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So, check my profile for my background. This is a story about š° #1 ā a bunny Iāve trained and used for 2 years IRL/Online.
She started as all bunnies do, with a survey of questions, appropriate boundaries and an expectation of punishments for bad behaviour outside our established rules.
Well the last 5 days we have pushed her boundaries and established new rules.
I have denied orgasms the full 5 days, forced her to strip outside twice, and send photos while her boyfriend was asleep.
reddit success #georgia – r4r
So I met my first reddit friend in person. She was 36yr mixed Latina married and craving BWC. We msg several times as she explained her little Spanish husbands cock was just not satisfying her. And she craved BWC last she had was on a business trip out of town yrs ago. So yesterday I got off work early and met her at bar by her house. She ordered one drink I had three. We were vibing well and knew we had limited time so we cashed out. She followed me to my truck sd she Ubered there I should give her ride home it would be worth it.
Yes, the pandemic changed everyoneās lives withing the blink of an eye. I was used to work long hours, head out on business trips all the time, spending time drinking with countless workmates and associates and fucking more or less everywhere around the world. But then, all of a sudden, full stop. Nothing was happening anymore. I was trapped in my home office. Stuck in a place where I normally wasnāt for more than three nights and half a day a week. Luckily for me, my place isnāt the smallest out there. 33 year old me had achieved something, at least regarding his bank account. But it all came to a cost: My private life just wasnāt existing anymore. All I knew was work. And people I knew from work.
After the sex club revelation, Alan was able to participate in our sex games. No longer did we have to have threesomes without him, oh he always knew, because we would send him videos, but now he was able to participate; and it was quite fun. We set some rules for our play though. Basically, just let your partner know that you are going to be fucking one of the others, that was the only rule. And it worked out great, until Alanās birthday party.
Seeing Maria, my wifeās sister, in her tiny bikini proved to be just too much. She left the pool area, giving her boyfriend Alan a long, wet kiss, before retreating to the kitchen to make some more drinks. The sun beat down on her perfect caramel skin, and she was showing a lot of skin. My wife, arguable hotter than Maria, was wearing an equally revealing bikini. Her long legs went for days until they met the teeny V shaped fabric that barely covered the space between her checks. She was on her tummy, tanning her back with her bikini top untied. I wanted to ravish her right there, in front of everyone! If it was only us four, I definitely would have, but there were others: Alanās friends, some family that had no clue we all swapped and fucked each otherās partners. The world isnāt ready for that, and not sure if it ever will be.
*Let me just begin by saying that Iām overwhelmed by the positive response to my [previous](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xt0yk9/my_childhood_friend_helped_me_get_over_my_ex/) two [stories](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xtowba/i_came_in_my_friends_ass_minutes_before_her/) about my time with Emma. To settle the matter once and for all: no we did not get married, but we remain very close friends to this day. Sheās married to a dear friend of mine and I love them both very much.*
*With that said, I do want to acknowledge that I only have three more stories about Emma that I think are worth sharing for a broad audience. Of course, we ended up having numerous amorous encounters during our five-week fling, but most of those were pretty straightforward and writing about them, cathartic though it might be, would get a little repetitive.*
*What I appreciated most about Emma was her ceaseless love of adventure, which made itself readily apparent in the bedroom. But todayās story is about a time when she took that love out of the bedroom, and into the great outdoors.*
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It would mean the world to me if you’d check it out and vote. The chapters are being approved once per day — starting with the lore page:
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There are cumflation scenes, lots of lactation, bisexual romance, permanent expansion, and the sexual ascent of our main character is a major theme. Please rate/comment!
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The story is very much a slow burn, and the payoffs are definitely worth it.
I was on top of her, with both hands holding her wrists above her head. We were both breathing heavily. Her dress is pulled off and her tits swaying back and forward as she struggles to escape my grasp. For a brief moment, she paused and broke character to give me directions. She looked up and said, āSlap me. Hard!ā
Sarah was your typical actress who came to New York to pursue her dream to become a star. She never did become famous. I had not seen her in anything, and I have no idea if she was a good actor or not. But, if our roleplaying were any indication, she was very believable. Sarah was a brunette, with big bright eyes. Petite, yet busty. She wore a pixie cut that showed off her cheekbones and freckles. Beautiful and forgettable all at once. On the outside, youād never suspect Sarah of being this kinky. She was sweet looking, kind, polite, and grew up religious. She was marriage material for most men, and the boys she dated were always proper with her, even when they were naked.
Iāve always been a boob guy, but one who ā not that anyone cares ā never had much luck with any of bustier women Iāve had a chance with. There have been near misses over the years, but Iāve almost never experienced āmore than a handfulā, as my gfs and hook-ups have been on the trim, petite side of thingsā¦
The one *very* memorable exception happened when I was 22 and at a Phish show in Tennessee. Lol. It was early fall and my friends and I were stoned and drunk and goofing around and vibing, like you do. We looked every bit the part with our shaggy hair, flip flops, and Dead paraphernalia, etc.
The couple immediately to my right in the crowd was less obviously part of the scene. Maybe they were fans of the opener, idk. They were both wearing jean jackets and cut off shorts and had a good bit of visible tattoo work. They were also older than us, Iād guess both early/mid 30s. The woman was dirty blond, while the guy looked like an ex-rocker with long brown hair and a mustache. Being the 22 year old horndog that I was, it didnāt take me long to notice the womanās deep cleavage, which was later revealed more fully when she took off her jacket. She was wearing a dark green tank top that was intended to show some skin, and it was clear that she was working with ā well, letās just say, a lot āāMore like soccer balls than grapefruitsā, was the way my dopey 22 year old self thought.
There is nothing better than having an extremely horny man at your beckon call, begging to have his cock sucked and his head tinkered with. You have the key to opening up their vulnerability as they approach the point wherein they feel they must climax.
There have been instances when I’ve loved subtly nudging a man and having him physically plead a bit. On the other hand, I like boosting their confidence by using foul language, mocking them, and revealing private portions of myself, like my ass (mirrors are your best friend here).
It’s a wonderful sensation to have a gentleman grasp your hair while he relaxes back, breathes deeper, and arches his back. Any time he mentions you by name or groans, I make him repeat it or I stop. Tell me how much you like it and how you just must have more of it (say please).
I can’t tell you how frequently I fantasize about sucking a dick. It’s no secret that my guy has a thing for head. Even while I know that many people dislike providing it, I find it very rewarding. I completely lose it when a guy’s cock pings out of his boxers.
The climax is the most dramatic point. When a man empties his full sack (which you’ve caressed and cradled) on you, I feel so powerful it’s ridiculous.
No one should look down on a man who cumes (huge compliment).
When you next suck cock or have your cock sucked, take full advantage of the experience. Word on the street is that high-quality bluffs are surprisingly few.
I feel really bad about this because I have a boyfriend, but I also felt really bad for my ex. I saw him over the weekend when I was hanging out with my friends. We have mutual friends so it wasn’t like it was weird that he was there or anything, but I was surprised.
We dated last year and the breakup was mutual so it wasn’t bad to see him again. In fact it was nice to catch up. We both had a little too much to drink though and we started to reminisce about things we shouldn’t have been talking about. It was fun at the time, but you shouldn’t really be talking about the hot sex you used to have with your ex when you have a boyfriend right?
Anyway, he eventually confessed that he still loved me, and would think about me a lot. He kept my picture and jerked off to them, and he hasn’t dated a girl that could compare. I was flattered, and a little turned on, but I mostly felt bad. He told me seeing me again brought up all these feelings and he really wanted me. And then he kissed me.