Cold as Ice

I keep flowing the ice over his strong body, feeding off his anxious body language until there is nothing more than a cold wetness all over him.  I lift my head, bating my eyelashes as I say, “want more?” In deep, prolonged breaths of air, Shaun moans, “God yes.” “I didn’t hear you,” I smugly respond. “Please, don’t stop, I need more,” Shaun whimpers. “No, I don’t believe you,” I sneer. “Baby, please don’t leave me like this. I am in agony, release me from this anguish. I need you more of you,” Shaun begs. Becoming high off his need, arrogance seeps from me as I want to cause such chaos inside him, he starts to lose his mind.

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[MF] Getting what I want from a good wife

The curse of pregnancy is how big and beautiful her tits will become, but also too sensitive for me to really enjoy.

My wife is just about 5 months pregnant ([previous story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6gsflb/mf_making_my_wife_comfortable/)), which means she has those big amazing tits. Her normal chest is a 34D, and now those aren’t even close to fitting.

With the summer heat going, she spends most of the morning walking around in her panties, only dressing at the last possible moment. This past Sunday, as we are getting ready to leave the house, I come up behind her and lightly squeeze, while whispering in her ear how fucking sexy she is.

She giggles and tries to get away, but one hand is already going down her big belly, into her panties. Because she can’t really see past her stomach too well, she’s grown a nice little bush. My fingers play run through her hair, before going further. The tip of my middle finger just separates her lips, and she’s wet. Something about being pregnant makes her amazing wet at the smallest things.

Her hands brace against the dresser, and she starts breathing heavy as I slide my finger into her, with my other hand lightly playing with her nipple.

[F]ucking my favorite bartender

There’s this bar in my neighborhood that I like either starting or ending my night at. It’s not a dive or really high class — it’s just a cool bar with really awesome bartenders. I’ve become pretty friendly with some of the regulars and bartenders, and while it’s one of my favorite places for a convenient hookup, I usually keep it “professional” with the bartenders and the guys I see there all the time.

And I think we can tell where this is going.

Dean is my favorite bartender. 6’2, handsome, scruffy beard, tatted up from head to toe. He’s 29 and in an on-again, off-again relationship with a girl named Bethany. She loves a rugged guy as much as I do, obviously, but she hates a bartender’s hours/lifestyle.

Anyway, it was 9ish on a Thursday. Dean had been feeding me high-octane vodka sodas for the past 2 hours. He asked if I wanted to check out with him since he was getting off soon. I said yes, and of course, the bill was about half of what it should be. Then he asked me if I was done for the night or if I wanted to have a drink with him at a bar down the street. This was not unusual — I’ve hung out with the bartenders before, but usually as a group. Again I said yes. The drinking continued.

[MT] Some kinky cum swapping & frozen loads w/my college trans-girlfriend Meg. [kink]

You guys gave me such good feedback on my first post, so I thought I’d post one more. It’s a bit kinkier than last time, but what the hell.

So I dated a transwoman in college named Meg, and as I mentioned in the last story, and our first time doing anything sexual together, we 69’d, came in each other’s mouths, and cum swapped our loads.

We quickly got pretty nasty, trying basically everything there was to do. We took turns fucking each other, giving each other handjobs in a public park, blowjobs in a public bathroom, and because neither of us are that big, we started using butt plugs sometimes. Whenever I think back to it, it’s a little surprising to me how quickly I went from 0 to 100. I had only had one sexual encounter with a cisgirl – just vanilla PIV, and now here I was, basically sucking the cum out of Meg’s dick every time we fooled around. We actually both came in each other’s mouths almost every time we messed around. Maybe because it was such a special part of our first time together, we both grew sort of addicted to it.

Sexy Long Distance [MF] [NSFW]

My guy and I have been in and out of long distance and although this is just a story he wrote for me, it’s not too far off from our reality. I hope you enjoy!

The warm sun filters through the curtains on the window. It is a beautiful Saturday morning, and I wake up next to you. Your face is perfect, you haven’t woken up yet and you are snoring lightly. I feel torn as to whether or not I want to wake you because you look so peaceful lying there.

I decide to wake you up, but not by whispering good morning into your ear, but by taking my hand and placing it between your legs. You moan a little in your sleep, and I know I have found the right spot.

