Category: gonewildstories

I was on top of her, with both hands holding her wrists above her head. We were both breathing heavily. Her dress is pulled off and her tits swaying back and forward as she struggles to escape my grasp. For a brief moment, she paused and broke character to give me directions. She looked up and said, “Slap me. Hard!”
Sarah was your typical actress who came to New York to pursue her dream to become a star. She never did become famous. I had not seen her in anything, and I have no idea if she was a good actor or not. But, if our roleplaying were any indication, she was very believable. Sarah was a brunette, with big bright eyes. Petite, yet busty. She wore a pixie cut that showed off her cheekbones and freckles. Beautiful and forgettable all at once. On the outside, you’d never suspect Sarah of being this kinky. She was sweet looking, kind, polite, and grew up religious. She was marriage material for most men, and the boys she dated were always proper with her, even when they were naked. Read more »

I’ve always been a boob guy, but one who — not that anyone cares — never had much luck with any of bustier women I’ve had a chance with. There have been near misses over the years, but I’ve almost never experienced “more than a handful”, as my gfs and hook-ups have been on the trim, petite side of things…

The one *very* memorable exception happened when I was 22 and at a Phish show in Tennessee. Lol. It was early fall and my friends and I were stoned and drunk and goofing around and vibing, like you do. We looked every bit the part with our shaggy hair, flip flops, and Dead paraphernalia, etc.

The couple immediately to my right in the crowd was less obviously part of the scene. Maybe they were fans of the opener, idk. They were both wearing jean jackets and cut off shorts and had a good bit of visible tattoo work. They were also older than us, I’d guess both early/mid 30s. The woman was dirty blond, while the guy looked like an ex-rocker with long brown hair and a mustache. Being the 22 year old horndog that I was, it didn’t take me long to notice the woman’s deep cleavage, which was later revealed more fully when she took off her jacket. She was wearing a dark green tank top that was intended to show some skin, and it was clear that she was working with — well, let’s just say, a lot —“More like soccer balls than grapefruits”, was the way my dopey 22 year old self thought. Read more »

There is nothing better than having an extremely horny man at your beckon call, begging to have his cock sucked and his head tinkered with. You have the key to opening up their vulnerability as they approach the point wherein they feel they must climax.
There have been instances when I’ve loved subtly nudging a man and having him physically plead a bit. On the other hand, I like boosting their confidence by using foul language, mocking them, and revealing private portions of myself, like my ass (mirrors are your best friend here).
It’s a wonderful sensation to have a gentleman grasp your hair while he relaxes back, breathes deeper, and arches his back. Any time he mentions you by name or groans, I make him repeat it or I stop. Tell me how much you like it and how you just must have more of it (say please).
I can’t tell you how frequently I fantasize about sucking a dick. It’s no secret that my guy has a thing for head. Even while I know that many people dislike providing it, I find it very rewarding. I completely lose it when a guy’s cock pings out of his boxers.
The climax is the most dramatic point. When a man empties his full sack (which you’ve caressed and cradled) on you, I feel so powerful it’s ridiculous.
No one should look down on a man who cumes (huge compliment).
When you next suck cock or have your cock sucked, take full advantage of the experience. Word on the street is that high-quality bluffs are surprisingly few.

I feel really bad about this because I have a boyfriend, but I also felt really bad for my ex. I saw him over the weekend when I was hanging out with my friends. We have mutual friends so it wasn’t like it was weird that he was there or anything, but I was surprised.

We dated last year and the breakup was mutual so it wasn’t bad to see him again. In fact it was nice to catch up. We both had a little too much to drink though and we started to reminisce about things we shouldn’t have been talking about. It was fun at the time, but you shouldn’t really be talking about the hot sex you used to have with your ex when you have a boyfriend right?

Anyway, he eventually confessed that he still loved me, and would think about me a lot. He kept my picture and jerked off to them, and he hasn’t dated a girl that could compare. I was flattered, and a little turned on, but I mostly felt bad. He told me seeing me again brought up all these feelings and he really wanted me. And then he kissed me. Read more »