It was a remarkably windy day today – I didn’t know this when I decided to wear a short, flowy dress out for drinks. I didn’t wear panties, I hate them but should have worn today. As I was walking to the bar, a huge gust of wind blew up my dress, exposing me basically from my waist down. The first time I don’t think anyone saw but the second time I know multiple cars saw me. I blushed so much but also got so horny from it. I couldn’t see their faces but I know one man’s head was turned and didn’t move. I’ve gone out before with my tits out but my pussy is another level.
Let Me Take Care of You [F4M] [18+] [Sweet] [Beginning] [Stress Relief] [Passionate] [Kissing] [Relaxing] [Teasing] Wanting] [Pleasure]
I turn over in the bed in the middle of the night half asleep and expecting to feel your body beside me. I run my hand over your side only to fully wake and sit up and look around the dimly lit room.
I couldn’t see you at all, so I get up from the bed, pull on my kimono and wrap it around me as I walk out of the room. I make my way downstairs looking for a light on, hoping to find your existence somewhere in the house. I call out your name a few times to no avail. I make my way downstairs, only to turn a corner and see your back as you sit on the couch. I sigh relief as I see you and make my way over to you.
“Hey honey” I whisper as I approach you and put my hand on your neck and gently rub it as I sit on the couch arm and place my feet beside you as I look at you.
You breathe in and sigh out, reaching for my knees and rub it with your hand without looking at me.
A Dragon’s Hunger [mf] [monster] [dubcon] [oral] [mhuman;fdragon] [fluffy]
Everyone knows that dragons prefer virgins — I had just always assumed that meant female virgins. Evidently not, though, or not always. When Saerisa the Mighty Green Dragon landed in front of me while I was in the middle of plowing my field, I thought she meant to eat me.
She did, eventually, just not in the way I had expected.
“I suppose that you’ll do, human,” she rumbled, peering at me with enormous green eyes, while sniffing the air around me, “I can smell it on you.” She must have been twice as tall as me, and three times as long, with scales like deep glittering emeralds.
Smell it? Smell what? Mildly offended, I raised a hand to my chest, forgetting the fear that had filled me upon her unexpected arrival. “I bathed last week,” I objected, while simultaneously understanding that arguing with a dragon about my hygiene was a little strange. “And you don’t smell so wonderful yourself.” She smelled a bit of carrion and sulfur; not a pleasant mixture, in my opinion, but I hadn’t planned on starting out with that fact. She did have lovely eyes, though. Faceted, like a gemstone.
I’m (m27) fucking a married Arab Muslim hijabi (F31) [MF]
Little bit of disclaimer:
First and foremost. I got consent to post some of these confessions/stories. She is completely aware as long as we use anonymous and fake names. Secondly. I’m in the mood to post these cause she is currently observing Ramadan so I’m seeing her a lot less often.
Onto the good part
At the time of this story I was 25. I met Sara a couple of years ago through mutual friends. She’s related to a good friend of mine who invited me over to his graduation for college . I saw her for the first time there and even met her husband . We chatted a bit as I was being introduced to the fam but I was completely infatuated from the jump.
She was 31 at the time and despite wearing the hijab stunningly beautiful. I could tell she was thick in the right places yeah not thick in others. From the first moment I saw her I immediately thought about all the things I’d do with her. As a matter of fact seeing her made me go extra wild on my girlfriend at the time when I saw her that night.
[MF] Sexy Sunday Snuggle – Reunion with my wife part 2
This is a continuation of my [last story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/129q82a/mf_had_a_hot_reunion_with_my_wife_yesterday/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button).
It was a lazy Sunday and it was early afternoon before I decided to do anything productive. This meant getting up and putting some pants on so I walked back to the bedroom where I thought my wife was taking a nap. Instead she was still awake and asked me to snuggle with her.
More snuggle time being part of my plan to help rekindle her libido I gladly climbed in beside her, me in just my boxers her s t shirt and panties. We are both laying on our sides facing each other, me with my arm wrapped over top of her pulling her close and her face buried in my chest. We shared a few kisses while my hand gently caressed her back under the shirt, slowly back and forth, up and down. Eventually my hand finds its way to her thick booty, which is how we stay for some time.
After a while she rolls over, planting that soft round ass right up on my crotch. In rolling over her shirt already pulled up a bit making it easy to slide my hand up and get a handful of her soft, plump c cups with nipples that were already hard.
Tuesdays with Marcus – Part 2 [MF] [20s] [interracial]
**[PART 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/12b4kpm/tuesdays_with_marcus_part_1_mf_20s_interracial/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)**
After Shelley’s long day of classes that Wednesday—made even longer by her choice to start the day off by working out—she finally walked through the front door at around 7:30 pm.
I glanced over at her and smiled as I finished plating the piping hot roasted chicken with herb potatoes I prepared for us. The timing worked out perfectly.
