I am by no means a pro writer. I am a man who has lived some… experiences. Telling these stories to others through the years several have told me I should write them all in a book. Well i took them up on it started a website with a few on it (still adding to it). Some of them are my true experiences and some are fabricated using several bits and pieces from other life experiences. I would like to know others thoughts on them as well as my style of writing. LINK IN COMMENTS
Flashing nipples [MF]
I love when my girlfriend flashes her boobs for strangers in an innocent way. For example, at the beach, one time she dive on the waves and moved her bikini top to have a nipple slip, so some guys had a pleasure of watching her. Can someone give me more ideias for flashing boobs in an innocent way?
[MF] Bending The Knee for Emilia Clarke [Celeb][Oral][Romance][Str8]
Game Of Thrones. It’s been an honor working on one of the best shows in the history of television. Dragons reigning down hell fire on swarms of armies. Sword fights between men and the undead. Incredible story. Gorgeous women bearing it all almost every episode. The list goes on and on of fantastic things and sometimes with friends I find myself dragging for minutes on what I got to film for the day. The one special reason for me why I love this job so much more though was for my girlfriend and hopeful future wife. Daenerys Targaryen herself, Emilia Clarke.
“You’ve been together for what, four years now? Don’t worry, she’ll say yes. You’ve got this.” The director reassures me while I’m sweating bullets behind the camera fiddling with the ring in my pocket. We finished filming the current season yesterday but me and the director convinced her that we needed to reshoot something real quick.
I look down the hallway and smile as I see her approaching. I give the director the thumbs up out of her sight to shout “Queen approaching!” like everything is normal. “Hi honey.” Giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead to not screw with her makeup I take her hand and we walk into the throne room.
Marcus with the big dick [MM]
So I’m bi.
I wasn’t always bi. In fact, for most of my life, I considered myself totally straight. In fact, I still consider myself MOSTLY straight. But in my early 20’s, beginning with an unusual attraction toward a good male friend of mine, and culminating in this story, I’ve gradually pushed the boundaries of my sexuality, so that today I’d say I’m equally attracted to attractive men and women, although I find far fewer men attractive than I do women.
I had had two lackluster experiences with Grindr guys before. We didn’t match personality-wise at all. But I was browsing again, bored and horny; and I get a message from this guy named Marcus.
“What’s up man? You’re cute ;)” he says.
I flirt back, and we exchange pictures. I like what I see – nice abs, smooth coffee-colored skin, a really cute firm butt (I don’t know what it is about cute butts but they’re maybe my favorite feature on both sexes). And an above-average-sized penis. It made my mouth water.
Getting [M]y [F]riend Off With Story of [Revenge] Fucking
As you could guess, this isn’t word for word. I don’t speak as pre-planned as I write.
This is part 2 of my [story with Isobel](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6psy7v/highstrung_preppy_girl_giving_me_a_helping_hand/), if you want a more detailed description. Let me know if this story’s format confuses you since it’s a story about telling a story. I indent whenever I go back into my conversation in the car.
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I usually drove Courtney home from her boyfriend’s house whenever we’d all hang out. He lived 20 minutes away, she had no car, and we were practically neighbors, anyway. Vodka stained her breath while she exhaustedly reminisced about our long past. Her legs were sheathed in a pair of tight jeans crossed in the passenger seat of my Elantra. It was the point in the summer in which her pale skin was lightly tanned – I noticed so under the passing streetlights while her mouth hung slightly open, poshly waiting on me for an answer.
“Uhh, I think only [my ex] and Isobel,” I admitted.
“Oh wow. You’re practically a virgin,” she poked.
“Well, I was dating [my ex] for the entirety of high school.”
“I thought Isobel just -” Courtney pushed the inside of her cheek with her tongue to simulate a blowjob. Her shoulder-length brown hair shook along with her rippling chubby breasts that were suffocating in a slim black top.
[FM] My weekend as a Buckle Bunny. Pt. 2
Small towns. If idle hands are the devil’s playground, then a town with a significant number of latchkey kids who are home alone all summer and country kids who have a lot of free time between morning and afternoon chores must be his version of Disneyland. With decent internet speeds only in the town proper, and slow or no service in the countryside, kids keep themselves busy with activities ranging from wholesome to debaucherous. Many in the same day. Kids start exploring the town and each other early, at least in my hometown, both as a way to experience a thrill and relieve the boredom.
