At some point in that late afternoon I caught myself staring out the diner’s window at the cars on the highway. It had been a quiet Wednesday so far. I had just finished refilling some customer’s coffee and wiping a couple of tables and there was nothing really left to do. That is, except for restocking the sugar and cream – but I could do that later.
I squeezed the damp cloth in my hand and let out a soft sigh. A lot had happened since the last time I worked here. I got married. I moved. Never in my worst nightmares had I imagined I’d find myself working as a waitress again, at the same spot I worked at when I was in my early twenties.
“Miss!”, the bus driver in the plaid shirt shouted from across the room. He lifted his cup. More coffee. Sure.
By the time I returned my gaze to the window it had started to rain. I made my way to the kitchen and put my head through the swinging door. “It’s started to rain, boys. You may expect more movement around here for the next hour or so.”
It feels almost sad to say that the possibility to have more customers coming in due to the rain was the most exciting part of my week so far. But it was true. I was definitely at a low point in my life and even though I was still 27, a part of me felt older and miserable. The chores were tiring. The libido was gone. The wild career plans had gone to shit.
Suddenly, I heard a bell and the clinking sound of coins or keys in a pocket. I look up and immediately stop my pacing. This tall, charming figure looks at me with a smirk. He’s wearing a cowboy hat that would look ridiculous if it didn’t fit so perfectly with his persona. His shirt is a bit wet on the shoulders and his boots leave wet prints on the floor. A sudden heat seems to take over my body. I question myself why on Earth have I found him so sexy, but I can’t seem to find the answer.
“Good evening, gorgeous”, he says. Gorgeous? Really? That’s corny.
I look at his eyes and find them glancing at the name tag on my top. “Katherine, right?”, he says. “Can I get some coffee? Hot.”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t go for a cold one in this rain”, I reply.
He walks past me, his shoulder almost rubbing against mine, and sits on a booth by the window. “I suppose”, he nods, taking off his hat and revealing his grayish hair. I’d guess he was about 20 years older than me. No ring. Beard. I turned around to get his coffee, his face imprinted in my head as my thoughts went wild. The way that guy sparked my interest made me feel like I hadn’t felt in a long time, and God knows how much I ached to feel wanted again, and how much I needed to want someone as badly as I wanted him.
[Cuckold] I recently got to try sloppy seconds for the first time
My wife was very nervous and shy about being shared for the first time. It was an idea that had turned me on for years, but she always said that she would probably be too awkward and shy to try it, despite being a little curious and slightly turned on by the idea herself. It was about six months ago that she actually started to come around to the idea and seemed to want to discuss it more, and then she told me that I could start looking for someone online if I wanted to, but we would have to get to know him online for at least a few months before meeting in person. I’ll never forget how my heart started racing when she said that.
[PI] Dominance doesn’t come from nowhere, if she wanted to be more confident in everyday life, she’d have to be more submissive in the bedroom. [F26/M25] [Submission] [Dominance]
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I’ve struggled with my confidence for the longest time, something that I’m sure many other girls can relate to. For as long as I could remember, I’ve let others run everything in my life. Maybe it was because of the way I looked.
Even at 26, I was smaller than the average woman, petite and thin. I had just enough curves to be correctly identified as an adult woman, but not enough to compare to others my age, nor to attract the male gaze. I was far from the féminin ideal. Men passed by me daily and women weren’t threatened by my presence.
At the very least, I’d been with a few men before, so I wasn’t totally inexperienced with the other gender. Though, it had been nothing more than flings and hookups.
That much, though it hurt me to no end, I could deal with.
What I could not deal with, was my lack of confidence and general urgency over my actions. At times I felt more like a third-party passenger than an actual person. I’d let others decide things about me that they should have no agency over, without ever being able to muster any pushback. Yeah, I was that bad.
Within Arms Reach
It had been a little over a week since she arrived at Evelyn’s apartment. The small space where bright sunlight filtered through the large window and where the air felt welcoming and calm had quickly become cramped and the air now felt heavy and unbearably thick.
She sat on the bed with her arms around her knees, her fists balled around the soft fleece of the oversized beige sweater she wore and her chin rested on the black fabric of her pants. The book she had been reading lay open at her bare feet, her eyes grazed the text but she couldn’t make them focus on the words. And the small table-top lamp no longer gave her enough light to read by comfortably. A continuous barrage of clicking sounds assaulted her ears from the moment she opened her book early in the afternoon until now, when she could no longer bare to look at the page any longer.
She looked over at the source of the noise, the illumination of three computer screens highlighted a crouched silhouette. She watched as he typed furiously, looking from one screen to the next, and thought about how she had not seen him move from that place all day. She sighed and looked away, her long brown hair falling over her shoulder as she picked up her cell phone.
HER Cock – Tina is horny after her conversation with Jan. She decides to tease Jan with Hank at the center of the teasing (Part 2) [F/M, 28-40, BJ, straight sex]
See part 1 for the conversation between Tina and Jan.
