead-up.*

*And yes, before you post it, I know this was stupid, luckily nothing bad came from it. It was super hot, even if it was also super dumb.*

 

In my late 20s, I moved to a town in the South for a job, and not knowing anyone there, turned to Meetup to connect with people. One of the trips was a lake outing, where I met a lovely young woman I’ll call Jay.

Jay was around 5’4″, with bottle-red hair and a blinding 1000-watt smile; despite her usually-male name, her womanly curves were at least D-cups and were putting some serious strain on her yellow one-piece. As attractive as she was, her personality was the real reason I took notice of Jay that morning: she was a devious flirt, wickedly smart, and enjoyed all forms of wordplay – all of which are candles to my moth.

My Friday

I want to get this off my chest sort to speak and it’s not something I can talk about openly. And this is a throwaway as well be my husband is on Reddit.

I’ll give a bit of a back drop before I start the story. I’m currently married have been with my Husband for about 14 years now, and it’s a typical relationship up and downs. The sex well again ups and downs but over the past few years things spiced up I wanted more so experimented with anal and ended up loving it. Now let me stress sex with my ol’man is great I do enjoy it and we have it pretty often I thought for a married couple.

Something happened back in December where I cheated on my husband. Now from that experience it was a very disappointing….. But that may be another story another day.

So because my 1st time cheating was very lacklustre I wanted to have another try so where does one go Tinder.

Now I’ve been on Tinder and I have 2 boytoys now, I use that term bc I’m 40 and 1 guy is 33 and the other just 29. My friends have started calling me a cougar but anyways.

[F]reaking awesome back [m]assage gets… well, freaky

See preamble in my [previous post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3u05xy/unexpectedly_dirty_quickie_or_everything_they_say/) for background information.

This story happened a while back so my memory is hazy at best – except for a few points which I can remember with such crystal clarity that I will not ever forget because they were SO.FUCKING.HOT. Ffffuuu…

(Starlord, if I am wrong on any points, please show me how you did it again. ;D)

**[preamble]**

A few months ago, I spent a long weekend in Prague with aforementioned Starlord, whom I will herein refer to as handsome Hans, the adorable pervy German.

We rented a cozy apartment on the west bank of the Vtlava and spent mornings and nights fucking all over it… on the chaise lounge, on the dressers, on the inflatable exercise ball, in front of the 8ft mirror… and yes, up against the giant stuffed teddy bear in a most inappropriate threesome. (I’m sorry, Teddy, but you were so cute and cuddly and the way your soft fur felt against my skin drove me crazyyyy.)

Giving in to my best friend…and roommate [f/m]

This is a story about how one of the showers broke in my house, and how it led to me fucking my roommate/best friend. Told as if you, the reader, are me.
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Your mind snaps back from its transient haze. Promptly, yet begrudgingly, you begin to work through your normal routine. Pulling the shower curtain back, twisting the knobs ever so slightly, positioning them with precision. Again you turn and face the mirror, wondering how he could have the gall to CONTINUOUSLY suggest you shower together. You scoff. Your relationship had never been more than platonic.

Laid before you loosely in the mist, almost in a projection, your thoughts rush back to the first time you kissed him. That certainly wasn’t platonic. That was fun, more than fun, heated even…and you started it. That day is still clearly impressed upon your mind, despite your attempts to convince yourself it was meaningless.

He wanted more, he wanted to close the bedroom door and fall into you. Part of you wanted the same, but no, it wasn’t right.

Plus, you kind of wanted someone to see. No, that can’t be right either. This isn’t what you wanted.