So, what I did with Keith the cowboy in the bathroom wasn’t necessarily out of character for me, but it was enough that I’d shocked myself. My best friend/co-worker/partner in crime Madi thought it was hilarious and agreed to tag along with me in hopes she could rope a cowboy of her own. The rest of our shift went quickly and as soon as the clock hit 7pm we were out of there.
[FM] Third date with the Tinder guy.
I’ve had plenty of fun Tinder escapades, from the girl who I gave her first orgasm to, to my first threesome, and lots of fun wild nights bar hopping with different cute guys, but this past weekend was by far my favorite Tinder experience I’ve ever had!
First, a bit about me… This is me: http://imgur.com/a/64zjO and so is this: http://imgur.com/a/CPs6h sorry I really don’t understand formatting. I have short-medium dark curly hair, super green eyes, and I’m tan with some random stupid tattoos. 21, 5’8″, 32D, 120 lbs.
I’ve been living in the city now for a couple of months. I’ve given Tinder a chance and met up with 5 or so guys since moving here, of which I slept with 2 and was pretty unfulfilled, unfortunately. I have a really hard time coming and of all my partners, only 2 had sent me over the edge and it’s been about a year since anyone got me there. So I’m a little thirsty. I was browsing Tinder on my iPad at school, when I saw that this guy L had super liked me. Whenever I get super likes it always grabs my attention, so I browsed through his pics and saw he was an awesome photographer. I dig it. He’s also fine as hell. So I swipe right back and shoot him my phone number, soon forgetting about the interaction.
[M]agic of suspended [F]eelings. Thing’s that we may be should’ve never done.
First try in writing something that may be reality or may be fantasy. I’ve marked parts that go more explicit with *****
It’ll be a longer series, I assume – so this is only the introduction. Stay tuned :)
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So I’ve entered the apartment, like so many times, but this time my heart was wiggling already on the way over there, back on the streets. Todays Constellation was different, and we both knew.. well, at least I knew.
She opened the door and her face was graced with her beautifully inviting smile, as always .. also looking a bit hazy at the same time. Leaning her body on the door, in a relaxed manner with her sloppy, hanging clothes.. like she just stood up. Knowing all that made her sleepy smile even more seductive, and my heart throbbing intensified slightly as I walked on to her and took her in my arms, gently hugging her and holding her for longer than the usual hug. I’ve felt her arms clenched around my chest and she was holding me quite tight, unusually tight for her calm and sleepy look.
Crazy, Pt.4: Further developments and growing ambitions [fF] [lactation]
For those who asked for more, I’m sorry it took so long! I’ve been busy, blah blah blah, just enjoy. If you haven’t read the openings of the story you will be missing critical details. If you have read, you may want to skim over part 3 to refresh. The links are on my user profile.
And now, part 4.
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It felt like forever since the family had fallen asleep, sexual fluids oozing over their bodies and sensitive skin going numb. Jenna woke far before Lyra and Mother would, leaving the two to sleep despite how much she wished for more.
Jenna went on to stare herself in the mirror for quite a while. Her young naked body was developing faster than she could keep track of. Her breasts now seemed about as big as Lyra’s, and still, they felt heavier every week. Lyra of course had breasts that even busty girl’s jaws would drop at, and mother was even bigger than that. Even being just 16, Jenna thought that she might surpass her mother within a year at this rate. Deep inside, she hoped they would develop even faster, and become the milkiest breasts in the world. Jenna took some measurements of her bust to compare later on in the week.
[FM] The time I helped a friend be less nervous…
This will probably be pretty short, but it’s a story I wanted to share. It involved a good friend of mine named Dan.
Dan and I have been friends since middle school. We ended up going to the same college, and we remained close throughout. Our friendship was always a platonic one, despite being so close. We’ve always been able to talk to each other about pretty much anything, and Dan and I would often ask each other for advice regarding the opposite sex.
Dan ended up breaking up with his girlfriend at the end of highschool, and somehow never ended up hooking up with anyone during his first year. By the second year, however, he had developed a crush on someone and had (with my encouragement) gotten the courage to ask her on a date.
When the day-of came, Dan started to act really nervous– more than I’d ever seen from him. He’d told me previously that this had been the longest he’d been without sex, and I could also tell that he really liked this girl. The combination of the two seemed to make him behave in a way that just seemed…off. We were hanging out at his place, and his roommates weren’t around…a thought popped into my head, and I mulled it over for a while as we talked.