The first time my coworker [M] bent me [F] the front desk and fucked me at work

This is a more detailed description of my first story because a lot of you asked what happened. ♡

So, my coworker and I had been texting for a little under a month since I’d started. At first it was friendly conversation, I’d ask him how his day went, let him know how work was going, and even tell him I couldn’t wait to see him when he came in for work. It started to turn into teasing and flirting, I’d send him more hearts and kissy faces, or I’d tell him I was thinking about him all day. Then it turned into sexual flirting, telling him what I was wearing and that I couldn’t wait to show him or asking him if he’d kiss me when he came in. This all built up over a month and at the end, I started dressing up for him, I’d put on some really nice clothes that I liked and I knew he’d like.

Fucking Thor – A Halloween Costumed Cocking [FM]

Halloween. The glorious time of year when suddenly having a dressing up box is considered a boon and not a childish cry for help. The time when perceived wisdom has every female using the thinly veiled excuse to dress up as outrageously slutty as they can conceive, while guys make as minimal effort as possible to wear something that can barely be described as ‘dressing up’.

Thankfully though, the type of people I’ve tried to spend my life surrounded by don’t slip into the cliche of this perceived wisdom. Which isn’t to say myself and certain female friends don’t take the opportunity to make the most of exciting costume opportunities, but rather that we tend to mix with guys who actually do make an effort.

I realise this is two paragraphs of entirely non-arousing preamble, but fear not, it’ll eventually become clear. The tl;dr version of the above it that myself and friends are varying degrees of geeky at heart, and like our costumes to be accurate as well as arousing, and vastly prefer the type of guy who’s actually produced a costume of some merit, than worn a nice shirt and calls himself a cowboy.

Dressing up as Lola Bunny to win an Halloween contest [F]

The last time I celebrated Halloween, I was still in college. It was actually my last semester and up to that point I had let my inner slut enjoy her single life a few times in between the hours of studying. As always, the end of October coincided with the mid term exam so I had given very little thoughts to what I would wear.

I ended up looking online to find something easy to put together. I went to a thrift shop and bought a little white tank top, shorts and bunny ears to dress up as Lola Bunny. I couldn’t try it on unfortunately, but I didn’t mind if it wasn’t exactly my size since I wanted to be a little slutty for Halloween.

I joined a group of friends and we had a few drinks before getting to the event. As I finally put on my costume, I realized there was a few issues. The main one is that I am a lot curvier and thicker than that bunny 😅. The shorts were fine a little ass cheeks showing which I didn’t mind. The top however wasn’t even near my size. Standing still, I had an inch of cleavage, but massive underboobs. I would literally flash everyone if I put my arms in the air.

[MF] My Sister-in-Law Moves in

My sister-in-law, Sara, moved in with us. She was five years younger, starting college, and we lived much closer to her college than her parents who were in another state did.

We agreed to provide for her as long as she was sticking to her studies.

Off the bat she made her self comfortable. We were all always close, so it was no surprise. It was not long before she spent a good deal of her time at the house in as little clothing as possible. She had carried herself at her parents in much the same manner so it was no surprise.

It took a little longer for the flirting to start. Excessive touches when my wife was not around. Constant banter and remarks that were filled with innuendo. At first I ignored it but she took it as a challenge and upped the game. It turned into sleep wear that hid nothing if she moved a certain way. Casually sitting against me if I was on the couch reading after my wife went to sleep while she watched tv or played on her phone.

Wearing [m]y butt plug at work. Day 2

So yesterday I finally did it; I wore my
Plug at work. all. day. long.

For context, 35 years old, male, office job. I commute on subway, so lots of time spent around many strangers who have no idea about my little secret. Just adds to the thrill of it all.

It felt so fucking good, and surprisingly I was able to focus at work better than I thought. Definitely had some learning curves to adjust to, and lots of bathroom breaks to add some lube. but today I’m ready to go! My cock was leaking for most of the day which always served as a little reminder to me whenever I felt the wet spots. I’m so fucking horny. Even typing this out my cock is hard.

I wasn’t able to post yesterday because I made a new throwaway account but I’m doing this all for my wife. She expressed to me a few years ago that she wanted to peg me and it made her so wet it was so sexy. So after lots of research *cough* pegging porn *cough* I finally decided to do it. (I actually did do lots of research too!)

I (25F) tried sending a nude to a guy and wound up sexting with a bi-curious girlfriend for over an hour [FF]

So there’s this guy [I used to hook up with](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sun56t/i_24f_sucked_this_guys_cock_and_then_his_father/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) (backstory) who I still think is super charming, and whenever he asks for a nude pic, I’ll happily send him one. He doesn’t live nearby anymore, but I like knowing that I’m still his go-to fantasy girl.

