collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
You guys remember back in the ‘Bathroom Wall’ days on facebook? There was a story on there once that I think may have like… introduced me to all the things that turn me on.
It was about two women who were neighbors and their husbands were out of town and the pipes froze, so one neighbor comes over and things get super intense super fast and it’s like way intimate and one woman is basically teaching the other about pleasure and it’s baffling.
Any chance this rings any bells out there?
A knock at the door startles me from the Netflix marathon I have planned for the rest of my evening. I check my phone. 8:28. A little late for the UPS guy. I take a swig of my beer before pausing my show.
Another knock hits as I make my way to my front door. I open it to find her standing in a long black coat and boots smiling sweetly. A quick jolt of electricity runs through me as I think about ripping it off her and bending her over the couch as she steps through the door. Better not.
“Hey,” she flirts.
“Well, well, well,” I muse leaning against the doorway, “Look who it is.” I give her a long look before continuing, “And what brings you here this fine evening?”
“Just thought I would stop by and say ‘hello’,” she blushes taking a step back.
“Unannounced at this hour?” I inquire.
She laughs timidly and nods her head.
“And what if I have company?”
She steps back once more tightening her coat, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t think…” She trails off.
“Didn’t think anyone would be here?” I finish her thought.
The story I’m going to tell happened some months ago with me.
I’m a fashion photographer (M/35) here in Paris/France.
I take my job very seriously and I never crossed any lines with models I photographed for three reasons. First, I’m married and love my wife.
Second, I’m a professional and any improper behavior can ruin my career. Third, I respect the women I work with. Just because a model smiles or talks to me, doesn’t
mean she wants something.
After finding out that my boyfriend had been cheating on me I felt that he needed a taste of his own medicine so last weekend my boyfriend and his roommate Tim threw a huge party and by midnight my boyfriend was already passed out drunk. I talked for awhile to Tim about my boyfriend and said I was going to get even before i broke up with him. When Tim asked how I said “your moving out next week right?”. He nodded so I said “then how about you fuck me so I can tell him the day you move and break up with him?”
He laughed “that’s fucking ruthless…im game”. I grabbed his hand and led him to my room and shut the door. Tim pointed to my boyfriend sleeping so I said ” maybe in the future he won’t get so drunk that he doesn’t wake up to his girlfriend getting fucked by someone else.” I pushed Tim so he sat on the bed next to my boyfriend and got to my knees. I pulled Tim’s pants siren to his ankles and gently stroked his cock.
I have been a lurker of this subreddit for quite a long time now, and have finally decided to share some of my own experiences. Apologies in advance for any formatting issues, I am writing this from my mobile.
My boyfriend, Adam, and I were both 20 years old and had been together for 3 years. His dad, Mark, had been divorced for a few years and has an amazing job which allowed him to be in a position to buy a boat. I was invited along by Adam to join him and his dad at a big annual boat show. I know very little about boats, but I wanted to spend the day with my other half so I agreed, prepared to be bored and confused by boat “lingo”.
But some of these boats were incredible – and I mean incredible, so for a boat enthusiast, Mark was in heaven! Now most of the boats you were able to walk straight on a look around, there were brochures and leaflets scattered around with all the boat info, and usually a member or staff or I assume the current boat owner, who could discuss the boat with you/ finance options etc. Some of the more expensive boats were by invitation or appointment only, and Adam’s dad was invited onto one of these boats.
A short reluctancecohercion piece that kinda came up on its own while watching a movie – not my usual piece of cake but I thought I would share – feedback is welcome!
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He caressed her, savouring her unease as he felt the muscles of her thin legs tense as she resisted the impulse to dart for the door.
She picked a condom from her handbag and handed it to him, her attempt at displaying nonchalance in doing that ruined by the trembling in her hands and by her inability to look at him in the eyes for more than an instant.
He was clean, and so was she – he had access to her medical files.
And she, on the other hand, knew of his obsession for health and cleanliness – she knew just as well that the risk was nonexistent. The condom was just a last attempt at putting some barrier between herself and what she was about to do, a little lie to be able to watch herself in the mirror tomorrow morning. Make-up for the soul, so to speak.
Last weekend was one of the year’s big conventions, so that meant a Thursday night of cramming far too many clothes and outfits into bags, and a Friday morning of travelling up the country with those big bags in tow. For once, I didn’t have a room to myself, but was instead staying with one of my housemates (yes, the one from this story: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4i5gmu/a_very_unexpected_drunken_time_with_a_housemate_fm/) as his boyfriend couldn’t make it and so some shuffling of arrangements left us sharing.
However, as he was travelling from elsewhere he wasn’t expected to arrive until some point that evening, which left me all alone to drag my bags from the train station onto a bus for the short ride to where the event was held so that I could register and get our room key. Although I thought I was arriving earlier than most, it turned out I was mistaken – I was left standing in what seemed like an endless queue for registration and rooms that left me wondering if I should have arrived earlier or later myself. Bored and with nothing else to do, I naturally opened up my phone, fired up Tinder, and half-heartedly swiped away for a bit, keeping a look out for others that looked likely to be at the same convention.
Im looking for a story I read on asstr. A man wins the lottery and buys an island. Its a nudist island where all the women must wear colored hair ties decided by their husbands. One color means ‘cannot have sex with me’ and the other means ‘anyone can have sex with me’.
Hey all, it’s Jonathan again. I’m here to excite you with another sumptuous story of my wonderful sexual encounters. Hold on to your junk tightly, this is a good one. (skip to ****** for the good stuff)
It all started when I attended my 10 year high school reunion. I went to a small high school in a small town, only about 100 per graduating class, so I knew most of the people in my class pretty well. Small towns are great for a couple things, you know everyone’s business and it’s boring as hell. Thus, you know who’s fucking who and that’s all you have to do. Let’s just say the small town women know how to keep you warm at night. (and some of the guys too, not my thing though)
Most of my classmates and friends had moved away to bigger cities for better jobs, but the class got along really well so the reunions were highly attended. I arrived at the 10 year reunion still single, after being divorced some years earlier. Not my ideal situation, but a bunch of my guy friends were single too so I figured we would have a good party. I had no expectations for a hookup, as the small town didn’t offer many good options that weren’t taken.
It had been a long day and I was so happy to finally be home and have a few minutes to myself. I knew that Gloria wouldn’t be home for a couple more hours, and figured that would give me enough time to go online for a quick chat. These weren’t ordinary pen pals that I was talking to. They were ladies that I found on a role-playing website. They were people that I used to carry out my darkest fantasies. Fantasies that not even Gloria knew about. I was happy with Gloria but sex lately had become a little bland. I was craving something a little more rough and passionate. Although I didn’t have any physical contact with anyone I talked to I was still able to fill that emotional void that I had and that was good enough for me. I had been having fantasies of being fucked violently and sometimes even raped. These thoughts had been occurring more frequently lately and I was scared that if Gloria knew she would be disgusted or she would leave me. That’s why I chose to go this route. It felt safer and I didn’t have to worry about me getting attached to any of them.