collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
I’ve been doing a little thinking, since I’ve gotten my own releases back on track. I think there’s a big difference between a book actually being erotica, and a book just having sex scenes in it. And for me, the difference is whether the sex contributes to the plot. If you could take those sex scenes out, but you wouldn’t lose anything, then it probably fits into another genre.
What are your thoughts on the subject?
In the summer of 2015, I was living in New York City with two of my close friends. We all had internships, and we were living our best lives. I was 18 and had lost my virginity only a few months before; I was determined to explore the world of sex. So, I downloaded Tinder. I matched with many, but one caught my eye… we’ll call him Chad.
He wrote: “hey little foxy lady”
I wrote back: “hi slightly large foxy man”
I guess it made him chuckle, because our conversation continued. Our first date consisted of us exploring downtown and him apologizing profusely for his drunkenness. He had short blonde hair with soft curls and suspicious blue eyes. He was a few years older than me, and he worked on Wall Street.
I’ve been with my girlfriend for a year and a half. Both in our early 20s. She’s short and petite brunette with perky boobs and a phenomenal ass. This story happened during a skiing trip.
We find ourselves in an empty, secluded but very public hot tub at the hotel. We had spent the evening drinking and engaged in various sexual activities. As the night wore on we decided to migrate to the outdoor hot tub. Michelle wore a tiny little thong bikini bottom that was pulled up so the entirety of her ass cheeks were exposed and all the was visible from the back was a strip of fabric maybe an inch and a half wide and a small little triangle disappearing between her cheeks. She had a phenomenal ass and she knew it, putting it on display for the hotel guests as we scurried through the lobby.
This happened a few years ago. A FWB pinged me one afternoon seeing what I was up to that evening and I told her to come over. I was single at the time but had just started sleeping with another girl that was starting to get serious so I figured I’d have one last fling with this chick as she was super kinky. Not the kind of girl to settle down with, but we’d had a lot of fun (other stories). She was a few years younger than me, a hippy type with a tight body – but she did keep herself well groomed and clean. The hippy side was more her attitude in life. It should also be said she was something of a nympho, and I’ve found out since that she struggled with sex addiction.
This night, she came over and I was waiting in bed for her. She came in and we talked and cuddled in bed for a while. She seemed a little tired but eventually I got her revved up with enough kissing and light touching and started getting a little more assertive, moving on top of her. She is quite submissive and I am dominant so we fell into our roles easily.
Long time lurker, feeling obligated to contribute some of my own– this is my first attempt (with a side account of course.) This happened 2 weeks ago with my current boyfriend of 9 months, let’s call him Zachary.
Now every month when I ovulate, I get incredibly, unbelievably, uncontrollably horny. On that day, I had a half day of school, but throughout class all I could think about was fantasies of his hot cock pounding into my pussy, his fingers ramming up and messing me up, or me sucking his throbbing hard-on like the slut I was. I was listening to a Law lecture but my thighs were restlessly crossing and uncrossing in hope of relief. I send a desperate text to him:
“Hey are you free to come over to after school?” I need…help.”
He replies shortly, “In the normal sense or the ;) sense?”
“In every ;) sense you can imagine.”
“Sure, see you. Just text me when.”
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**The Good Stuff**
This is a follow-up to my previous story about Cassi: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5ziyy8/wager_with_a_coworker_fmcheating/
Any hope of mature restraint was long gone. Political staffers are a crowd of professionals hopelessly fond of sleeping with coworkers. Now that Cassi had cheated on a popular elected up and comer with me I could not keep her off my mind. That kind of gratification is dangerously addictive. At that time Cassi wasn’t thoroughly invested in monogamy, but she was still frustrated she had put herself in an awkward position socially and professionally. I think she was also frustrated that the sex had been good and our volatile chemistry was definitely still a thing. I was trying to play it cool and not stoke the flames, but I really couldn’t help myself.
My attempts at communication with her resulted in a lot of harsh monosyllabic words and I only got past that when directly required by work. Being a hopeless smitten fool, I doubled down on work to get more time with her. I had mostly negative results and I became sloppy and obvious that I was trying to get as much time around her as I could. This was bad news as I attracted the attention of Andrea. Cassi was trouble, but only because she radiated sex and was completely comfortable using that to her advantage. I guess more correctly Cassi wasn’t trouble but she was routinely in trouble. Andrea was trouble. She was a pretty blonde, not a knockout, but she did have a sexy kick boxer’s body.
