First Experiences [mt, trans, oral]

I always knew I was different.

I don’t mean that in the way people always do. Everyone was unique in some fashion. I just always knew that I never fit in. That something inside of me was off. That as I developed, I was unhappy with the changes that were occurring, because it was taking me away from what I wish I was. I thought it was just a phase, but as the years passed, I just got more depressed. Other boys were rough, rugged, always playing sports and chasing the girls. And I was none of that. At first, I thought something was wrong with me. I didn’t enjoy the things other guys did. I didn’t have any friends, and was terrible at talking with girls. How could I explain to them that I was jealous of the bodies they had, the things they got to do. Deep down inside, I knew I wanted to be a girl, but I hid from this side of myself. I was afraid. They’d call me a creep, I just knew it. And so I turned to the one place where I could go to be what I wanted. In chat rooms and on forums, I was a girl. It was the only bright spot in my life. I could talk to people without fear, without feeling scared for being different. It was a lie, but it was a lie I enjoyed. Read more »

Helping Her Through the Divorce [mF]

This probably started with a call from my mother-in-law about six months ago. My wife's family was a relatively close-knit one, so it was rare for anyone to have a secret to divulge, much less one as big as this: my wife's aunt was getting a divorce. It wasn't much of a secret to us that their marriage had been an unhappy one, but it was a shock nonetheless, and clearly enough of one that she hadn't elected to tell us herself, even though she was half an hour away on the train. We all felt bad for her – her kids were grown and no longer in the area, and she suddenly had this cavernous house in the suburbs to herself.

It was about a month later that I started going over there to help out. I would take the train from the city once or twice a month and take care of some of the household chores – mow the lawn, patch drywall, move things into and out of storage. For the most part I went up alone, and I would stay well into the evening, usually cooking dinner for her as well. Read more »

The Coffeeshop

He pushed her against the glass of the store. If anyone was outside they would see her perfect champagne-glass tits pressed against the window, right next to the neon “OPEN” sign. Between thrusts, she quickly flipped a switch to turn off the sign, and then another for the lights. “Ung- I didn’t expect you to.. arrive so late.. today..” He didn’t reply because he didn’t want her to speak anymore. Her silk voice was too sexy and it would make him come too soon.

“Fuck me on the counter?”

He knew curls in the squat rack would pay off one day. Blindly, He picked her up easily and, still attached, moved her over to the kitchen counter behind the register. He pushed aside all the kitchen and coffee equipment and spread her small body on the counter. He was going slow and deep now- he knew he didn’t have long. “I want you to come inside me, please”. Well, shit, he thought, that’s a terrible idea. However, control was out of his hands now.

“Please!” Read more »

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A Writing Prompt Gone Wild. [MF] [Anal] [Oral] [Rough Sex]

The night was magical. She had been impatiently for this night for far too long. Thinking about his return from his business trip was enough to get her moist. She was waiting in their bedroom, tracing slow circles around her clit through wet lingerie—anticipating his manhood entering into her again and again and again. She licked her finger clean of her juices. She massaged her breast through the black laces of her bra. She forced herself to stop. It was all she could do from not finger fucking herself raw again. He was coming home in a few minutes.

She heard the car pull up the drive way.

She went downstairs to greet him. She threw on her red silk robe. He loved the way she teased him. She waited at the bottom of the stairs and called out to him. He looked tired, yet his tongue told a different story. He cupped her face in his strong hands and his tongue danced in her mouth. He tasted like whisky and cigarettes. It was funny. He never smoked. She loved the new taste and let his tongue explore her mouth. Read more »

Dear Diary, A Man Requested To Inspect My Body In An Airport][MF, Oral, Fantasy](Via r/Gonewildaudio)

This is a narrative script taken from r/GWA. Original post can be found here.

Dear Diary,

I know it's been awhile since you've heard from me. My absence doesn't mean I forget you, it just so happens that I've experienced something in my life and you're the only one that I can disclose this with.

It all began after a trip with my friends to this marvelous city. At the heart of it lies an exquisite beach entrapped by separated islands made of limestones. We frolic on its majestic seashore glittered with fine sand that melts in your feet; it mixes with the water creating an emerald effect that gleams so bright when it's hit by the sun. It's like a paradise on Earth to me.

