Unexpected shower guest (mfmf) Part 2. Not long, not sorry this time.
Link to part one
https://m.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/506mq7/unexpected_shower_guests_mfmf_long_sorry/
There is a moment of clarity right after you orgasm that, depending on the situation, you feel comfortable or you don’t. This moment was a bit surreal as I’m here with my wife naked, toweling off with another naked couple. I would be remiss if I don’t admit that there was a part of me thinking this was a mistake. But hormones are a funny thing because that notion was fleeting. All I could think about was more. I went from mildly thinking about group sex to wanting to watch Kara on full display. There was a sense of anticipation for “wait until they see/hear this”. Kara loves giving and receiving oral and she cums with ease with both of them. However, penetration is another animal. She loses her mind and it’s such a turn on to see. And look, I’m not saying she has sex better than anyone, it’s just it’s totally unexpected. It’s a Rolls Royce that goes as fast as a Corvette (full disclosure, she will read this and I’m kissing ass. But it’s true). The surprise I believe is what will get them. I’m sure you all know someone who is very attractive but they seem too straight laced to be incredible in the sack. Think of that person right now. Now, what if they were a freak? Kinda hot huh. So I have that going for me..
[M / F / F] My blonde gf and my Japanese colleague: part 2
As promised, here is a follow up to my previous story.
**Intro and context:**
Following our experience with Kanako, Lucy and I had a lot to discuss. We’ve always been relatively “open” in terms of kinks, and a couple of times even had experiences with a third person, but they were light, limited to foreplay etc. This time was different.
Firstly, I want to reassure her that obviously I loved what happened, but to me Kanako is just a toy. It’s also a friend and I would keep emailing her etc once we leave, but during our threesome, she was a toy. The truth is, that the biggest turn on for me was indeed Kanako; however, there are no emotional feelings (I’m not falling in love with her or anything) so what I said to my girlfriend is close enough.
She also confessed that she liked what happened, and that despite being straight, she enjoyed having a girl there. According to what Lucy told me, a few things turned her on: firstly, seeing another girl trying to get my attention during sex. Secondly, seeing me actually making out / having sex with another girl, in front of her. She also told me that she enjoyed being “in control” of Kanako, and more generally the idea of dominating an Asian girl.
My First Tinder Experience [m/f]
I’m not sure how I learned about Tinder, but eventually I heard about this new app used for hooking up. Tinder would like us to believe it’s a dating app, hell some of the women on Tinder want to believe it’s a dating app, but we all know Tinder is used for hooking up.
So I joined Tinder and started my profile. I was living in North Jersey at the time about 15 miles from New York City so I had tons of profiles to swipe right on. This was a couple years ago so there was no daily limit on the number of likes you had, and I spent the better part of three days swiping right. I had a number of matches and began chatting with them and feeling them out.
One girl in particular was from Rockaway, New York. She did shift work at a hospital, which was perfect for me. I had never been to New York at this time and really had no idea where it was. I pulled it up on a map and it was only 18 miles or so, the drive seemed doable to me. The conversation turned sexual eventually and we chatted about what kind of things we were both into and our likes. She lived at home and her parents were out of town for the week so we made plans to meet up after she got off of work one day.
Reflection [Str8, f, mast, voy]
Nobody else would ever have wanted my college dorm room. There was a blue-grey stain in the corner of the ceiling that nobody could ever explain. If the windows weren’t left open, come rain or shine, then an odd smell of rotting onions would drift in and take root. And by some quirk of the design, it was the smallest in the block. It was so small, in fact, that if I stood in the centre with my arms outstretched, and waved my cheerleader pompoms, they would brush against the walls.
But for all its failures, I never once asked to change rooms.
Katy, my best friend, thought I was just shy. “I’ll ask for you,” she would say. “Come on, Imogen, they can’t expect you to stay there.”
But I just shook my head. “It’s fine, I wouldn’t want anyone else to have it.”
You see, that dorm room had one redeeming feature. Laying on my bed in the evening, when the sun was just going down, and if the clouds didn’t get in the way, the light would somehow reflect miraculously, from the windows or the walls, or even perhaps from the big lake where Alice Wilson fucked Terry Parkes and got caught by the grounds keeper. But however it happened, the light bounced and jumped and carried to my window a full view into Lew Hatcher’s room, three floors above mine.
[M/F] The first time I went to a nightclub, I fingered a stranger on the dance floor.
