A drive, a smoke, and lots more (F/M/F)

Following my little adventure the evening before (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4aabfa/leaving_the_hotel_room_door_ajar_fm/), it was time for another day at the convention and this time me and my friend Gemma were wearing matching cosplay outfits. I was dressed as Ranka Lee from Macross Frontier, one of my favourite outfits consisting of a really cute, girly top, frilly skirt and knee-high socks with red shoes featuring slightly high heels. My friend was wearing a similar alternate version of this outfit that was mostly the same in its overall look but dark blue and cream compared to my green and orange.

The day was going as these things tend to at conventions – lots of walking, lots of stopping to photos, lots of finding excuses to sit down and take a break (especially as my friend was a little more tired than me having gone out the night before). Sitting down with a drink and a relatively late lunch, we were interrupted by a man sliding out the chair opposite us and sitting down with a “Hey ladies”. We shot one another a look at this – for some reason two girls together with no guys around generates way more attention from guys wanting to try out chat-up lines than when I’m alone, perhaps they see it as a higher chance of success?

A Chance pt. 6 [ff]

Click my name to read the earlier parts.

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Kimmy’s heart still pounded as she lay in Lizette’s arms. She could feel soft kisses on her bare shoulder and the tickle of warm breath in her hair. Focusing on those sensations grounded her, because after what had just happened she wasn’t sure gravity still worked.

Nothing was the same. Pleasure had just been a word before. Now it had a visceral reality that made the previous definition dim in comparison. She’d been giving herself orgasms for years and assumed those had been the peak of all possible pleasure. Now in one afternoon her whole frame of reference had been expanded.

Love and sex had been a mystery, but nothing could have prepared her for the sensual give and take she’d experienced with Lizette. Things that had seemed odd or gross in abstract turned into an undeniable craving. The experience had been freeing in ways she couldn’t even put in words, but one thing she knew; Love was no longer a simple equation with a fixed answer.

“You okay?” Lizette whispered in her hair.

“Yeah. Just… yeah.”

Lizette chuckled. “I’ve made the famous Kimmy McKimson, speechless.”

Camping Threesome (ffm) Part 2

Link to Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/49mpax/camping_threesome_ffm/

I was still so disoriented at this point especially since this was my first experience with more than one partner AND my first experience with a female. Stacy had made out with girls before, but it had never gone any further than that. While we were in the bathroom, I put on my best sober face and calmly asked Stacy was was happening. “What? It’s fun, isn’t it?” was her response. I suppose in that context, I decided that since it was no big deal to her, it was probably no big deal to Eric, and it should be no big deal to me. “Let’s go back for round 2,” she coaxed. We held hands on our walk back to our tent, partially because we were drunk and trying to help each other walk a straight line, and partially because it seemed awkward not to have contact with one another when we both knew what we were walking toward.

This time it was all my fault [m/f] [cheating]

I got a lot of shit for this story https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/43az7o/i_dont_know_if_i_should_tell_my_husband_what/ in which I really did not mean to cheat on my husband because I thought he set it up for me. People have been PMing me and I have ignored what happened when the window guy came back, but I guess I’m ready to confess now.

 

About a month ago, the window guy came back to finalize what we wanted and my husband and I met him around 6pm after my husband got home. I was wearing an orange dress from anthropologie and an orange, lacy thong. The window guy was quick and professional and my husband seemed to like him even though I told my husband he kinda hit on me. Of course, when I looked at the window guy, all I could think about was his big 8 inch cock, him throat fucking me, and him cumming in my mouth. I wondered what a cock that big would feel like in my tight little pussy. I daydreamed the whole meeting and was getting wet.

 

todays adventure (actually Friday Night ) Part 2

Well it was an eventful Friday night. As I mentioned in part 1, I was a bad girl last week and let an older man finger me in a coffee shop without permission. I was only supposed to masturbate for him and when I told my SO, he spanked my ass and thighs hard, not letting me cum. I was then told to go to a bar Friday night and I did. (see part 1)

Well I was cornered in the bar with my SO and these two beautiful women, had been spanked and fucked with a strap-on in the corner when my SO came over to the table. It was at this point that he spoke to them and i realized that he knew them. They all started to talk as if i wasn’t there, and Liz and Carrie told him that he wasn’t kidding them about how much of a slut i was and how easily they could get me to let them spank me in public. They knew about my disobedience and said that they wanted to take it back to their apartment to make sure i was properly punished.

