It had been over three years since the fall of Diablo and the usurping of Malthael’s claim to power. Only a single year of peace had taken over the land before Evil itself soon challenged the Nephalem’s might once more. In fact, Stratha, the Barbarian from Mount Arreat who had slain Diablo and his horde of demons, had taken up the mantle of Guardian over the lands. It was in Arreat Crater where Stratha now sat next to a fire, her hand gently polishing her axe as Lyndon, Eirena, and Kormac lay quietly across from her. It was far from safe to have the fire blazing as it was, but not so dangerous as to warrant the Barbarian’s full attention. In fact, it had been three months since the last demon sighting in the crater, and the scouts that reported the sighting also reported the deaths of those demons. It seemed as though the world would no longer need the might of the Nephalem and Stratha began to wonder what she would do now. She had heard stories of her people planning to take back the Ruins of Sescheron and rebuild, but that battle would be an arduous and hard-fought one.
[MF] The first girl from the restaurant
Some of you may have read my last story – the one with Suz. Well, despite us having dated for a few years, things only lasted a a couple more months after the events in that story. With both of us studying hard for exams, we had been taking less and less time to chat in the evenings, leading to the realisation that we weren’t actually that bothered by it. That coupled with the fact that I would be heading to uni soon (in the same country as Suz) I think it dawned on us both that neither of us really needed the other any more. We parted ways painfully, but amicably. The relationship had run its course, and whilst that hurt, we both knew it.
So by the summer I was single, and I had a couple of months to kill until heading to uni. I spent a good amount of this time working in a restaurant. I had already worked there a few years doing weekends just for a bit of spending money. The pay was okay but not great, and the restaurant, whilst being pretty high-end, could have been managed much better. It was always clean, and the food was great, but the pressure of the work environment was pretty intense. What made it better was the staff. I honestly got on amazingly with everyone who worked there, full-time and part-time alike.
Taken by the Businessman (The Lustful Skies, Book 5) by Jasmine Wright [Interracial, Muscular Black Man, Submissive Asian Woman]
“She glanced again at the card in her hands, but the position afforded her another view—one far more intriguing. Past the card, right in her line of sight…
“Jarrod’s crotch. Where something long and thick bulged mercilessly against the seam leading down his left leg. It jumped, straining angrily against its confines.
“Amy struggled to hide her astonishment, her lips slightly parted.
“‘Excuse me, I have to use the restroom.’Amy met Jarrod’s stare. She’d been caught.”
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AMY CHOO is making the rounds on a routine flight to Toronto when she encounters JARROD HIGHTOWER—a large, powerfully-built, well-dressed Black businessman—on his way to oversee renovations on a building his company has just acquired. Normally shy and reserved, the Korean beauty finds herself drawn to the dark, sexy beast—and after some surprisingly flirtatious banter on her part, Jarrod gives her his card and tells her to give him a call sometime.
It doesn’t take long before Amy is standing in Jarrod’s office-in-progress overlooking downtown Toronto, wearing a slinky black number and drinking wine while staring at each other with primal, lust-filled, predatory eyes. They succumb to their animal instincts—but when Jarrod’s massive, throbbing beast finally breaks free of its cage, could it be too much for Amy’s petite frame to handle?
Taken by the Businessman (The Lustful Skies, Book 5) by Jasmine Wright [Interracial, Muscular Black Man, Submissive Asian Woman]
[M]y Claire-voyant B[f]
“Do you trust me?”
We’ve been together for a while now. Why would he ask me that? This is the man that I’ve been having sex with for 7 months. The man that I walk around the house in sweat pants and no makeup in front of. That met my family. That I let try butt stuff that one time. How could he not be sure if I trust him?
“Of course I do,” I told him.
He looked at me seriously. “I want you to really think about it. This is different. You know I will take care of you. But I need you to be willing to trust me completely.”
My head was spinning. We were in the main bedroom of the cabin. I was sitting on the bed and he was standing facing me. We’d been discussing this weekend for a month. The sex hadn’t been bad… in fact, far from it. We had gotten to the point where we knew each other’s bodies and could bring out the best feelings in each other without much effort. But that was part of the problem. It didn’t take much effort. It wasn’t as exciting as it used to be. Orgasm had become routine and the passion had… changed.
[FM] Sneaky Bathroom BJ
My names Cleo. I’m a 21 year old white girl. I’m on the shorter side. Athletic build. Small perky tits with pierced nipples. Big ass and thighs. I have a tight pink little pussy and a Christina piercing. Long auburn hair, big blue eyes, full lips.
