[ *takes place in a somewhat-battered Victorian-style hotel long after the Victorians have gone out of style. The woman speaking can be understood in a drawn-out transatlantic accent where each syllable is more familiar as a landscape unto itself rather than an individual part of a word. In her room it is possible to the point of probable that somewhere on a faux-silver tray is an abandoned cup of tea, a vial of expensive honey, and a polished brass spoon so small it could almost be useless.The top to the vial (whether it was a cork, a stopper, or a twist-on cap) is inexplicably missing ]*
[MF] Hearing her tell it was almost just as good
One afternoon, shortly after the birth of our kid, my wife had a friend over to see the baby. They were having a glass of wine in the kitchen while I was doing some work outside. The window was open, but the conversation caught my attention.
“Have you had sex yet?”
“No, I have to wait one more week. I feel so bad for PIERCINGS. The other day he walked into the room as I was finishing breast feeding, and it’s been so long since we had sex, that he started to get hard from just seeing my tit hanging out.”
I started to remember this day, and couldn’t believe she was telling the story to her friend. Listening in on it was hot, and I started to get hard myself, standing outside the window.
“A little later, while the baby was napping, I pulled him into the bedroom and took my shirt off. My nipples are still so fucking sensitive that he couldn’t touch them, which seemed to turn him on more. When I pulled his shorts down, he was rock hard. I just started jerking him, while talking to him about it. At the end, I let him cum all over my tits. It was pretty damn hot.”
[FM] lunchtime shag
I don’t know why but today I woke up particularly horny. When I woke up my fingers were already buried between my pussy lips and it felt natural and wonderful to rub my clit to orgasm before I even opened my eyes.
After a shower I still had the urge for fun but had to go to work. I decided I would wear a bullet vibrator in all day. [This](http://i.imgur.com/V3nuxQv.jpg) is me putting it in. Wearing a short dress without knickers was going to be fun too. I know with this dress I can flash my bare pussy when I bend over or are seated. This gets me quite hot on the train.
Unfortunately there wasn’t anybody suitable to flash this morning on the train, but the subtle vibrations was gently working my vagina almost to the edge and I could feel myself getting quite moist. When the train pulled into the station, luckily the end of the line, I got up to get off. I immediately felt the vibrator slip down inside me. I quickly clasped my legs together to stop it from falling straight out onto the floor and sat down again sharp.
Fucking a stranger from the hotel bar [MF]
A conversation I had with a female I know regarding sex with a stranger as she sits at a hotel bar.
F: Some sexy stranger comes over and buys me a drink, then after awhile he starts rubbing his hand up my thigh.
M: No panties, he sits on your left so you slightly open your left thigh allowing him to run his strong hand up a little higher.
F: He moves his hand to my bald pussy and can feel how wet I am without even putting a finger inside me.
M: Slowly running his middle finder from the bottom to the top of her grooling slit leaving his finger dripping. He pulls his hand away and sucks the waste of you off his finger. He pays the bartender and lays his room key down next to you on the bar. He stands up with his hard c ok pressing against his pants. As he stands up he leans in toward you and whispers in your ear…….
M: “I can’t wait to feel your lips wrapped around me.”
Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 11 – The End [Str8, MF, inc]
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PART ELEVEN
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Julie scrutinized my body as the buttons at the bottom of my shirt opened to reveal the flesh beneath. When the last button was undone, I slinked out of it and tossed it at her. I didn’t just *toss* it to her, I *threw* it at her. She snatched it out of the air but kept her eyes focused on me. There was a tangible shift in the balance of power between us and we both knew that it favored the younger sibling – me.
“You said that sex could be an excellent motivator.”
“I believe I said it was a *powerful* motivator,” Julie quipped.
“It’s all the same. You’ve proven your point,” I replied. “Now that I believe you on the matter, I think it’s time I put it into practice myself.”
Before Julie could contemplate the assertion and reconcile it internally, I posed a very simple question for her.
“Do you love me?”
It was a no-brainer and she answered quickly.
“Yes, of course I do,” she admitted.
“No,” I retorted. “Do you *really* love me? Would you do anything and everything for me without hesitation?”
**UPDATE** [MFM] (23F) My new kinkfriend (26M) is officially locked in chastity now, and I am his keyholder!
[Previous Post] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ny55m/mfm_23f_my_new_kinkfriend_26m_is_officially/)
Back again with an update about Nerdvert, FWB, and I!
So since my last post, I’ve “played” keyholder for Nerdvert several times. The first week I went over to their apartment two more nights after the first from my last update, for my regular fuckfest with my hung FWB. But I made sure to go over early and did a bit of a repeat of our first keyholding. I lock the chastity cage onto Nerdvert for the evening, FWB and I go to his room and fuck like rabbits, and then I clean up and go back in and sit on Nerdvert’s lap to watch a movie together! I always whisper in his ear here and there during the movie to keep him worked up… not that I really need to. Poor guy seems to stay worked up as hell just by me sitting on his lap in my undies or lingerie lol. But I tease him a bit, said stuff like how I think Ryan Reynolds is so hot and I bet he has a huge cock… then I asked Nerdvert how frustrating it must be knowing guys with big dicks get to fuck all the hot girls over and over while he never gets to fuck ANY of them.
