What are friends for? part 1 of ? [no sex]

I enjoy reading a lot of the stories on here and have a lot of fantasies of my own. I figured it’s about time I try writing. I’ll start off with a more tame fantasy. Feedback is welcomed.
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I found the love of my life in college. We married soon after graduating, which was around the same time most of our friends also tied the knot and started their lives together. In the span of 5 years there were more engagement and wedding announcements than we could keep up with. Soon after there were slightly less baby announcements.

The couple that my wife and I always went on double dates with and generally hung out with during college ended up getting married shortly after us. Mia and Rob were fun people that my wife and I both liked. We got along so well that we were all in each others wedding. After marriage our friendship only grew. We had dinner parties and backyard BBQs and even went vacationing together.

[MFF] An unexpected night with best friends

So this is my first time writing on GWS. English is not my first language, as you can see. Any feedback would be appreciated. Something about me: 26M, I used to have a thinner body, now I am more athletic and a 5,5 inch cock. Not impressive, but in time I managed to know how to use it for the common benefit.

This story happened 8 years ago, I still remember it and I regret not taking it to the next level. Background: in high-school I was a geeky bookworm, I wasn’t going out so much and I hadn’t have a girlfriend until I was 18 (not so much action there, either). In high school I had two very good friends who were girls. Let’s call them Genie and Joan.

The night B showed me his playfully dominant side… Part 1 [MF]

You can find descriptions here… https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5u8z8p/abcs_of_my_sex_life_mf/

But basically… he’s tall. He’s got dark hair and green eyes. He’s sweet and insightful, sensitive… and sexy as hell. He always comments on my wild auburn hair and nice ass. ;)

B and I had just had a long talk about what we were to each other. We had agreed that we were cuddly friends who occasionally had sex. We were a little tipsy, it was late, I thought we might both just fall asleep… Then we kissed.

B gestured to my plaid pyjama bottoms. “Not sure I’m loving this outfit.”

“We were having a talk about defining this… I wanted to play it safe.”

“Want to put on something less safe?”

“What did you have in mind?”

So I started trying on lingerie. He stood against the wall of my bedroom in his boxers. I could see the outline of his hard cock from across the room. He could tell I wanted it. Badly. He took his time deciding what he wanted to see me in. He settled on something feminine and delicate — a pale pink baby doll slit up the front. Not what I was expecting.

[MFM] With my boyfriend’s best friend??

My boyfriend [19M] and I[20F] have been dating for about a year and a half. When we first met, we started off as FWB, because we both were not in a great place for a relationship, but had undeniable chemistry.

A few months ago, we were talking about fantasies, when I brought up one of mine is having a threesome..but a MFM threesome. He was not opposed to the idea (he really wants a FFM, which will be our next threesome.) However, he was not as comfortable bringing a stranger into the picture, and the only guy he would be able to trust in that situation would be his best friend of over 10 years, (let’s call him Bryan.)

So we brought the idea up to Bryan, and he said yes! By this time, to say I was excited would be an understatement. Just thinking about it now is getting me wet..

So a few weeks go by and we still haven’t had this threesome. Until one night, when my boyfriend, Bryan, and I are hanging out at our house. We are enjoying some drinks and just having a good time talking. Then somebody suggests we play poker.

Pleasuring the Gorgon Pt1

Open to all kinds of feedbacks !

He held her head down to the ground, as the snakes in her head flayed around. Leaving translucid oily traces down his legs; these emaneted a sweet perfume. Unlike the mythology, this serpentine haired creature had no special particularity. If you ignored the oily, toothless snakes attached to its head.

“Hold her down you dimwit.” What would he give for a pair of ropes right n… “Use the fecking hair and bind her, be quick about it!” Poor excuse for hair if you ask anyone, but he wasn’t in a judgmental mood. Several minutes later and a whole lot of cursing, the creature — or snake haired human — was bonded tightly, double bonds on the legs and arms to be sure.

“The bitch sure had a lot of fight in her, eh boss ?” He just couldn’t be mean when he looked up to those disconcerting kind eyes, in that gruesome face. So he ignored him instead.

“My honest comrades” he was pretty sure not an honest thought had ever passed on their ugly heads, but didn’t hurt to be polite. “Today we become rich. After a wholesome of shit, beasts, and poor hunting. We finally found the ever grand reward fitting our exploits…”

The Cam Girl Pt. 4 (finale)

The VR had changed everything of course. Whereas before he had spent his nights gawking in front of a thin and luminous square he now felt almost as though he lived with Olivia at night and on the weekends.

