At the concert (m/f)

Each time she brushed against him he grew less restrained. The less restrained he grew, the more often she brushed against him. He took the first purposeful slide of her hips against his as an accident. Loud music drowned out thought in the small club. Everyone pressed together in a brick box with speakers, a soundboard and nowhere for the heat from the lights and from their bodies to go. She danced through the crowd with her arms in air as though everyone else were there simply for her to swim through.

He’d lost count of how many times she slid her ass across the front of his jeans when she passed him. Once, he ventured the back of his hand against the small of her back. The next he put the palm of his hand across her hip. She lingered, his hand against her body and the heart in his throat throbbed faster. He curled his fingers around her, gripping her waist softly. So softly. The jolt of sudden intimacy shot through him out of this subtle, slight caress. Then the subdued panic of overstepping his bounds and having misinterpreted everything. She turned her head slowly and as she moved to look at him the sense of gamble almost overtook him. Her smile had gravity though, and he felt himself pulled toward her as she danced away again. The next time she danced toward him he slid both his palms against her ass. She leaned back into him and his hard on stiffened. Read more »

At the concert (m/f)

Each time she brushed against him he grew less restrained. The less restrained he grew, the more often she brushed against him. He took the first purposeful slide of her hips against his as an accident. Loud music drowned out thought in the small club. Everyone pressed together in a brick box with speakers, a soundboard and nowhere for the heat from the lights and from their bodies to go. She danced through the crowd with her arms in air as though everyone else were there simply for her to swim through.

He’d lost count of how many times she slid her ass across the front of his jeans when she passed him. Once, he ventured the back of his hand against the small of her back. The next he put the palm of his hand across her hip. She lingered, his hand against her body and the heart in his throat throbbed faster. He curled his fingers around her, gripping her waist softly. So softly. The jolt of sudden intimacy shot through him out of this subtle, slight caress. Then the subdued panic of overstepping his bounds and having misinterpreted everything. She turned her head slowly and as she moved to look at him the sense of gamble almost overtook him. Her smile had gravity though, and he felt himself pulled toward her as she danced away again. The next time she danced toward him he slid both his palms against her ass. She leaned back into him and his hard on stiffened. Read more »

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At the museum (m/f)

She was full of questions and eye contact. He told her of the history of another and another painting as she listened with an approximation of attention. If she’d asked him to repeat what he’d just said he couldn’t have obliged her. He was aware that he was speaking a familiar speech that he’d given to tour groups of grandmothers and art students before her but he couldn’t say at what point in the speech he was. He could draw her deep blue eyes from memory though. He knew the brushstrokes that would paint her hair.

At the end of each speech at each painting she riddled him with questions. Had this artist been influenced by a certain other artist? From whose collection did the museum receive it? Had it been offered or was it pursued? How many times had they asked? She knew the answers. He felt her study his reactions at each question mark. He felt her undressing him with her eyes from his knowledge downward.

“What is your least popular exhibit?” she asked, her gaze penetrating him as he welcomed more.

“The furniture on the lower level.”

She stepped forward. “Why isn’t it popular?” Read more »

At the museum (m/f)

She was full of questions and eye contact. He told her of the history of another and another painting as she listened with an approximation of attention. If she’d asked him to repeat what he’d just said he couldn’t have obliged her. He was aware that he was speaking a familiar speech that he’d given to tour groups of grandmothers and art students before her but he couldn’t say at what point in the speech he was. He could draw her deep blue eyes from memory though. He knew the brushstrokes that would paint her hair.

At the end of each speech at each painting she riddled him with questions. Had this artist been influenced by a certain other artist? From whose collection did the museum receive it? Had it been offered or was it pursued? How many times had they asked? She knew the answers. He felt her study his reactions at each question mark. He felt her undressing him with her eyes from his knowledge downward.

“What is your least popular exhibit?” she asked, her gaze penetrating him as he welcomed more.

“The furniture on the lower level.”

She stepped forward. “Why isn’t it popular?” Read more »

[FM] Bar Dancing Craziness

This sub is pretty awesome! Just wanted to share a bit about trying to gather some pictures for reddit with my FWB the other night before all the shenanigans.

We wanted to do risky outdoors photos to upload and ended up pushing the limits a tab bit near crazy and a few guys I couldn’t help flash on the way around downtown ended up wanting to join us bar hopping. Ended up at 3am in a Japanese bar stripping on the stage for free beer for us and two groups at the next tables to my left and right that we met there.