My boyfriend, Jake, is 22. Tall, much taller than me. And thin. Not scrawny thin though. He’s tone and lean. Delicious abs. Nice beard. Long dark brown hair which he usually wears up in a messy bun. Big chocolate brown eyes. Perfect cock – long, cut, good girth. It curves to the left slightly.
My boyfriend and I have been together for about a year and a half. And we’ve recently been trying to spice things up sexually. The bed gets boring. So what we’ve been especially into lately is fucking in taboo places in the spur of the moment. Fucking when we very easily could get caught.
It’s also important to say (its gross but true) that I’ve had a UTI this passed week so we haven’t been able to fuck. It frustrated us both equally. And although we’ve come up with some various other activities to keep us level until he can fill me up with his cock again, I can’t help but find myself squirming and daydreaming about getting pounded multiple times a day.
Him. [reddit newbie first post]
She wakes.
The first sensation she notices is the
hard steel arm chair beneath her. Next, she feels the roughness of the rope binding her ankles and wrists to the metal, and the sheer silk and lace lingerie draped across her form. Where are her clothes? Her mind is racing, trying to place where exactly she is. The last thing she remembers is the click of her heels down the alleyway heading home after the party. Then the screeching of tires, a sharp pain, and then…nothing.
She slowly opens her eyes and begins to take in her surroundings. It’s dark, so dark it’s almost like a solid mass, taunting her. The shadows take over everything and she cannot see where the walls begin or end, who or what is in the room. It’s simply black and she is simply cold, as if she is standing nude in a concrete parkade. About 2 meters, in a perfect circle around the chair, the light from the swinging spotlight above her slinks its way into the blackness just enough for her to see that she was right. The chair is set upon a paved floor that matches the walls, but placed in front of her bound ankles there is a cushion just large enough for her to kneel.
[FM] Booty call the second (welllll, third): ‘Im bit drunk. SNt to make out’
I’ll be real with you. I didn’t think I was going to hear from Beardy Tattooey McHunk again after our [last encounter](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5r7cit/fm_had_my_first_booty_call_is_it_still_a_booty/). He’s notoriously bad at communication. Reads messages (thanks, read receipts, you assholes), but doesn’t respond to them. Doesn’t usually contact me first. That sort of thing. So little faith did I have in our hunky friend, that I kind of accepted another offer, and maybe sort of did some stuff with a tradie (that I’ve since repeated. What am I doing?! That’s a story for another day, I think…).
But, lo! A message on Monday night asking me what I’m doing?! It was in garbled drunk-type, but still. I said I’d just had some dinner but wasn’t really doing anything. What was he up to? ‘Im bit drunk. SNt to make out’ was the reply I got. After laughing my butt off for a few seconds, I did what any self-respecting lady would do in a situation such as this and replied, ‘Sure ;) Can you give me twenty minutes though?’ Turns out he was in the city watching some American sportsball thing with his friends (I know it was the Super Bowl, don’t hate on me) and had been drinking all day. He poured himself into a taxi and made his way over, while I hopped in the shower and made myself somewhat presentable. I’d just finished making my bed when he knocked on the door.
Love Buzz [F/m]
The buzzing sound was filling the room, accompanied with a soft whimper that came from the young man’s lips every so often. The buzzing was making his whole body shake practically, but he was settled by the woman next to him.
“Hurts…” He said for the twentieth time.
“I know darling, it’ll be over soon.” The woman said, gently stroking his hair to try and calm him.
Luckily the tears were gone by then, but the evidence of stains was on the arm of her shirt. He had a sheen of cold sweat evident on his forehead, biting his lip as he cuddled into her side on the couch. Once again, he tried to look over at his right shoulder, but she took his chin with her nimble fingers to make him look back at her,
“Again Jude, keep your eyes here, it’s just like a needle, it’ll hurt that much worse if you’re watching it.” She said and he nodded, letting him lay his head against her shoulder.
Love Buzz [F/m]
The buzzing sound was filling the room, accompanied with a soft whimper that came from the young man’s lips every so often. The buzzing was making his whole body shake practically, but he was settled by the woman next to him.
“Hurts…” He said for the twentieth time.
“I know darling, it’ll be over soon.” The woman said, gently stroking his hair to try and calm him.
Luckily the tears were gone by then, but the evidence of stains was on the arm of her shirt. He had a sheen of cold sweat evident on his forehead, biting his lip as he cuddled into her side on the couch. Once again, he tried to look over at his right shoulder, but she took his chin with her nimble fingers to make him look back at her,
“Again Jude, keep your eyes here, it’s just like a needle, it’ll hurt that much worse if you’re watching it.” She said and he nodded, letting him lay his head against her shoulder.