Recollections of a girl I’ll call Kylie [MF][FWB][Fuckbuddies]

I first met Kylie (petite, blonde, smiley and like a catalogue model — or a cheerleader to my American friends reading) in Camden – I was helping run a monthly night we had on there, but mainly my job at this stage was to just generally be good vibes.

I was already pretty drunk that night, a good buddy at work was leaving so we’d spent a few hours in the pub. Happily for me I’m a good drunk, either through practice, physiology or mentality I’m not someone who changes personality, becomes belligerent, incoherent or any other unwanted Mr. Hyde type characteristics. I’ve had people say it took them 5 minutes or so of talking to me to realise that I was actually off my face.

Sticking my dick in Whaletail [MF] [Oral]

This part contains some uninhibited dick-ego.

So last I left off, I was in a FWB relationship with Crazy, who lived a few towns over. Crazy’s best friend was Whaletail, so called because her signature look was having her thong show above her waistband, much like Lita from the WWE in the late 1990s. She would often wear a g-string under her thong, as she considered the thong to be a fashion accessory and the g-string to be “real” underwear. Some people would call this a “trashy” look. Those people are stupid idiots. It was HOT.

Whaletail was 5’8″ blue eyed blonde with some wide hips, a big butt and D cups. She had a belly ring and liked to show off her midriff. She was much more subdued than Crazy (then again most everyone is), but she definitely fueled Crazy’s fire. She would egg her on and put bad ideas into Crazy’s head.

Personality wise, me and Whaletail had almost nothing in common. It was very difficult to hold a conversation with her when Crazy wasn’t around. Sexually though, we were extremely compatible. One day I was hanging out with Crazy during one of the “on” periods with her baby daddy (thus no fooling around on our part) and out of the blue she said

Emily Gets Her Freak On [mf][ff][road trip]

Friday afternoon my cell phone buzzed with a text. I was sitting out on the porch of my fraternity house, basking in the sun, reading some literature, wondering what kind of games Emily might have in mind for the weekend.

Last week, after giving me a loving kiss goodbye at the door at 6:30 in the morning, after the insane debauchery that had occurred with her and her two slutty friends Jane and Jasmine, Emily told me. “Don’t make plans for next weekend, okay?” Her eyes had twinkled mischeviously as she nipped at my lip. “Please?” Grinning like an idiot, I gave her ass a squeeze, and then hopped on my bicycle, waving good bye to her. Inside her house, her 9 year old son Jacob was still asleep, but it was about time to get up to start getting ready for school.

[MF] a lily in the dungeon (consensual kink, public play)

Despite being actively kinky all of her adult life, Lily — the girl from my post “[into the woods](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/69ni95/mf_into_the_woods_kink_semirough_public/)” — had never been to a BDSM club. It was time to change that.

For those of you who don’t want to read that story: Lily (not her real name) is a submissive masochist into rough play, breath play, spanking, and so on. She’s 5’4 with brown hair dyed red and long on top but shaved on the sides; she has light-brown eyes and cat-eye glasses, an adorable little septum piercing, and a smile to kill for. Oh, and a wonderfully curvy figure (she says she’s 170 pounds) with a perfectly spankable backside. She’s 27. As for me: I’m 38, six feet tall, bald (shaved), with blue eyes, glasses, and a beard. I qualify as a BHM, if that matters.

Lily has two jobs; one is as a waitress. Even though she was scheduled to [clopen](https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=clopen) Saturday night and Sunday morning, she still wanted to go, so we firmed up our plans. However, as usual, something got in the way. In this case, it was her last table at work: a large table, all of them with separate checks. But she did finally escape at 10:30 and head toward my place.

Rainy summer days [mf]

It’s a humid day as I get in my car to pick up my boyfriend. I slide into the drivers seat and back out of the driveway. We’ve been debating what to have for dinner since this morning and I let that mull over as I drive down the highway. The air conditioning doesn’t kick in till I’m halfway there and I can feel myself getting sticky.

I pull into his driveway and shoot him a text to come outside. He comes out in a black t-shirt and grey shorts… He looks good.

“Want to chill for a bit before we eat?” He says as he closes the passenger door.

I nod as I pull out of the driveway. We usually hang out at the school behind his house so I pull the car into the parking lot and park beside the building. Noone ever comes to this side of the school and we take advantage of it.