*First, a few disclaimers. There is no actual sex in this story, but it’s still one of the hottest memories I have. Also, this involves me and a married guy, so if you’re against cheating and homewrecking sluts, then you should probably not read this. I’m sure I’m still going to get a lot of “homewrecker” comments, but at least I warned you :)*
I used to work in a 24-hour call center and worked the swing shift usually finishing my shift around midnight. Most of the people that worked there were pretty young; early to mid-twenties, and it was a very incestuous atmosphere. It seemed like everybody had hooked up with everybody in that office. Admittedly, I did hook up with a few guys my first year there, but I didn’t want to be part of that crowd anymore and I started to hang out with the slightly older folks. Among them, was Thomas; a 42 year old white guy that was smart, funny, but oddly shy. He was handsome but not in a very obvious way. He was charming without knowing it and always polite to everyone.
People seemed to enjoy Tom and I’s story of the first night at Coachella last year and how much fun we had. So, this is what happened the next day. I have a few more updates about that weekend to post in the next couple days so hold tight!
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So, we woke up with the sun because it was just so bright, Tom had setup a like over tarp for our tent so we didn’t get direct sunlight. As we were waking up we could hear the sorority girls next to us who had a pretty simple Target popup tent with no shade cover, and they were complaining about how hot it was in their tent as they were waking up. It was warm in ours, but I couldn’t imagine how hot it would be in direct sun.
I was really glad I drank a bunch of water the night before because I wasn’t feeling dried out and crappy, and we’d taken some 5-HTP and Magnesium so I actually wasn’t hurting from rolling so hard all day yesterday, which was pretty awesome. Tom was still passed out face down with his bare butt pointing at the top of the tent. I gave it a little spank, but he was out cold.
The Shed (not a true story)
It all started when I came home from school early. My parents were away for the weekend. As I opened the door quietly, I heard a strange slapping noise coming from the living room. I walked in amd came across my older brother (19) masturbating to porn with the volume off. Before I go any further, my brother brother was arrested for rape a couple years ago so i’ve always been kind of careful around him. When he saw me, he hurriedly shut of the TV with a blush on his face. He walked over and dragged me by my hair to the couch. I should probably describe us at this point. I’m 14 but short for my age, which puts me at about 5’3” with blonde hair. I was wearingshort spandex shorts, a grey t-shirt, tall socks, and Converse. My brother is big for his age and wears sweatpants and a t shirt. From reading his case file, i had learned that my brother was incredibly dominant, so I was terrified. He dragged me out to the shed in the backyard. Once we were inside, he pinned me up against a wall and kissed me. The movement was so unexpected that it took me a minute to come to my senses and try to push him away. He grabbed my wrists and tied me up. At this point i was screaming loudly, so he duct taped my mouth. He untied and tied me spread eagled on the work bench and took out a large knife. He leered down as he loomed over me. As I struggled against the rope, he gently pushed the knife against my belly button. He cut my shirt open, exposing my pale stomach and black lace bralette. He licked his lips and cut the rest of my shirt off. He slowly unbuttoned my shorts with a smile, exposing my pink panties. I writhed in an effort to close my legs, but it was no use. Once my shorts were off, he cut off my bralette, exposing my small breasts. As I tried to scream through the tape, he pulled off my panties. He smiled again and pulled out his cock. Despite being a virgin, i felt myself grow wet at the sight of his big shaft. He ripped off the tape, but before I could scream, he shoved it in my mouth. It felt like my jaw would split in two. He thrust in and out while massaging my breasts. After a while he took it out and laid it on my chest, then pushed my breasts together and began to titfuck me. As he slid back and forth, he rubbed my clit softly, causing me to moan despite myself. He grew bored of my boobs and slid himself around so he was fully on top of me. As he lowered his cock into my mouth, he bent down to lick between my legs. As his tongue brushed my hymen, i thought i was going to die. He noriced my reaction and licked harder. Eventually he pulled out and stood up. I knew what was coming and tried to close my legs. Hr untied them and held apart my legs by my shoes. After positioning his cock at my hole, he thrust forward. The pain was so intense and I thought I felt my hymen tear apart. He lowered a forearm amd began to choke me as he thrust. His other hand drifted down to my asshole. Ass he stuck andinger in, I came all over his dick with a moan. He pulled out and jammed his fat shaft into my tight little asshole. As he penetrated me, I felt my crotch tighten with another orgasm. He pulled out and shot his load all over my face. —
Context: This happened a few years ago. Me and, let’s call her Tina, have been best friends since our sophmore year of high school. We even dated for a bit, but she ended up dumping me because she “thought of me as a brother”. That stung at the time, but now it’s pretty accurate. She’s one of those girls that hangs out with the guys. She has a bubbly, but no bullshit personality. If she has a problem with you she’ll tell you. At the time she had shoulder length blonde hair. Decent butt, with a pair of 38D tits that were to die for.
It was January of 2015. I had just been dumped by a girl who pretty much only wanted me for sex. I was having a rough week so I decided to text Tina, the person who I came to with all of my relationship woes. That’s the kinda of friendship I have with her. We tell each other pretty much everything.