It was already sunset after we leave the coast to take our flight on its nearest airport as we're required to work the next day. Since I didn't book the ticket with my friends, my departure time came off later. I wasn't bothered by this as I've always liked the idea of being alone in a place where I am not familiar with. Or, getting trapped in an island with another man like those classic movies my mom used to watch. Little did I know that I was going to get what I'm wishing right there on that airport. Read more »

Little Kelsey [taboo fmmm mutual mast]

Darren sat on the couch pushing buttons on a black game controller identical to the ones that his two best friends, who were seated on either side of him, held. They were playing a platform game that they had beat already on all but the hardest difficulty.

Darren's character hit an explosive, causing his controller to shake in his hands. He sat it down on his lap while he waited for his character to revive and grabbed a handful of pretzels. Joe, to his left, took a brief sip of cola without missing a beat of his game. On the other side, Steven pointed his controller at the screen as if the entire reason his character was getting pummeled was due to a poor connection between the controller and the console.

Darren's character had just reappeared on the screen when he heard the basement door slam. He hit the pause button which elicited protests from his companions. He turned his head to see who was entering his domain. Ever since he had come home from college, after having achieved a useless degree and getting a job as a fast food manager, Darren had lived in the basement as if it was his own private home. Occasionally, his step mother would invade his space to throw in a load of laundry or his father would need some tool he hadn't used once in the past three years but for whatever reason was suddenly desperate for. Read more »

A trip to the gy[M] a[f]ter a hard day’s work. Part 1

he turned the key in the door, swung her bag over her shoulder, and breathed a deep sigh of relief. Rose tugged the collar of her Barbour up close to her face and skipped down the steps into the wind. It had been a tough start to the year. The Christmas break had been far too relaxing and the welcome back in the office had been warm but brief. Rose never liked being the last in the office but on the last day back after New Year locking up duties seemed to be even more arduous. It was 9.15 and Rose realized that she was now pushing her luck to get to the gym in time for a proper work out, at least it might be quiet, she thought to herself.

Dodging the puddles, starting to form on the pavement, she walked fast against the wind, occasionally breaking into a trot to avoid the worst of the rain blowing from the branches of windswept trees. Read more »

{F}irst Post and 1st with Z!

First I must say thank you to my husband. Babe you are one in a million and without you ( well Z to but mainly you) this story would not be possible.

Where to start? Hmmm……. Well a few days ago I had to take our car in to be detailed. Knowing this the hubby and I got up early and went to the gym. Then I dropped him off at work and I went to take care of the car. After the car was finished being detailed I stopped back to see the hubby. As I pulled in to his work parking lot I noticed that Z was working. Seeing Z's car in the lot had my heart beating a little quicker than normal. See Z is my husbands buddy/coworker that I have always found very very attractive. Normally I wouldn't be so school girl crazy, but now knowing that my hubby wants to see me with another guy; seeing Z does this to me. Cause Z is one guy that I would have no problem getting fucked by. Not to mention Z has seen my goods in photos before and complimented my hubby on them. Read more »

My first erotic story [mf] [reluctant mm] [cuckoldry] [anal] [analingus] [69] [verbal abuse]

My relationship with Tammy was going well. Sometimes we played video games together. Then one day I came home from my shift at Papa John's. I went into the bedroom and saw Tammy 69ing with a big muscular guy. She was on top and her eyes were bugging out of her skull as she tried to fit more than the plum-sized head of his prick in her mouth. He sucked her clit and shoved a spit-lubed finger all the way up her asshole while simultaneously yanking one of her nipples. I stood there for several seconds before Tammy noticed I was there.

"Hey Timmy, this is Tyrell," she said as she crawled toward the head of the bed. He looked at me as he removed his finger from her forbidden place. "Sup?" he said. I stammered as he turned his back to me and pinned her head against the headboard with his fire hydrant. She used both her hands to pull open her mouth as wide as it would go. His pecker slid into her mouth as she drooled on herself. Then he began fucking her face, causing the back of her head to slam against the headboard repeatedly. Read more »