The sky starts to turn grey as I shut off the car and hop out. He follows me to a blue picnic table as we sit down and start talking. Suddenly I start to feel drops of rain on my thigh.

[Meta] Any Requests?

I’m tired of scrounging writing prompts for inspiration. So I’m taking requests if anyone is interested. I’ll post your story with a link to this post and credit to you. I’ll also reply to you here with a link of your story post. If I get a lot, I’ll do what I can. Selection is based on my whim. Here’s what I don’t write:

M/M,
Trans,
Scat, Urine,
Gore,
Bestiality

I’ll try to be open with most other stuff. Be as brief or descriptive as you like but please leave me some room for originality :)

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[MF] [Fsub/Mdom] The Day Without a Face

She woke before he did, as happens most days. She stretched, her corset adjusting itself as she moved her arms and took a deep breath. As she walked to the kitchen to prepare coffee, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She took two steps and stopped, turning just her head to look in the mirror. It was more a waddle than a step, she noted, her thighs and cunt puffed from use. Her ass was a dull read with two bright lines going diagonally across both cheeks. A stinging reminder of her failure last night. Still though, she gave herself a solid A for the night’s duties and services. Her man was blissfully sleeping after using her body to relieve his stress. Also, she learned quickly from her mistakes and knew she would not make that one again. After she put on the coffee, she went to the toy chest and took out her larger plug. She licked it to coat it with her lube and then pushed it slowly into her sore ass. Ass training was not the most comfortable thing for her, but she knew if she wanted to be a proper fuck doll, she’d need to have a very accepting little hole. Last night, her inability to keep her hole open as Sir spread her was how she got the two lashes. He helped her come so far in her training, so she knew it was her fault for the failure. If she had been better about wearing the plug, this would have never happened.

Helping out a friend [MF]

I knocked on Kimmi’s front door and waited for her to answer. I was picking her up to go to a party, but there was something else at work as well. She answered the door the door wearing a short black and white dress. After she greeted me she turned to walk down the hall and I followed. She lifted her dress just enough to show me that she wasn’t wearing panties. How did I end up here.

Kimmi and I were always flirtatious and had begun unintentionally spending more time together. We were both on the board of an organization and saw each other weekly. She would sometimes sit next to me at meetings. I would put my hand on her leg and rub occasionally. She would do the same. It was harmless.

My first trip to a sex club [Group]

I was in Denver a few years ago and had been penned up in the hotel room working remotely all day on a Friday. Browsing through Craigslist’s Casual Encounters I came across an ad asking if anyone wanted to go to the costume party at the Scarlet Ranch. A quick search showed that it was a classy sex club in town. At this time it was still located in town (it’s since moved out to Littleton). On a whim I sent a short reply from my anonymous email account telling a little about myself (42, in good shape) and offering to send a picture, jokingly adding I would only send it if she didn’t ask me to join her website. I was figuring nothing would come of it. The next day I got a reply from a woman named Kate asking for a picture. She sent me a face picture and seemed real and was not unattractive. I sent along a picture of me rock climbing without a shirt and she requested a more complete picture so I took one in the bathroom of the hotel for her. Emails went back and forth discussing what we were into and it emerged that she would do basically anything. I was welcome to fuck her anywhere I wanted as long as I used a condom for anything but oral. She was also apparently a squirter. More pictures showed up confirming she wasn’t skinny. Not fat, but chubby. It was something I’d wanted to check out, and if worst came to worst I’d walk out $100 poorer with some STD.

That time I joined the mile high club [MF]

So I was going on holidays and I have this long flight. The best thing, I thought was that the flight had wifi and I had seat on the isle. I do not like the window seat.

During the endless waiting time for boarding, I already spotted this nice girl. She was wearing some comfy clothes, you know, sweat pants and very loose sitting top. I could tell she was not wearing a bra. Anyway, I saw she was sitting there alone. I have priority on most flights, so I was with first group to board the plane.

The thought I always have, is that most of the time no one interesting will be sitting next to me. Well by now I think you guessed it. That girl was sitting next to me. I had to stand up to make her take her seat. I sat down again and started listening to some music. I could she was looking at my phone to see what I was doing. I did not really care since I wasn’t writing any texts or emails.