Tina went about the rest of her day trying to keep focused, but she couldn’t get her conversation with Jan out of her head. She felt terrible for Jan. She’d felt that itch a few times when Hank had been away on business. Wanting a cock and not having Hank there had been torture. Sure, masturbating had taken the edge off, but it wasn’t the same thing. And she’d only had to deal with it for a few days until Hank came back from his trip. Jan had been dealing with it for nearly three years! She could see just how cock hungry Jan was by how turned on she’d been just asking questions about Hank’s cock.
Her cock, she corrected herself. She owned Hank’s cock. And he’d better not stick it anywhere she didn’t say, or he’d be sorry. But she knew Hank would never do that. He was as devoted a husband and father as there was. Still, the thought of it being her cock, that she controlled it, filled her with an odd sense of power.
[FM] I (F24) have found my new favorite thing
So my man (m25) has been creampieing me a lot lately. And it’s been such a turn on. BUT I’ve found my new favorite thing to do after he creampies me.
I usually cum during sex, but recently I’ve been trying to see how many times I can cum while we’re fucking. He always gives me countdowns to when I can cum and it’s such a turn on.
So after he creampies me when my clit is suuuuuper sensitive, he puts my vibrator right into my pussy and puts it on full speed and thrusts it in and out of my pussy super rough. It’s so hot because my pussy juice mixes with his cum and it feels so good.
Highly recommend 🤤🤤🤤
First Date
There it is again, that single notification that makes my body respond immediately. The single notification that I await and anticipate daily. That text from “him”. It started out simple enough, the typical online dating app, before the exchange of numbers. It didn’t bother me that he was 12 years older than me. In fact, I enjoy it.
He always knows exactly what to say to me, exactly what drives me wild. Yet, at the same time he is also one of the most caring men I have ever met. I can tell that he wants a family someday. A woman that he can call his own. If only he would see me in that light – perhaps it is our age?
My heart begins racing even more than normal upon reading his message. He wants me to meet him, but in his office?! We’ve only been talking for a few weeks, and this is the first night we are supposed to go on a proper date. It’s kind of strange that he wants me to meet him at his place of work, but I suppose he trusts me? He says it would make more sense, since his car is there any way and I have classes. The mysterious part is that I don’t even know what this man looks like. For all I know he could be some sort of serial killer, but I guess that’s part of the thrill these days. At least we are meeting in public.
[MF] Worshiping a man
In college I (19F) read about penis envy. To my understanding is that it was about the power men have, as compared to being a woman. But the truth was that I never felt powerless and had no problem with men having power. I feel, that a lot of the power needs to be in men’s hands and not women’s. We just don’t think like men do.
For me I have always been attracted to men with power, money, position. For example, not being attracted to homeless men, mommy boys, low caste men, men who work in low paying professions. A hot date was with a rich man, never a school teacher.
I got to thinking about exactly what it would be like to have a penis. Like between your legs. I tried these strap-on dildos with other women. But really, it cannot be the same. A dick with balls, wide shoulders, strong hands, a commanding voice. When a man says “spread your legs I’m going to fuck you” it sounds different than a woman with a strap on. No matter how big the dildo is.
[F] A weirdly interesting experience at the gym
One day earlier this month, I was at the gym in the morning at dawn, as usual. I had just gotten there, and I was stretching before my workout. A guy, around 20, who I had seen before but never talked to, came and said “Hey how are you today?” He seemed like a nice guy, so I didn’t mind chatting. After some small talk, I got a feeling that he assumed that I knew him. I asked “I’m sorry, do I know you?” He laughed and was a little embarrassed. He said “Umm yeah we’ve met before.” I replied “We have? I am so sorry, I don’t recollect it.” Then he made me guess where I had seen him before, which was a fun little game, but I couldn’t figure it out. Then he told me that he used to date the girl my son is currently dating, and then I remembered that I had seen him recently with her at a restaurant, and I had a brief chat with both of them. I replied “I’m sorry I didn’t know you two dated before.” He said “Oh well” and avoided the topic but I couldn’t keep myself from cracking a joke and said “Oh well at least she’s doing better in that regard” and laughed and gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder. He laughed and checked me out and said “I wouldn’t be too sure about that.” It looked like he wanted to say something more but stopped himself.
Catching up with a high school crush – Part 2 [MF]
This is the second part of a love affair with an old crush from high school. You can read part one here: [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/124z9za/catching_up_with_a_high_school_crush_part_1_mf/). This happened about a month ago. Hope you enjoy it.
“You’re bad” she texted back. A few minutes later, she texted “Maybe… 🤭”
The rest of the party was a bit of a blur. I was mainly thinking about Emily and her tight little body. Around midnight, I Ubered back to my hotel. I was grateful that my company upgraded my room to an upper level room with an incredible view of the bay.
About half an hour later, she texted, “I’m here, but I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be nervous, just come on up. Room 2120”
A few minutes later, I heard a faint tap at the door. I opened the door to see her standing there looking a little sheepish. I grabbed her hand and said, “Come on, I have something to show you.” We walked over to the balcony that overlooked the San Diego bay. The night lights reflected on the water and made for a beautiful scene.