This happened just this weekend. It’s been rattling around in my head for a while now, and I figured it needed to be shared.
I hadn’t ever been to a nightclub before. Bars, sure, even places with dancing, but nothing quite like this. Music so loud you felt, more than heard it. The lights were dark except for vibrant, strobing lasers and rotating spotlights, making the dancers appear and disappear in still frames, drenched in primary colors. Periodically, gusts of vapor sprayed down from the ceiling, highlighting the beams of light flashing above people’s heads.
I remember when me and my friends arrived, I spotted a couple heavily making out on the dance floor, his hand buried in her pants, working away at her pussy. In truth, I thought it was hilarious. They clearly didn’t care who was watching through the crowds and smoke. It seemed more like something I’d see on the internet, not here, in real life. A small twinge of arousal hit me, but it was outweighed by my desire to point it out to a friend and laugh. What the hell were we doing here. What the hell was *I* doing here?
It’s been so long. Talk later, love now. [FM][quick oral][Romance] [kissing]
We’ve been apart for so long. Late nights on web chat have kept us going. Me, staring as you do stripteases. You, trying not to laugh as I try to find the “right angle” but really I’m just trying to find a way for my manhood took look bigger on camera. What can I say, we’ve all got our insecurities.
But finally, it’s time to be together again. My flight lands at 3.
You pick me up from the airport and we hug and kiss and get honked at to move along. Your lips are the greatest I’ve ever come in contact with. I don’t know if you do anything behind the scenes to make them so perfectly soft, but they’re like heaven.
We try to make conversation but we’re just too giddy about being together again.
We’re like that all through lunch. And then you drop me off at my place. I creep inside to check, but my roommate is home. And we want space. So you go home and we wait just a little longer. I shower the plane off of me and you tell me your place is deserted.
The Apocalypse Barrier, Part 2 [Str8][MF][inc][Mom/Son]
### Part 2
We were about halfway through our road trip. We had both been in a good mood since the night before. We chatted about the food we would make once we had a decent kitchen again, carefully avoiding the question of how to get fresh produce. We kept talking about all the things we would do once we weren’t trapped in a car all day.
“It’ll feel so nice being able to walk around”, she said.
“I know. And not living so cramped, and not carrying everything with us.”, I replied.
“And I can’t wait to sleep in a proper bed”, she finally said.
I chuckled at how true that was, since the bed in the back of the camper wasn’t the greatest. But it also left us silent. I hadn’t considered the sleeping arrangements. In just a few days I had gotten used to sleeping with her next to me.
That first time giving head. [fm][oral]
Everyone remembers the first time they gave head. I can recall desiring it, jilling off to it. I remember it finally happening well… My friend, Laura, was short, blonde and flirty as fuck – compared to my awkward lanky brunette self. She’d sucked 4 cocks and fucked 1 twice, all to my miserable zero. HIM (my crush)and his friend came over. Parents were out and although we could have been at the pub we lived a fuck mile from anywhere so we were half a box through stolen mum-wine and listenting to music when they come over. I got the basement conversion and within about 15 minutes friend and Laura are off to the bathroom for a ‘chat’.
He asks to see my room and we enter, him behind me. I turn on the lights but he turns them off and closes the door. I was turned on before he showed up, but now his hands are on my hips and he’s onn my neck and ears. Hot breaths and kisses and I’m melting. I’m tall but he’s taller, and with muscle. My nipples threaten to rip this top. I twist my head round and we share a kiss and I’m swimming. He reaches into my light waistband and finds my wetness with his fingers. I’m drowning in pleasure at this point. Crush + horny = gooey.
A Chance pt. 8 [ff]
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The weekend passed in a blur of discomfort and pain killers. The welts all over Kimmy’s body resolved to crusty scabs and the stitches above her left eye itched like crazy. She tried not to burden Karen and Christine, so she mostly hid out in the guest room they put her up in. Lizette never left her side.
Kimmy kept her darker thoughts to herself. Lizette wouldn’t really understand how Kimmy felt about what had happened. While Lizette held her and kissed her, Kimmy embraced how her girlfriend made her feel. For the first time she was entirely at peace with it.
Kimmy’s father had done more than beat her. He had thrown her out of his house, like garbage, because she loved Lizette. His stern voice had proclaimed her damnation, and it still echoed in her thoughts and dreams. *Reprobate.* She was going to hell. And that was okay.