In the best Asian accent you can imagine, "Georgie do good at school you should too, make good money, go to haavaard." Well like my tiger mom implored me to, I did well at school, though didn't get into haavaard much to her disappointment, but still made good money as a management consultant. Now I found myself 32, making good money, married to a perfectly boring doctor who when not on call was more interesting in hanging out with his friends, or playing fantasy sports. During football seasons, my husband Dave spent his Saturdays hunched over his computer either reading about football, or twiddling spreadsheets involving player stats. On Sundays, he spent the entire day watching football with his friends, simultaneously watching god knows how many games on TV and screaming obscenities at the TV.
Category: gonewildstories
Affairs with my host mother [m/F]
When I was in high school, I went over to Shanghai as part of an exchange program. I wasn't a virgin at the time, but had slept mainly with girls my own age. However, in Shanghai, I grew to appreciate older women, more specifically older married Asian women. There's something so arousing about knowing that the conservative married woman was deep down a slut and with you around willing to be that slut. There are no games, just hot needy sex, whenever and wherever the opportunity arises.
The Chen's my host family consisted of Su Wen a 32 year old housewife who prior to getting married worked as a translator for a Chinese firm, her husband Hai Yee who was a wealthy businessman, and their three year old son. They had agreed to host me ostensibly to I could help Su Wen practice her English as well as help her teach her son English. But I think it was mainly because Su Wen was lonely.
Untitled, or “How A Russian Playwright Had a Hand in the Seduction o[f] [M]y Dumb Ass.”
In the short time between now and when this happened, I’ve regaled a lot of my friends with this story. My female friends, in particular, love it because it’s a testament to how neurotic and awkward I am. One of my friends (If you’re reading this, MG, I hope you’re fucking happy) suggested that I post this online, mentioning this subreddit.
This probably reads like awful fan fiction (do you read that too, MG?) but I’ll try to do it justice regardless of fluctuating verbal tense. I’m Pat, by the way.
So I attend a major southeastern University. It’s the start of spring semester and I’m enrolled in “Advanced Acting II” to fulfill requirements for my theater minor. We meet twice a week. I’m not apart of the campus theater community so no one in the class knows who I am. I also make it known during our first class that I’m not majoring in Theater—which doesn’t sit well with anyone, seeing as it’s an “advanced” acting class. Theater majors don’t like outsiders or the uninitiated and they make that as conspicuous as they can.
Then-Girl[F]riend Masturbates On Train at [M]y Direction
Circa 2007: Then-girlfriend (Eve) was quite the exhibitionist. We had been dating for 2+ years and with my encouragement she became comfortable with her body and our relationship. Eve was 21 years old. She had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Eve was a runner until three years earlier and had a body that was neither petite nor curvy, but it was sexy. She was around 5’6’’ with smooth, sexy legs and thighs. A butt that was tight yet was something to grab. She kept the hair around her pussy trimmed into a dirty blonde strip that covered little if anything. She wore between an A or B cup, which would cover small pink nipples.
On a Friday or Saturday night in the summer we took a train into a city to meet up with friends. She wore a skirt that was half the length of her thighs. I remember it being a light color. She also wore a light color shirt. The shirt was tight, sleeveless, and had thin straps wrapped around her shoulder. We had dinner and drinks with our friends. It was a good time. Eventually it came time to go home. I think we were going to catch a 1:00 a.m. train.
He left about an hour ago.
I'm gonna need this sub. I'm glad you people are here.
He just left. Damn. I think I teased him way too much. I don't know if you would be okay with details, if not stop reading now.
We arent dating. He has a girlfriend. But I dont know her and he seemed pretty unhappy. It started as a workplace flirtation. It started pretty slowly. We both knew it was just fun, something to make work less boring. But I didn't think it would go farther. I knew it was a matter of time before one of us hit a line we wouldn't cross. I kept pushing because I didn't think he would take that step.
I was so wrong.
He actually said he was going to come over. Not the first time he said it and flaked, but when the time came he sent me a text. And I had fallen asleep on the couch.
M/f Sarah’s birthday surprise cums wrapped between two cheeks. Part 3
This is a continuation of an on-going series. I consider this to be a stand alone story so previous readings are not required to the posting below.
The gift of the Sexual Coupon
Sarah and I had been bf/gf for a few months now and our relationship was predominately sex based with a little actual couple related stuff thrown in here and there. I was an innocent naive virgin before all this started and she laid conquest after sexual conquest in those regards. We had a name for everything; pussy poundings, anal adventures, bondage barealls, flogging free-for-all's, toying tests, breast beatings, nipple nastiness, fanny figgings, bum beatings, rectum ravagings, vagina vindications, oral operations.. the list was growing at every encounter.
