It’s intoxicating.
Examining conscious organisms self-inflict overdue orgasms.
Not least from the 1st-person perspective…
Yet, tonight the gallery opens.
Your corner-mouth smile telegraphs it’s on.
Oil on canvas, the medium being lithe rippled torso.
Flickering light casts shadow upon sculpture.
Crevices carved by crunches.
A simple request.
A sledgehammer blow.
Shattering the soul into shards of pure lust:
“Cum for me, stud”
The chin rises in subtle, yet confident assertion.
Adrenaline.
The artist paints in broad strokes.
Palpitation..
An urgent vista, vivid with sparkle from sweat and pre-cum.
Tremor…
The subject studies, spellbound by the work of his masterful hands.
Weaving an exquisite knot of neurosensory tension.
Edging it towards the horizon of release.
Over and over.
(and over…)
Until imminence.
“A final request” she insists.
“Where?” is the growl.
Eyes melt with coquettish intent; “Let it fly!”
“Where?” is the growl.
“All over yourself!!”
“Where?” is the growl.
“Everywhere!!!”
A breathless gasp submits to a guttural groan.
Ecstasy dissipates with violent contractions.
Carnal secretions spring forth, as he wantonly displays his release.
Ample precipitation, cascading from brow and body.
Unnngh Fuck.
But, no. Not one fuck is given.
As he lay trembling in a puddle of lust and cum.
Sated by fleeting connection;
A shuddering orgasm shared with a stranger.
A nice hotel room right there, and I’m relegated to the stairwell with him.. [MF]
So I’m kind of an oversexed chick. My husband and I go to sex clubs and do couples stuff, and I let him have a girlfriend, which turns me on. He knows I fuck around too, but he doesn’t want to know about it. Recently I went to Chicago on a work conference and knew it was a great opportunity to do some fucking around. I wore a dress that barely covered my tits, which I completely love, and went running around the city like a little slut. The first night I made out with a guy at a bar, but he wasn’t up to my standards to bring him back to my hotel. Second night, no luck either. The third night I finally found somebody on Tinder that I was into, but unfortunately my friend had come up from Ohio to spend the last night in the hotel with me. I secretly texted him all night while I was at the bar with her and when we got back to the hotel she passed out pretty quickly. I mumbled something about going out for Tylenol and went downstairs barefoot, still in my dress.
An unusual end to my Friday night [MF]
I lurk on reddit, and I’m kind of in a relationship so this is a throwaway and I have regrets about what happened. It was unusual and not at all like me, so I feel like writing about it. The alcohol content was high, so some of the details are hazy for me.
This started on Friday night at a cheesy club night in London (if you are local then you might be able to guess where I’m talking about). The kind of place where the crowd is a bit older (I’m 30) and we “ironically” sing along and wallow in nostalgia. I very rarely go clubbing now but was with 3 male friends (and one of their wives), had had quite a lot to drink and was generally having a good time. The place was busy, we were up at the front and strutting our stuff. At one point we started dancing with a group of three girls, took a selfie with them and I jokingly called them our groupies.
Gonewild stories got me overheated at work [f]
Hi everyone. I posted this story a year ago. That account is deleted. A few of you liked it, so I’m reposting it. I’m in my early 20’s, long brown hair, 32D cups, and petite.
A little while ago, it was a slow day at work so I ended up browsing gonewild stories. Great way to kill time haha. One particular story got me quite turned on.
I started to get a tingly feeling in my pussy. The more I read the story, the hornier I was getting. No one happened to be near my desk. I looked around to see if the coast was clear and it was. I needed to have an orgasm badly. I’m about to do something I’ve never done before in public.
I slowly started grinding my pussy onto the chair at my desk without realizing it at first. I kept reading it as I was grinding into the chair. It felt really good. I was a little nervous yet very excited at the same time.
I quickly looked around to see if anyone was noticing what I was doing. Nope!
Shy College Girl [BBW][MF]
I started working the neighborhood bar right out of high school. It’s a college town so we’re pretty much dead five days a week, and a madhouse on Friday and Saturday. Typical for most bars I guess, and the owner always had more of us on than he really needed to so it was easy work. (The place went under after a couple of years due to his bad management, but what the hell – we had a good time while it lasted.)
So every weekend it was the same thing: perky college students would pack the place, bright eyed and full of that optimism that they would be the ones to change the world, and I would serve them booze and watch them awkwardly flirt. I made friends with a lot of them, played wingman for a few of my buds helping them hook up, and generally rolled with the party.
But you can only play wingman for so long. This never-ending parade of young, hyper-sexualized people looking for a good time started to wear on me, and I found myself focusing less on my work and more on the incredible asses passing by the bar.
[Meta] I made a subreddit you guys might be interested in! r/gonewildaudiostories (link inside!)
/r/gonewildaudiostories
This idea came about after someone asked on an /r/askredditafterdark thread about a place for gonewildstories told in audio format, but not the same type of audio format that’s found on /r/gonewildaudio I fell in love with the concept and created this new community on a whim.
The concept is to take erotic stories, (true or fiction, I wanted to allow fantasies too!) with the permission of the story’s writer, and turn them into a sort of “audio book” format. You can do a clean reading (just read it aloud), a “dirty” reading (add naughty sound effects), or you can make it “hysterical” (masturbate while you read the story).