“Hope you’re hungry,” I greeted her.
“Starving.”
She started to walk to the couch and I stopped her with a holler.
“Hey!”
My love looked over as I stared at her, vexed, waiting for her to realize why I demanded her attention.
After a few seconds, she let out an “oh” of acknowledgment. She walked over to me as I put down the hot pan and gave me a quick kiss.
“I’m sorry. I’ve just had a long day. My brain is running on fumes.”
It wasn’t like either of us to be the last one to arrive home and not greet the other with a kiss straight away. In fact, it had seemingly become some sort of unspoken routine. Aside from kicking off our shoes or hanging up a coat, it was always the very first thing we did. The fact that she didn’t do it here was frankly off-putting. I had to tell myself not to read into it much.
Tuesdays with Marcus – Part 1 [MF] [20s] [interracial]
“Yo, Marcus!” I yelled down the corridor from my building’s front entrance as my upstairs neighbour was waiting for the elevator. He waited till I got a little closer to reply.
“Hey, Daniel! What’s cooking?”
“Not much.” I made my way to his right and joined him in wait for our ride.
“How’s Shelley?” he asked. “If you all are gonna be goin’ at it again tonight, lemme know. I’ll wear earplugs,” he said with a chuckle.
I nervously laughed as well, not knowing anyone could hear us from the comfort of our own apartment.
“Jeez,” I tried to play it off with swagger, “I didn’t take you to be such a prude, pal.”
The elevator doors opened and we both hopped on. I pressed 11; Marcus, 12.
“Nah, bro,” he started, “I’m just yanking your chain. I guess I gotta be gentle though; it sounds like you had your chain yanked a lot last night.”
“Ugh, yeah. She’s wild, man.”
“I could imagine. It was basically you making all the noise.”
[FM] It was my best bud’s birthday so I let him fuck my ass and sucked his dick while he built plastic warhammer models [Part 1]
Well, it’s my cake day so I decided to write this in the little time I have today I wrote this basically in an hour or so… here’s a story of anal, blow jobs, and model building for my best bud’s Birthday from last year /shrug
How things have changed this year… but I still remember the day I met my childhood best friend. I dreamt of the day when he tiptoed into my mind that fateful day.
I remember I was dropped off by my overbearing mother at the local YMCA, and let loose from the prison that was my home. It was a pretty gross hot humid summer day and my young chonker self hated to exercise at the time. Now I’m a compulsive runner /shrug
All the memories and the daydreams filled with a summer haze inside my mind as I sat by myself in that empty cafeteria area. I glanced at the printed time sheet my mom had given me. Basketball? Floor hockey? Dodgeball? Gross. Bored senseless, but still refusing to exercise in a small act of defiance towards my mother. I threw crumpled up the sheet into the garbage. Instead, I read the same tired old fantasy book lost in its world until a squeak of a chair startled me from reverie.
[FM] Coffee meet with Julie (31) and the start of her plug training
I try not to play locally, it’s just easier and more discreet when I travel but sometimes you make exceptions and Julie was one such exception.
I had just created a profile with a Tinder-rival that’s a bit more kink leaning and while it sports a much smaller user base it is more targeted. After two or three days I received a like from JL, cute pictures but a bit of a question mark in regards to what she was looking for. We did the typical surface level song and dance. Once I screened for red flags I was a bit more open and direct with what I was looking for. Feeling more comfortable Julie admitted to me that she was mainly looking to have her ass trained and thought my previous experience could help with that.
Fast forward about a week and we have plans to meet for morning coffee. I pick a spot close to her place as she is not a morning person.
Julie is a younger curly haired 31 year old brunette, 5’5 and thick-ish. You first notice her hair followed by her breasts and ass to follow. Great vanilla facade that hides the kinks well, we are very similar in that way.
Coeds Trading Their Bodies for Grades p3 (M35/F19/F19) (college) (professor) (office) (MFF) (threesome)
Anthony was having another dream semester. Some research was being published, and in between research and grading, his two sexy coeds would sneak into his office to get fucked. Erin and Camilla worked hard for their grades, either on their knees or bent over his desk getting their tight little bodies pounded.
He’d kept them separate, relying on his performance to buy Camilla’s secrecy, but as he wrapped a review session for their upcoming test, he saw them share whispers and looks. Anthony didn’t like losing control of the situation again. He knew the chat wasn’t innocent when they both met his eye and winked.
Later that evening, Anthony was finishing up some work when a knock signified his fucktoy for the night had arrived. He tried not to look surprised when both sexy coeds walked in and sat down. “Hey professor,” they said in unison, both batting their eyelashes flirtatiously. Erin continued in a seductive voice, “I know our deal was only for homework assignments, but we were hoping we could work something out for this test coming up.”