I’m an Arab-Canadian teen that got used as a party slut [FM]

At 18 in my senior year of highschool I was invited to an end of the year party in June. I’m Arab-Canadian, about 5’5, slim, full lips, wide hips, and a nice and round perky ass. I have pretty strict Muslim parents but I managed to convince them to allow me to go since it was the end of my last year of highschool and all my friends were going.

I had bought a slutty Playboy Bunny Playmate costume earlier that year which I wanted to wear for Halloween but never got the chance. Since the two friends I was going with were also dressing slutty, as a sexy cheerleader and a sexy nurse (real original, I know lol) I thought it would be the perfect chance to finally use it. The costume is a strapless black corseted bodysuit with matching ears and cuffs. It also has a cute cotton tail hanging right above my bum.

[FM] Hooked up with a stranger on an airport layover

Sorry. This is my first post ever. Be kind.

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I travel for work and I’ve been traveling for ages. Ages.

Occasionally, I catch a glimpse of a stranger and I fall deeply in love. I have types: androgynous, striking women, or extremely femme. Both sides of the spectrum. I love someone without makeup who still looks spectacular.

It was an airport. One of the biggest in the country, and I had just come off a plane from Minneapolis. There’s a lounge on one of the concourses that is just full of exhausted layoverers like me and when I’m feeling froggy instead of dead, I look for someone cute or interesting to perch near.

She fit the bill, and wasn’t giving off a vibe that said “just leave me alone until I get home.” I sat down next to her. Early 30s. Short blonde hair, green eyes, slim, white. And as soon as I sat down, I started thinking about quiet places around the airport. And the smile. Oof. As soon as she grinned at me, I was gone.

Airport and airplane acquaintances are the ultimate two-way street. You gotta like each other, otherwise it’s a dead end.

[MF] I Like it Rough

Rough Sex

Written by my husband u/ActualDom4HisWife
Posted with permission.

We had a short session yesterday. I was in the mood for some rough stuff. When it’s just us, I can be aggressive and not have to worry about freaking out our boyfriends.

It started out with us talking in bed. Just chatting. About the day, or most probably, this sub and the folks who joined. And then I give her a look and she knows. She sorta slowly sinks down into the bed, with just a little smile on her face. And I growl. Low and devourous. It’s not just the smile and the subtle, passive response. It’s the locked eyes. The knowing that something inevitable is about to happen. It’s starting.
Sometimes I give her that look in a store. She slaps my chest, laughs just a bit, and says, “staap Daddy!” And grins and bites her lip. She knows. Sometimes she sees it and immediately blushes, “oh shit. Ok. We got to go.” And starts pulling me to the door.

[FMF] Whiskey dick done right

So, I love reading the stories here, most are pretty hot.

With that, thought I’d share one of my wilder nights from my early 20’s (over 20 years ago) when I was a very “active” young lad.

I was 20 and had a girlfriend that went to a different college than me. I had a bunch of friends who went to that school as well and went to visit all of them one weekend. The week prior my gf had a night that I didn’t like the sound of. Seemed like something happened with this one dude and she was lying about things. We got into it and I told her I was just going to go to out with my friends, we did not leave on good terms.

Went out with my boys and it was a frat party. After a few drinks I got into a “does she know who she’s dating” type of mood and kinda made the decision, fuck her, if she’ll have her fun, I’ll have my fun too. I went and flirted and one girl latched on to me. We danced and kissed a bit, and she eventually asked me to come back to her place. She was pretty hot, great body, 5’5”, curly strawberry blond hair, athletic build with small boobs, great ass, confident as all hell.

The concert that *literally* rocked [M]y world. [MF]

This is a scenario that has taken place over a period of time and is currently still going. I’ll try to
keep the story interesting, but also not too much to read at one time.

I’ll preface this by saying I am by no means any sort of writer, especially when it comes to sexual themes but this has played such a big impact on my life, and I don’t really have many people to talk to about it so here I am:My friend, and I just so happen to work at the same job. I met her back in school and it turns out we were both crushing on each other hard but because of certain factors a.k.a nerves, and us being in *terrible* relationships.. neither one of us ever made a move.

[FM] Came so hard being punished for being naughty

So, the last couple days bf and I decided to try to take a couple nights off after a several day streak of hardcore boinking. Well, Monday night I mentioned something to him about being horny (I think my exact phrase was that I had a lady boner). Then last night, I was super horny again. He was in this tight pair of gym shorts with no underwear and I kept seeing his cock and balls swinging around….needed to get some of it right then so…well let’s just say I got what I wanted.

Before we got to the sex he bent me over and spanked me. I like spanking a lot, and this was really rough. He told me I was a naughty girl and as he spanked he kept telling him to admit what was making me so horny. Finally just as I was about to cum I admitted I had been wet for two days because a redditor had sent me a tribute of his cumshot over one of my stories. He smacked my ass raw telling me I was a naughty girl for being such a cock tease, I just kept rolling into orgasm after orgasm.