Currently there’s no content and it’s pretty bare-boned, but I’m excited to get this new place rolling, so if any of you are writers who have confessions you’d like to hear in audio format, please pop on over and make a request thread!
Taking the virginity of our High School’s outcast [mf] [bullying, humiliation, rescue, hurt/comfort]
I was no snob in school. Despite being beautiful, meaning I had some lucky genes, I still hung out with a rag-tag group of retards. Just nerdy, strange, people. People who didn’t exactly fit it. Mostly because a lot of them were androgynous or gay/trans, also because they played games, watched anime, the typical considered geeky stuff. So I wasn’t by any means the top of the social food chain. Though even my friends considered me out of place among them. Having come from an extremely wealthy family I dressed well, was white, female, straight teeth, great vision, couldn’t gain an ounce of fat even when I tried. Like I said not stunning but rather lucky genetically. Enough to feel like an outsider in my insecure group of dorks. Also weird enough mentally and emotionally to feel like an outsider among the preppy rich kids.
No where was right for me. Trying to fit in I held a lot of thoughts and emotions back. About life, depression, sadness, I was very angst ridden for a while.
Sweet home Chicago [MF]
He is someone I have a lot of history with, goes back to high school now in our mid twenties. He says I’m the love of his life and I know he’s mine but I won’t tell him because I am not ready. Our chemistry is amazing. I recently moved back home, Chicago. He is black, I am Hispanic and we are both good looking people ( my humble opinion and strangers lol). The other day we had date night and it was one of the most passionate nights of my life
We started the night by going to a comedy show. We drove down lakeshore which is a street next to Lake Michigan and you get a gorgeous view of the city skyline as you ride In front of it. I wore a dress, I’m small but curvy and he couldn’t keep his eyes off me. He held my hand while he drove and “accidentally ” brushed his hand between my legs raising my dress. I told him to stop and he told me ” you knew what you were doing when you put that on” he asked me if that turned me on and I lied and said no. After a really fun time at the show we went to a very nice place downtown Chicago where there is bowling, pool tables, arcade etc.
My first lesbian experience (FF)
So my husband started a new job in a new state. He landed a great job with a big company. The owners daughter of course has a well paying position in the company, but isn’t qualified for the high ranking position. After months of working there, my husband befriends her and teaches her all about the products and helped her to gain knowledge so she doesn’t look like a rich kid just working for daddy. She offers to take us to dinner as a thank you for all my husbands help. She’s in her mid 30s, thin, every athletic, and a lesbian. We walk in and she’s immediately attracted to me. She sits next to me, leaning in, laughing at my jokes and telling me I have beautiful eyes… after quite a few drinks, we are laughing and flirting. My husband is 100% on board and watches as I touch her hair, and she has her hand on my leg. After dinner, she leans in and asks if I’d like to come home with her, my heart fell, I’ve never been with a girl, but my inner hoe couldn’t have yelled yes any louder or faster! Before I knew it, we were back at her place, we kiss as we make our way into her bedroom, hands all over each other, holding her face in my hands as we make out passionately. We fall onto the bed, rolling around letting our hands explore each other. We take of our clothes and my pussy is wet, she slides her fingers inside and gently flicking my clit. I have my hands full of her perfect breast, she knew exactly how to please a woman. It’s like we were one of the same, she knew everything I liked. I go down on her, using my tongue to stimulated her clit, she moans and grabs me by the hair, directing my face where she wants it. Breathing heavily, this woman is driving me wild, I can feel my pussy swelling up with excitement, Becky is amazing, she’s in total control, telling me what she wants and how to give it to her. She knows I’ve never been with a girl, so she gave me the whole experience in such a loving and sexy as hell way…It only takes about 20 minutes for us to have an out of this world orgasm . As we lay there naked, sweaty, and out of breath she leans in and places her hand on my face, gently caressing me, my heart is racing so fast. I’ve never had any kind of connection like that. After a few minutes of cuddle time, I open my eyes to see my husband there handing me my panties. He watched the whole time, in my drunken stupor, I didn’t even realize he was there. How amazing hot, I hope to go back for round two, but this time I want my husband to join us.
The Dirty Thirty (Pics Included) [MF]
Lola almost caused my last relationship to end before it ever really began.
I met Lola on Tinder. At the time we first matched, she explained she was in a relationship with a cuckold boyfriend. Having experience with group play in the past, this was not a deterrent to me in the least. As we talked more in the days and weeks ahead, she shared photos and videos her boyfriend had taken with other men.
Around the same time I was texting with Lola, I had begun seeing a girl named Cara. We had gone on a few dates and had hit it off.
Over the course of two months, Cara and I saw each other often but never had a discussion about being monogamous. I assumed she was seeing other guys (she had even traveled to Asia to visit one during the time we were seeing each other). But apparently my thoughts on where we stood were misguided.
One night I had taken a nap and was awoken by Cara collecting her things from my room. She announced she was heading home without explanation. It seemed sudden, and I suspected there was more to the story. Minutes later I received a call from Cara, sobbing and angry.