On Saturday night, I got home from work early and was gonna go to bed when I thought about sending him a pic just ’cause. I was already getting undressed for bed, so I snapped a cute little pic in just my thong, showing off my ass in the mirror and holding my boob in one hand with this pouty biting-my-lip look. Quick and easy. I sent it, threw on a t-shirt, and went to brush my teeth.

When I get back, I see a text from my friend Rachel. Rachel and this guy have names that are very similar, like off by just a few letters. (I’m changing both the names here obviously.) Rachel is a girlfriend of a girlfriend who I’ve hung out with a few times at bars and stuff. Nice, super cute, but we’re not close or anything. She has curly light brown hair, green eyes, sort of an Anna Kendrick vibe if you want a visual.

[MF] Still take care of my boyfriend (32f)

This is sort of a follow up to other confession where I cheated on my bf for the first time. It can hopeful give a bit of an insight into what our relationship is like and how he is.

It happened Sunday morning. My guy came into my room around 5:30 am for a bit of a cuddle in bed. We spooned for a while and he felt me up and he started to get turned on. I hadn’t really woken up properly yet but he wanted me to give him a blow job.

I agree and drop down below the covers and get his boxers off. He’s already quite hard so go to work with some kisses and sucking before wrapping my mouth around it. I bob my mouth on him as he gets into it more fully and moves my head around as he likes. I suck him for a handful of minutes before he cums in my mouth and I swallow it.

After that he was pretty much done with me. We cuddled for a bit longer and then the kids woke up. He didn’t repay the favour at all.

She comes last [MF]

The amazing thing about being sexually comfortable with somebody is that, with time and the right approach, you could go together to various places to truly explore yourselves sexually.

This was one such morning for us.

I used to kind of dislike planning as even the most adventurous plans often turned out pale in comparison to how it had played out in my imagination. As I realised, part of it is simply that if you plan for things to do for the first time, it usually feels awkward initially, and having to think about “the plan” takes away from experiencing things. Stick to it, however, and it becomes second nature, with planning, expectations and reality coming together more and more so.

She was dressed in a skimpy crop top without a bra and a lace see-through thongs, giving me a good view of both: her round ass, and the outline of her pussy, depending on how she turned. I removed the top, freeing her tits, blindfolded her and asked her to lie on her back. Then, I tied her hands to the opposite sides of the bed. What she did not realise, however, was that I had another surprise in store. I put headphones on her and played loud music so that her senses were completely cut off.

Bus Stop #9 [m] Sexy Spooky Stories in the dark #1:

Repressed memories? Or perhaps a dream? I can’t tell anymore. My Academia years seem so far behind me now, yet an incident from my freshman College year haunts me still;  playing again in my head from time to time. Especially around the start of fall season in our local Beach town.

As I recall I was 19 during my first year of college, I frequently caught the city bus in the wee hours to make it on time for class. Studying biology while personally captivated by books of crypto zoology and mythology during my moments free.

This time of year the days get a little hot but the night’s chilly and the early mornings misty & muggy.

It was one of those foggy gloomy mornings, must of been a little bit before 5am. Made myself a small coffee and began my walk a few blocks over to bus stop #9. A little rinky dinky bench tucked off to the side of a main street, across an empty smoke shop adjacent to an old mini mart turned church or cult group; you never know.

Watching Her Suck Cock On The French Riviera [MFM]

Nice was not a place for the poor. And we, my wife Anne and I, were poor. We were backpacking across Europe on a shoestring budget. Nice was a beautiful city, but it was designed for those with money to spend. We spent the morning in the sun drenched courtyard of the youth hostel and plotted our escape to cheaper climates.

As we sat there a man ran up to use with a friendly greeting. We had first met Scott at the hostel in Marseille. Today he was returning from a trip to Monaco. He seemed desperately lonely as he raved to us about how excellent, friendly and spotlessly clean Monaco had been. Of all the people we’d met on our honeymoon, Scott seemed the most ill-suited to the life of a backpacker. Nothing, outside of Monaco, had lived up to his expectations and he complained about every person he’d met. Which was strange, since almost everyone we’d met had been extremely friendly.

The entire purpose of Scott’s trip, as far as we could tell, was to meet women who were away from home for the first time in their lives, free from all taboos and all supervision. He planned to guide these naïve young women into every aspect of their sexuality. He was failing miserably, since his only approach was to tell the women exactly that.