I begin lazily rubbing your clit, your face changing as I do so into one of sleep into one of pleasure. Even with this facial change I know you are still asleep, and I get a little more bold. Now I move my whole body, bringing myself under the sheets and placing my face in a prime position to eat you out.

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The Spa Weekend – [FF] Toy time.

I woke up to a dark room and the sound of singing coming from the bathroom. A smile still on my face, I slid my naked body across the crisp cool white sheets heading straight for the shower and the gorgeous woman singing.

Gliding the curtain back on the rod, our eyes meet and smiles stretched across both of our faces. She says, “Join me.” We wash each other thoroughly, soapy hands traveling all over each other’s bodies. Our lips meeting for kisses every now and then, just letting the moment and the hot water wash over us completely.

Not much is hotter to me than a wet, slick body – the water helps exemplify every curve and undulation of the figure. Completely turned on and ready to explore again, we both agreed to grab a toy or two from our bags. I grabbed a clit suction toy and a vibrator. She grabbed just a magic wand. We both faced each other excited and ready to explore.

Laughing and giggling like school girls, only wrapped in the tiny white resort towels that pulled against our full tits. We walked over to the king size bed, gave each other looks that said who is going first.

[FM] Till Next Time

I ran his doorbell, rested my face on the white round handle waiting, I was feeling a bit of melancholy as this would be the last meet for a while, but crashed the building door into a stranger. Oops.

He pops out of his place half naked, a big infectious smile on his face.

We chitchat for a while, complain about stress while I enjoy his eyes hungry on me.

I step closer with a dirty smile. He holds my chin high, and stares at me, smiling. I stare back with a submissive sincerity, but it’d be too much, I want a kiss. His fingers lock me down with a light grip. I tip my toes and barely peck his lips, whimpering. He pulls my face in, gives a devouring kiss or two, not enough.

He is already hard. *I want that in me*. I start grabbing and rubbing myself on him. “Hmm? What do you want?” I let out a small moan. “I want your cock… I want you to fuck me”. “I will…” he smirks, but not yet.”

[M]y petite MILF [F]orever. [Cheating] [pics]

A couple years ago I posted an ad online with my phone number a couple days before Valentine’s day looking for a FWB. Around midnight on Feb 13, I got a text from a woman saying she has been told she’s a vixen along with a face and clothed body pic. We started texting and agreed to meet the next afternoon at a local diner. She told me she had a boyfriend but that it was probably going to end soon as he had cheated on her.

Within 5 minutes of sitting down for coffee we decided we were ready to go, I left more cash than necessary at the table and we just walked out. I had looked up nearby hotels the night before in case this happened so I had her follow my car to the hotel a mile away. We checked in, and when we got to the room it was on!

Me: https://imgur.com/79EVL9P

Her Doppelganger: http://www.milfsgalls.com/allover30/e37866/12.jpg

She was about 4’11, 100 pounds or so, tanned skin (as in she tans too much), she was in her late 40s, but the body of a 20 year old, albeit with a few more wrinkles and stretch marks, a cute tight face, and longer brown and blonde streaked hair. Like you’d expect on a girl that likes to go out and have a good time/party.

[MF] [forced] punish me – ms. carter

Rough sex. Public sex. Forced sex. I experienced all three a week ago. I can’t remember the last time I orgasmed so much to the point where I didn’t know if I was covered in my cum, his cum, or both.

He pushes the button to the 30th floor. As soon as the elevator doors close he grips my blouse and pins me up against the wall. My body trembles as he puts his hands all over me. He forcefully presses his lips against mine. I feel him lick my lower lips seeking an entrance. His tongue slips inside of my mouth. He kisses me once, twice, three times and I realize it’s not enough. It’s as if he’s breathing into my lungs.

<15th floor>

I knot my fists in his shirt pulling him closer against me. I kiss him harder and deeper with an urge that I’ve never felt before. He traces his tongue onto my lips, teeth, and tongue. He bites my lip and I gasp. I try and push him away but he grabs my wrists and pins them by my sides. I can’t move. His grip is too strong. His entire mouth continues to consume mine. This feeling of helplessness turns me on even more.