Pushing Her Limits [Hotwife] [MC] – Part 2
Here’s part two of this. Again… this thread is completely open to suggestions as I’m still bonking this thing out. Anything on your mind to happen to Susan?
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“You’re not seriously taking me in here, are you?” Susan exclaims at the sight of the building we just pulled into the parking lot for.
“Yep, it’s couples night and there’ll be entertainment for men AND women there!”
“Male and female strippers, eh? In the same titty bar? Interesting.”
“Let’s go, you’re gonna have a great time.”
We get in the club and head to the bar, Susan is standing next to me, surveying the stages where the dancers are doing their thing. There are 5 stages that have women dancing and one that has a single man dancing there. The place is pretty full, even more full than the last bar we were at. The noise level is almost deafening, between the hoots and hollering over the dancers and the music, it’s no wonder that anyone can exchange words between them. I grab our drinks and we head over to a single open table, halfway between one of the male dancer’s stage and a female’s stage.
[FM] Hot Hotel Sex
[Some brief introductory information: E and I are in our early 20s. I’m a bigger girl with a 40G chest and hips that are perfect for holding during doggie. He’s thin with a *perfect* 5-6 in, thick veiny cock. We went away to a hotel for our one year anniversary this past weekend, where the following took place.]
After we climb out of the hot tub, I go into the bathroom to get ready. I put on your favorite pink lacy teddy and my new black lace underwear. I let my hair out of its ubiquitous ponytail and shake it out around my shoulders. Swiping on a bit of mascara, I walk back out into the hotel room where you’re lounging on the bed.
Shyly, I walk toward the bed. “Hey, babe,” I say, softly. You look up from the TV and I see your eyes bug out of your head.
“Whatcha doin’?” you ask. I smile and sashay over to the bed.
“Just thought you might want to see my new underwear,” I say, twirling to give you the full view. You run a hand over my ass and disappear to the bathroom. While you’re gone, I lie down on my stomach and make sure my panties are in full view.
Just a glimpse.. (test story: maybe part one? Opinions welcome)
(m/f, peeping, sneak)
One day after the usual bar trip with my buddy I left a little earlier than usually after only a couple beers, well just so happens my friend was my ride so I decided I’d take a nap in the car while I wait for him to drive me home. I set out on the walk to the car scaling the sidewalk looking at the city scenery finally found the car parked outside an older looking appartment building climbed in the car leaning the seat back when I caught a light out of the corner of my eye so like anyone I looked toward that direction, one open window the light had just turned on in the room & that’s when I saw her, beautiful brunette with the most perfect curves you’d ever seen. Standing with her back to the window for the moment she slipped her shirt down her shoulder slowly. At this point no matter what I couldn’t take my eyes off her & her skin glowing perfectly in the light of her room. I hadn’t even notice I could hear the faint sounds of music it’s then when I realized she was almost swaying, the lower her shirt dipped the more her hips would move as if she knew I was watching her movements slow & agonizing to the growing tightness against my jeans. I watched her let her hair down before dropping the top to the floor. All I could think that soon this show would be over, it felt wrong but I couldn’t control myself as I slowly ran my hands over the throbbing bulge in my jeans letting out a pleasure filled sigh I worked the button & pulled down my zipper, I look back up to find her facing the window, grabbing and squeezing at her perfect breasts, at this point I was sure she knew but that never stopped me from letting my hand investigate my length eagerly. It was then when she reached with her free hand & just for a moment rubbed between her thick thighs. Just as quickly as she started she snapped the blinds shut, but not before I released myself into my now shaky hand.
His pet, an abduction story
She woke up bound. Vague memories of the night before slushed around her brain. The bar, a man, some great fucking sex. She definitely didn’t let him tie her up, though. That shit was reserved for, like, the tenth date. The walls in front of her were solid concrete, gray and stained. The floor was the same. She could feel the circulation of air, almost infuriating pleasant, on her cunt. Legs wrenched apart by rope, knees aching from kneeling on the hard floor, her back arched as he arms were bent, hands pulled up bound behind her. Her heartbeat thumped hard i chest, leaving a lump in her throat,
“Help! Somebody!”
Footsteps. Heavy and measured. Her head was yanked back, his hand grasping her hair solidly. Their eyes meet, but she had recognized him instantly.
“Good morning, pet,” he tapped her cheek, smirking.
“Ted, she remembered. The man from the night before. “What the fuck. W-why, Ted. We, I thought we had a good time. ”
“You don’t call me Ted anymore. I’ll let this one go, but from now on you can stick to sir. Sir or…. Master. ” He smiled. “I like that one. Master. ”