[MF] Her First Vibrator.

A while back my girlfriend(F25) and I(M26) were laying in bed cooling down after long sweaty sex. We began talking about stuff we had done in the past with other people and I asked her if she had ever used or owned a vibrator, or had someone use one on her. She began to blush and became very nervous. I consoled her a little and then pressed for further information. Turns out she’s never tried a vibrator. I began to tell her about it. How in the past when I was younger an ex GF of mine used to love when I held her little pink bullet vibrator on her clit while I fucked her and how hard it would make her cum on my cock. This intrigued my girl very much and turned her on a little bit.

I started to touch my girl while telling her we should try one out and that I would order one for her right then. She got nervous and expressed her concerns. However I hopped on Amazon and started showing her different sex toys. This was eye opening for her as she had never really dove into this realm before. We browsed for about an hour, I explained to her what different types of toys are used for and answered any questions she had. She eventually decided on a pink wand style vibrator. I clicked buy with next day shipping and we waited.

The Stranger in the Library [F22 M30] [Public] [1st]

I had seen him around before, but we had never talked. Occasionally I would catch a glimpse of him looking at me, his eyes briefly growing hungry before turning away. I had been too shy to say anything, to get closer, and all the things I wanted him to do had remained a fantasy… until today.

It was late by the time I arrived at the library, only half an hour or so until closing. It was quiet; the usual groups of students were gone, no kids running across the floor, no assistants to hush them. I almost held my breath as I slipped past the desk and in between the massive shelves filled to the brim with books, my fingers mindlessly tracing their backs as I went.

I was about to pick up a copy of *Alice in Wonderland* when I heard steps approaching. I glanced over my shoulder, my heart skipping a beat when I saw him. He was standing at the edge of the section, his dark eyes fixed to mine.

“You’re here later than usual,” he said.

I stared at him for a moment, unsure of what to say. “…yes. I got caught up studying.”

One wild Invite (first time being a bull)[MFM]

So the night this happened I was super bored. Like have you ever been so bored you just swipe right on anything and not pay attention? Anyway I got match from a couple near me. This profile was controlled by the husband. He asked me “if I was into double teaming and gang bangs”… I was honest and said I have never tried it. He asked me to text them. We were in a group message and we exchanged pics. A little about me I’m 30, very muscular and I like to lift weights and body build. So I started off with showing them my abs and arms. Loosened up the conversation. They sent pics of themselves. She was beautiful brown hair blue eyes 5’2 135 lbs. She had big boobs and the perfect ass. That’s when the first question from her was asked…. “can we see it?” Now I’m not trying to brag but if God gifted me anything it was an above average size cock. 7 inches and fat. As soon as I sent the picture they sent their address.

[M]y wi[F]e and I had out first Soft Swap last night

About 2 weeks ago, my wife and I (30 and 31, respectively) are we’re out on a date day in our city’s downtown area, and we met this really nice couple (M33, F24), Dave and Emily. Dave was taller, light facial hair. Emily was tiny, 5’4 tops, 90 pounds soaking wet, and skinny. Im 5’8 subtle dad bod but by no means heavy. My wife is about 5’6, slim with a nice round ass and perky tits. We ended up hitting it off and added each other all on FB. A week goes by and out of nowhere, he texts my wife and asks if we’re swingingers. His girlfriend was Bi and wanted to experiment more with girls, via my wife. My wife was super interested and with my agreement, pressed forward. Long story short, they came over and before that, we all agreed to take it slow and just see where the night went

Steph Takes Control Of Rehearsal [F26/M40+][teasing][light dom][oral][PIV]

This story includes excerpts from the play *Our Town*, by Thornton Wilder. Any text in italics is a line from the play. If you don’t want spoilers from the play, maybe skip this story! I used the Samuel French publication for reference. Thank you for reading!

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I was tired from moving around the country nonstop for two years working in an endless stream of regional theaters. Some contracts were a midsummer nights dream. Others made me feel like I had hay fever. I’d played huge roles like Laura in The Glass Menagerie all the way to odd servants or comedic relief characters in a Shakespeare festival.

I made friends, filled up my resume, and grinded the fuck out of my career in the theatre.

Getting offered roles, making friends, and seeing the country kept me going. But I felt something shifting towards the negative. All this grinding was for what? To play bigger roles in theaters that no one’s ever heard of? To serve a career that would ultimately be in New York? Maybe make it to Broadway? Was that it?