All the guys I (f)ucked: Joe, the banker (F19,M30)

I’m Anna, I’m 32 now. I really love sex and all things sexual. I like reminiscing about old times and so I decided to write some stories. It’s high time for another one. This one is casual sex and actually nothing special. I still like to remember it, though. Taught me that not all hot guys are a great lay :P

Feel free to comment and ask. Please dont mind any mistakes, english is not my first language.

**Skip to “The next day…” for actual sex.**

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At 19, I was extremely skinny with small boobs and a nice ass. Short black hair with colorful strands in it.

To earn some money, I worked as a waitress at a local beer fest. Dressing just a tiny bit too tight secured me a lot of tips. Chatting with the customers and throwing around silly jokes also helped. The job was fun, the money was good and I got beer for free.

There was an amateur band playing cover songs and it was part of my job to make sure they were always supplied with cold drinks and never had to order.

“Entertaining” Businessmen in Room 1032 (F/M/M)

I arrived at the hotel late Thursday evening – maybe 10 pm. The wedding wasn’t ‘til Saturday, but I always like to have a free day in a new town to explore a bit and maybe find some trouble (nothing more freeing than being where nobody knows your name haha). I wobbled into the lobby, a bit tired and a bit (a lot?) drunk. I went to the airport straight from work, so I flew looking fine af haha – a classy midi dress with a white lacey top, sporting a sweetheart neckline (my tits looked great), and a tight blue, floral skirt (plus 4 inch heels) – which meant free drinks ahoy.

I checked in and head to the elevator where I stood waiting with 5 drunk businessmen. It took them a while to notice me standing there. Eventually they glanced behind themselves, then the glances became full-on eye-fucking. I heard the groans of approval that only drunk men utter in public.

“Looks like the entertainment’s arrived,” someone said. They all chuckled. I gave an exaggerated wink.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” one of the older men said.

“Hey yourself, handsome.” He beamed.

First threesome with girlfriend and friend [MFM]

So this happened quite a few years ago, it’s 100% true and was a pretty cool experience. Anyway I was at college with my girlfriend and a good friend of mine. My girlfriend was a cute mixed race girl with D-cup boobs and a nice round butt. She was petite but curvy in all the right places.

For context, my friend had recently got out of a relationship and didn’t feel quite like dating again. I felt bad for him being a young guy and not getting any. I thought a bit of harmless fun might help his state of mind and help him get back into the game. My girlfriend and I had joked around about group sex before, but you know, it was that kind of joking where you knew that you were both into what you were talking about. She was quite flirty with my close friends and had flashed her tits at them a few times; and she was pretty adventurous with an exhibitionist streak, so when I had the idea that it might be fun to have a threesome with my friend, I was almost certain she would be into it. So I casually raise the idea of a threesome with my girlfriend and while she is initially a bit shocked at the concept, she agrees pretty readily. I call my friend and after I convince him that I’m not playing a joke on him, he enthusiastically accepts our offer and we arrange for him to come over to my place a couple of hours later.

Unexpected fun at the Massage (m/f)

So to start the story I’m going to tell you I’m a big perv, not going to deny it. For at least 8 years I’ve been visiting this little rub and tug in my town maybe three or four times a year. The ladies that work there, or rotate in and out give absolutely mind blowing massages. You wouldn’t think that would you? If you’ve never been to a tizzug as my good friend J-roc would call them, you probably just assume it’s a quick hand glide over body, machine gun jerk and you’re on your way. Mostly true, however sometimes you can find a place where you can get a massage on a professional spa level and get a little handy at the end. The perfect combo!

Well after a 14 hour day on the job I was in need of a little pick me up, so on my way home I decided to stop in at my usual spot. They are open till 2am and I can shower there since I smell like axle grease and hydraulic oil, which I can imagine isn’t pleasant to someone who is not used to it.

Jackson [MFM?]

Jackson

I had lost two stupid cases in as many preceding days. I wasted time after I got home from work because a girl that works in my office, that I have had sex with, said in her emailed invitation to happy hour that it went until 7. So I changed into my finest lumberjack/hipster/skater attire, drank two medium-sized glasses of rye whiskey alone, and ambled down the sidewalk to the designated bar which is five blocks from my house.

Arrival at 7:15 and nobody was there with the exception of a young woman from my office who was still attired in her somewhat ill-fitting suit from doing her own trial that day. She informed me that the others had been there, but had left prior to 7pm, babies.