Sarah was 21 and I was coming up on my 20th birthday. She was average height with long brunette hair down to her back and sparkling hazel green eyes. Her California body was dark and tan except where her milky skin met with gorgeous two-piece bikini tanlines. Thin streaks of white invitations that circled her torso and hips leading to her tits, pussy and that perfect ass.
I fail painfully in my attempt to rock a black girl’s world
I'm a writer and I go by Johnny Dongle, which is a pen name, because everything I write is 100% true and if I used my real name, well — that'd be bad. This is one of my true stories. If it entertains you guys, I'll post more.
I am an equal-opportunity lover, and as such, I LOVE me some brown sugar on occasion. It would definitely be more than “on occasion” if I could convince more black women to sleep with me, but by and large I'm not exactly blow-the-doors-off successful in that department. I believe in the Chris Rock theory of why I can't get a lot of action with black girls: while it's a common fantasy for white women to want to fuck black men, that shit just doesn't work the other way around, unfortunately. Not nearly as often anyway. To paraphrase Mr. Rock, “Sure, a black woman will fuck Brad Pitt or George Clooney, but other than than, black women don’t give a fuck about fuckin’ white boys.”
I let my co worker tit fuck me
I've been crazy sexual lately. I'm married but the sex isn't what it was. Hooked up like 4 times with a old crush. Today at work though I was just flirty and horny. I ended up having to go to storage to put a few dozen boxes of records away. I asked my coworker to help me. Once we got there I made the mistake of taking off my top shirt. Leaving on a tank top. Left my boobs pretty exposed! Lol. My coworker was just staring. We had been flirting all day before. So as a tension breaker I told him to take a pic so it could last longer. He asked if I was serious. I laughed and said no. Told him he could peek. I flashed him and he asked if he could squeeze. I was like fine go ahead. Once he got his hands on them I was done! I breathed heavy and looked down. Sure enough he was bulging. I told him we should take care of that before we headed back. I squeezed my boobs together and let him slide in. Didn't last but was hot! Kik me if you want to ask details.
The weekend Sex adventure from Hell! [M/f/f and m?] (Kinky, Funny and OMGWTF!) Part 2 of 2
Recap: Val and I meet up for some sexy fun time on an anticipated 4 day weekend. We head over to her friend Chel's place where I'm introduced to what turns out to be a weekend filled with hedonism and debauchery of the best kind. While shying away from the sexcapades at first, Chel joins the fun to what turns out to be the single most memorable 3-way of our lives.
Day 2 continues – Threesome fun
Chel's face down prone form is still a loaf of bliss and erotic sensations. Still recovering from her monumental orgasm, she has little strength left to fend of our ass-sault on her helpless lady parts. Val is probing her pussy with fingering and clit rubbing while I've moved on from her now plugged ass to massaging her tense muscles and shoulders. Poor Chel can do little but occasionally protest through whimpers and grunts of misguided disapproval. "please… let me.. uuuughhh… rest". Having none of that, Val and I redouble our efforts and turn our hapless Hostess into a vessel of sensual desire. Our persistence pays off as Chel starts to move and gyrate with the motions of Val's probing. While still silent as ever, her hips and bubble butt ass thrust back and forth into her best friends soaked fingers.
Hooked up with my crush before graduation [m/m]
EDIT: Link to Part 2
I just graduated from college last week. There was a guy I ran into a few days before everyone left campus… I can't stop thinking about how nice it was. I've been into him since I met him sophomore year, which made it special. So, here's a little description. Let me know if I should write more/if you have any suggestions!
It was a while before our hands even met. We were both being bashful, sitting on his bed and talking as if things were completely normal. His brown hair reflected the warm glow of the lamp on the bedside. There were no other lights, just the one lamp casting shadows around his room. We’d spoken at the party for at least an hour, and by now we’d been chatting here for just as long. This seemed to be going on and on, but neither of us minded because it was marked by sincerity. When the conversation paused, we smiled again and tried to hold eye contact. Earlier that night, he hadn’t been able to maintain it more than a few seconds without breaking into a mess of smiles. But now we were alone together, so the space had to be filled. His brown eyes matched his hair just like my own. Yet it occurred to me that I could never replicate the way he looked- attractive and fit beyond comparison. It made me confident that he liked me, that he had invited me back home. By now we were too tender to be forward, but still too trusting to have any doubts. So I took his hand. He kept smiling. His fingers were soft and thin, a little longer than my own. Their light grip ran the length of my hand, like he was holding a pen or a brush.