He went to work during the day and spent his nights blissfully strapped to a VR rig, acting out the fantasy of being in a real relationship. Before he had been squarely pinned in the gravity well of sensory reminders of his dingy Newark apartment.

Now his consciousness hung in space and followed wherever she took him. They went to the gym, they hung out on the street and in Cafes. Harold’s body would have wasted away had she not insisted on a multi-directional treadmill for him to walk on while they travelled. She also continued bullying him into weight lifting sessions but he did not mind as much any more. He actually had a body now too, or at least the start of one. He was getting longer looks, albeit from strange older ladies on the train. He had been seeing Olivia for six months now and was actually starting to look like a grizzled, and possibly handsome, 28ish year old, rather than a pudgy young man who was about to die.

[MF] Getting back in the game with a 20something

A few years ago, I had an engagement fall apart. I took a few months to get myself in order, before I wanted to start dating.

During an alumni weekend at college, I met a recent grad. She was 24, and I was 31. I portrayed myself as a tech start-up guy (not entirely untrue), and got her number. I was already planning on coming back next weekend for something else, so promised her a date.

We texted throughout the week, and got connected on Facebook. I wasn’t driving up to Saturday, but started getting some flirty texts Friday night. She asked what we were going for dinner, when I was getting there, etc. I had planned on taking her to a cool bar before dinner, then a decent Italian place down the street.

When I was in school, this was the “fancy” place that students would go for special occasions, and I was hoping that was still the case. Thankfully it was, and she was impressed. Started texting about what to wear, and sending me pics of various dresses she was picking out.

The Cam Girl Pt. 3

This routine continued for some time. No mention of money, troubles or any business whatsoever, just daily sessions where Olivia verbally beat Harold into shape, urging him onward with all of her considerable resources. Where a kind voice didn’t work, cam sex usually did. When that got old Olivia became mean and made Harold beg for forgiveness. Harold didn’t exactly like this but felt more and more powerless to change their relationship. It seemed that Olivia had taken control and she was just getting started.
Harold was particularly vulnerable to this type of thing because as mentioned he didn’t have a lot of irons in the fire. He didn’t have any irons in fact, and Olivia was his only fire. This fire warmed him at night and did not leave him completely during the day. He began to feel as though life were something he could finally handle. He began to feel as though he had a girlfriend or at least a girl who was a friend. Olivia did not discourage this.

Wake up. Food. Work. Home. Cam.

“Hello Olivia, you look lovely today.”

Her genteel charm had washed off on him and he was always very polite when he spoke to her now.

“I just need you to fuck me. Fuck me now. Just fuck me.” ~ A Valentine’s Day story [MF]

So, how was your Valentine’s Day?

I’ll tell you how mine went. It’s not the craziest or most exciting story anyone has ever told here on GWS – hell, it’s certainly not my craziest or most exciting – but it was still pretty good. And, unlike what I suspect of many of the stories here, it has the virtue of being true.

We’re not big V-Day people. She doesn’t want flowers or gifts (well, she does want them, but just not for Feb 14). She wants me to treat every day as Valentine’s Day, I guess you could say.

And though we didn’t have a cheesy romantic dinner or Poconos-type getaway planned, we do plan to mark the occasion properly each year. And that means getting back to the basics, as Waylon Jennings would put it. That’s our game plan, and it always leads to some serious sexy time.

With that in mind, I stopped off at the store yesterday on the way home from work and picked up a bottle of wine. When I walked in the door dinner was nearly ready. Flank steak, salad, a little wine blah blah blah …

How we enjoyed our Valentine’s night (with notes by partner) [FM]

D (32M) and I (40F) have been dating for almost 10 months now (*D: 10 months tomorrow!*), so this was our first Valentine’s day together. We were both very excited! We had some weed that we had decided to save for the occasion. We had bought each other presents, and went to a Japanese restaurant near my place. We had a very nice dinner but were quick to leave the table once we were finished eating, because the fun was going to happen back home.

About a week ago, D had sent me a message, role-playing a patient making a doctor’s appointment for a checkup and a prostate exam (*D: our first REAL role-play*). So we had made an appointment for after-hours on the 14th, at exactly 10pm.

Back home, the evening started with opening a bottle of wine, smoking weed, and D doing his nails. He likes wearing nail polish when we’re together, and he looks really cute that way. We opened our presents. D got me an amazing vibrator, something I had never seen before! It feels so good. And I got D a prostate massager.