How I met up with my ex on vacation with our families, and “raped” her–consensually, of course. [MF]

I watched outside the sliding glass door of the ski chalet as Priya stepped into her room. It was cold outside, and I was eager to get inside and warm up. Warm up inside of her: she wore a white bathrobe set off beautifully against her olive skin, tied carelessly at the waist and almost giving anyone spying on her a glimpse of her dusky breasts.

Here I was. I was going to rape her.

Let me back up. It’s not what you think.

The fact is, Priya and I grew up together. We lived next door to each other from the time we were toddlers till… Well, forever. Our parents still live next door, and are close friends. As kids, we always played together, going over to one another’s houses constantly, having family barbecues weekly, walking to school together and doing homework in each other’s rooms.

As you might imagine, we drifted apart as we got older.

Yet, if this change were apparent to our parents, they gave no indication. If I were ever home on a Friday or Saturday night, they’d casually suggest I call Priya and see if she were busy. I’m sure both sets of parents fantasized about us getting married, and family vacations together with a cadre of Irish-Indian kids toddling around.

I fucked my best friend’s Mum [MF] – Part 2

[There’s a Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x52fiq/i_fucked_my_best_friends_mum_mf/)

Hey. Me again, can’t stop thinking about Susan [F45]. Damn. Many women came after her, but sometimes just lay awake at night jerking off about her. Tommy [M 20] never suspected of what I did, and I still think it’s better that way, nothing good would come out of him knowing how I [M20] fucked his mum, and this second time, right under his nose.

After fucking her in the kitchen, I got a thing both for older women and fucking in risky situations. I mean it, as I grew older, fucking in public was just a necessity as big as fucking. The risk of getting caught made everything so damn good.

I went by Tommy’s house, to chill, play some games, and hang around mostly. He’s a good friend, and always will be in my heart. But our differences were considerable, and all I could think about while we played call of duty was his mum, her hips, her dripping wet pussy, and gorgeous breasts.

[MF] At the Fire Station

So the fire station is an interesting place. You have 10 people living together for 48 hours at a time. Eat together, go on calls together, basically always have someone around. Except in your bunk.

I’m the officer on an engine and have 3 other people on the truck. The driver and two firefighters in the back. One of the firefighters just so happens to be a female. We would always flirt a little and make comments but never do anything. Well I ended up switching stations and we would continue to text throughout the shift. One day she had found a NSFW post of mine and our relationship turned from a little flirting to us sending pictures and videos to each other. Our snap chat sessions turned into us playing while we were at different fire stations.

One day I worked an overtime at her station. In the morning when she was coming into work I was leaving to another station. I saw her walking around staring at her ass in her uniform. Her tits were on display with her tight shirt hugging her body. As she was checking the truck in the morning, I walked up to her and asked if I could get something out of her bunk. She of course said yes and walked to her bunk as I followed behind.

An Olympic conquest with my oldest friend. [MMF]

2012 was an excellent year for me for a number of reasons. I want to tell a story about that summer, one that I probably wouldn’t have shared other than for the prompt for this month’s competition.

I live in the UK and (arguably) the most notable thing to happen in the UK in 2012 was the London Olympics. Summers were a particularly good time for me back then because I was working as a teacher and had a long (6 or 7) week holiday.

Being young and single with a little bit of money in my pocket, I tended to spend very little time at home during this extended period off work and would head off seeking adventure. An old friend from my own school days, Simon, was living in London at the time and we’d had a plan for a couple of years that I would come down to stay at his place and take in as many of the events as we could get to during the day and go out and have some fun each night.

Flirting with the Devil – [M/32] [F/27] [BDSM] [Anal] [CnC][D/s] [Forced] [Spanking/Pain/Torture/Rough]

*****To be on the safe and overly cautious side, if you have triggers of any kind, please do not read my content.*****

I have finally had it. Everything is unsatisfying. I have been the good girl my whole life and after spending the last five years at the bank working my way up, being polite, wearing my nice pencil skirts and blouses, I have officially had it. I had nearly straight A’s in college and barely knew what the definition of a frat party was. Then I got my job at the bank and being little Miss Perfect just continued. Everything about me and my life is typical, predictable, mundane, boring, and more than vanilla.
Get a tattoo? Nope, Cassandra would never do that.

Show up to work hungover after a Thursday night happy hour that lasted too long. Never.
Have sex on the first date. Not Cassandra.

I don’t know what happened, but I can’t live like this anymore. My life isn’t fulfilling, not even something I look forward to anymore. Granted, I can’t just quit my job at the bank, but outside of those 40 hours a week, I have to find something else to do with my time. Something exciting. Find a passion about something. Anything but continuing on the road I am on.