Got so rowdy that I decided to leave the clothes off was so freaken fun. As a thank you for the being the impromptu photographer I gave him a nice blowjob once in the bar washroom and again on the way home in some back alley… Reddit you bring out the best in me lol!!!

http://imgur.com/a/HayUQ just a few pics without the other girls

[MF] [Exhibition] Teasing the “back-up” in the back of Mom’s car.

Kari and Allen had spent the night at one of those NYE lock-ins at a local skate rink. When we originally went there were just three of us in Kari’s mother’s car (Kari, Allen, Sarah). However, we met another couple there (Doug, Meghan) and they needed a ride home. When they let us out in the morning we asked her mom to give them a ride home. This meant that 2 of the girls had to ride on the laps of their SO’s.

Kari had worn a sexy little skater skirt that night. It was just above knee length. She’d worn a satin yellow thong, a matching yellow bra and tight white mock turtle neck. It wasn’t by accident that in the black lights of the evening he bra was visible all night and whenever the fans caught her skirt just right you could see a flash of her thong.

Allen wore a cut off shirt and his favorite pair of Levi 501’s. He wore a yellow bandanna to keep the sweat off his brow and match with Kari. He was in great shape and loved having the girls check him out. It kept Kari jealously clinging to his muscular arms for the night. Read more »

Turning the tables on [M]y Dom Wi[F]e Lucy (Part 1)

I’m back again with another update for you guys about my wife Lucy. For those of you who haven’t read my [Last Stories]( https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6hsysf/my_wife_caught_me_watching_porn/), long story short is that after years of vanilla sex my wife has found her sexual awaking by using me as her personal sex slave. But after our last session Lucy challenged me to take control and surprise her. Read more »

Worshiping at the Altar [MF] [Long]

I wonder if I can actually do this…This will probably be a little funny, a little sexy, and who knows what else… I have been lurking forever, and finally decided to try and put this down as best I remember it. Please forgive any editing woes as this is my first time. All names have been changed for anonymity.

It was about 13 years ago. I was 21, working at a restaurant as a server/bartender at a relatively nice steak house. I was fresh out of a bad relationship and about to move to another state, so I had recently started flirting more openly with the girls I worked with. Normally, I wouldn’t shit where I eat, but I had nothing to lose at this point. First there was the hostess Candace, the 18 year old younger sister of my best friend’s girlfriend Taylor. She was short, maybe 5’3”, had long dirty blonde hair, and plump b-cups. We had a few make-out sessions, but nothing ever really transpired. Then one fateful Sunday I was working the lunch shift behind the bar. Read more »

It’s a Man’s World? [MF][AltReal][Reluc]

[Hello all, here’s a story I’ve been toying around with, ten pages or so. This is all I have so far, but I thought you might enjoy it. It is *kind of* a FemDom story, but not in the way you might be thinking. It’s a “what if?” kind of concept, a sexier Twilight Zone, if you will. Feel free to comment.]

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**It’s a Man’s World?**

Bethany Ambrose, Beth to her friends, was nervous about her interview. It was her first major opportunity outside of college, a real job possibility rather than an internship or a training program that *might* lead to a job. Brannon Industries was one of those indeterminate mega-corporations, they did a little bit of everything, and did very well on the stock market. As she entered the corporate center, one of half-a-dozen such buildings across the US, she adjusted her jacket and skirt and stepped up to the security desk.

“I’m here for a ten AM interview,” she said, trying to sound confident. The security guard looked her up and down from behind his desk. Read more »

[Fm] English Class

First Post, Like that sh*t.

Johnny was in the 11th grade, still only 17, he was a little unsure of himself in plenty different ways. He had always been an alright student, taking care to stay out of any real trouble, and keep his grades passing. His friends were constantly on his mind, and when he wasn’t at school, he was hanging around with them, playing card games, or being a troubled pot smoker. But he didn’t let this get in the way of his care for life. He smoked pot because it was something for him to do that was both with his friends, and “Against the system”, though he wasn’t really even concerned with anarchy. He just liked to relax and feel the warm smoke fill his lungs.

Johnny was a typical high school boy, but he felt he had to hide something from all of his friends, and peers. He was afraid that this secret would have him ostracized from them. So he kept it between him and the woman he shared it with. Read more »