[F] 19 I let an acquaintance jerk off on my ass with my bf in the house

I posted a similar story elsewhere but it was removed as I posed a question at the end so no doubts this time lol

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So I have been dating this guy (26m) for almost a year now, but I never really stopped thinking about other boys. I make my bf hug and caress me in public just to get other guys to stare at me with jealousy. I sometimes cover my bf’s was with a pillow imagining it is one of my classmates or another guy I am attracted to recently while I am riding him. I also made him eat me out under the desk while I was checking his mate’s insta. When he fucks me doggy I suck my finger imagining it is another guy’s dick. I knew it was a matter of time until I take an opportunity to actually live it.
Last week we went to a party where most people where from my uni (Surrey in UK). I had to go with my boyfriend as we do almost everything together, which might be why I grow so bored. He didn’t know most people so he mostly stayed in the kitchen helping the host making drinks and snacks to have an excuse to talk to people. After a couple of chit chats in the living room, I started flirting with a guy from my corporate finance class (he is not even that good-looking tbf but I suppose he sensed that I want secretly want to be a slut) and I was teasing him in every way possible. We talked about sex (obviously) and I pretended to be a little more experienced than I actually am (I fucked hundreds of guys in my head, ok?). He complained that the few girls he had slept with always made him cum in a condom or on himself. I cockily said I would never disrespect a boy like that (which is true) and I could see in his eyes that he started scanning my body as if I was already a target. He had a bulge in his pants before as we talked about some explicit stuff, but I could now see his cock almost upright.

Reuniting with [m]y best [f]riend

There is some background to this story before it gets into the good stuff, so feel free to skip ahead if you need to. Also on mobile, LTL FTP, blah blah blah. Forgive me, I’m better at writing fiction.

I had a tumultuous upbringing. Raised by a single narcissistic mother with an addiction problem and a string of less than stellar boyfriends that, for reasons, messed up my views of men. I never knew anything of my dad except my mom’s version of him and her snide remarks that my love for cars was so much like him. So it’s rather shocking that my one and only friend throughout school was a guy named Steven.

I was the nerdy/geeky bookworm who preferred cars to dolls. Steven was the awkward guy and a middle child, but we just clicked. He was the literally the only male as I grew up and admittedly I had a huge crush on him. Especially through puberty and adolescence. I lost track of him at 15 when shit went down that resulted in me being moved with my dad. There’s a lot more to it, but it’s not relevant to this story.

[MF] I had my second hookup with my classmate, Vanessa

I can’t stop smiling as I write this, it’s a continuation of my [original](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vx82gs/i_m18_hooked_up_with_a_random_girl_f19_from_class/) post about Vanessa. Where I left off, I briefly touched on that we made tentative plans to go hiking yesterday. Yesterday mid-morning we began talking about plans, we decided not to go hike. It honestly was just too oppressively hot and humid out to enjoy it.

She ended up inviting me over to her place though around 11am. I got dressed, headed over there, and she was waiting for me. Freshly cleaned place, giant hug & kiss immediately on arrival, called me handsome. She had this giant beanbag chair, which she grabbed my hand and brought me too. Immediately goes straight to cuddles then laying her head on my chest. I ask if I can play with her hair, which she says yes so I gently run my fingers through her hair as well as massage her scalp. We chat about our days, school, work, life, etc as I do this, and she tells me I’m giving her ASMR.

[F] My (22f) long-term boyfriend (23M) found out I was writing erotic fiction and dumped me.

I posted this on a different subreddit yesterday, and felt like it might fit here too!

This was over a year ago, so I was 21 and he was 22, but I feel like this story belongs on here. I have always had a very active imagination, and this extends to my sexual fantasies. My ex was always pretty vanilla, so I never felt quite comfortable sharing my desires with him. That being said, I needed to vent, so I took to writing erotic short stories. I have always loved to write, so this was a kind of natural step in expressing my sexuality. Anyways, I was working on a really steamy story involving a group breeding session, and because it was my fantasy, described my own looks as that of the main female character. One night, after going out for drinks with his friends, my boyfriend burst into our apartment and threw up all over the floor. Being the caring girlfriend I was, I went to grab paper towels to clean up the mess. I had been working on this story while he was out, and in the rush to clean up the mess, I left my laptop open on the table. I came back out to him scrolling through the story, demanding to know why I was writing about (myself) getting gang banged by a bunch of hung dudes, and letting them cum in me. I tried to explain that it was just a fantasy, but he wasn’t having it. To be fair, It was extremely graphic, and this was a side of me he had never seen before. He told me I was a sexual deviant, and he felt like he could never live up to my desires. We argued for a while, but eventually this ended in us breaking up. Honestly, I think it was for the best. I need a partner that is confident and comfortable enough to not judge me for my fantasies.