Getting back to my naughty sel[F]

Due to an unfortunate event, I had to take a break from swinging since the start of the year. But I’ve been through too much and overcome so much to be anyone’s victim or let their horrible decisions keep me down for long.

I’m slowly getting back to my old self thanks to the passage of time, an understanding hubby, lots of therapy, and my old friend, Rivers. While I may not be quite ready to reenter the LS, I’m not exactly missing it since Rivers is keeping me plenty busy.

This is the tale of one of our adventures that occurred around the holidays. If you read my previous post involving him, you’ll know how skilled he is at making me cum from thousands of miles away with a little help from the Lovense Ferri and his words.

Anyways, I was out shopping for stocking stuffers when I got a message from Rivers. I let him know what I was up and that I actually had my toy with me but I was about to start driving to my next destination.

Daydreaming of Your Hunger

I am daydreaming of you, naked, hungry.

I’m laying you down on your stomach, oiling you up for a massage. Your skin is so warm, almost hot. As I start to work at the space between your muscles, I feel you move under me. I hear your little whimpers of pleasure. I feel the air fill and empty from your lungs as I stroke your back in a slow rythmn.

I’m straddling your legs, naked. The perfect, smooth curves of your butt press against my cock every time I lean forward. With each stretch, I swell a little harder. As I grow, more of you envelopes me, and soon the length of me is laying nestled, rigid, along the full length of your bum. I lean back for a moment and make sure to spread some oil, cool from the bottle, down over the shape and muscles of your ass. I make sure to use a little too much so the extra finds its way into every nook, every gap.

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I ended up fucking my neighbour [F]

I had been eyeing my neighbor for months, ever since he moved in down the street. He was tall, muscular, and had an air of confidence about him that made me weak in the knees. One night, I decided to take a chance and work up the courage to approach him.

I knocked on his door, and when he opened it, I was struck by his piercing blue eyes and the way his hair fell over his forehead. I asked him if he would like to come over for drinks, and he agreed.

When he arrived, I served us both a glass of wine, and we talked for a while about our lives and our interests. Soon, I could feel the chemistry between us growing, and I could feel my heart racing as he got closer.

Before I knew it, he had me pressed up against the wall and was kissing me hungrily. We moved to the bedroom and continued exploring each other’s bodies. He removed my clothing piece by piece, and I trembled as his hands caressed my curves.

Fun in the cinema [MF]

My (M30s) hot partner (F30s) and I once decided to have some fun in the cinema.

First a word about her. She is a petite milf in her 30s. I love everything about her, inside and out. It isn’t just about the sex, but I’ll focus on that here for obvious reasons… suffice to say she oozes sex appeal to me, from her raven hair to her freckled high cheek bones, her deep brown eyes which are sometimes behind her glasses that give her a sexy librarian look, to her tits and nips like bullets, her squeezable ass and thighs I just wanna eat, and that fucking awesome clean shaven pussy that makes her shake in ecstasy so easily, from my cock, fingers and mouth. I am never happier than when I am inside this fucking angel, watching her writhe, and listening to her breathless orgasms.

We had a free day without our kids. We had a great fuck in the morning. Beforehand I told her I thought we should do something she’d suggested a while back – her giving me a blowjob in a cinema. I said I wasn’t sure it’d be possible but I would definitely like to finger her and for her to try giving me a handjob.

10 Years Ago – Another Slut Story 38 [F]

Some of you have read my stories of my younger days (when I was in my late 20s) and others haven’t. Well here’s the story of how I was tied up and fucked into oblivion. He did all the things I love including spanking and slapping, tying me up, and forced orgasms. I was 28 or 29 and he was in his 50s.

I’m not quite sure how it all started, but after work one day, I was meeting him in his hotel room and I walked in wearing nothing but a dress. To say my pussy was wet when I walked in is an understatement.

Immediately, he pulled my dress off, pushed me on the bed and plunged his fingers deep in me. And hell, his fat fingers felt so good in me that I was moaning and grinding into them. His thumb found its way to my clit as he forced me into my first orgasm of the evening.

My Last Day With Dignity part 1 – Involuntarily exposed [MF20] [Blackmailing] [Exhibitionism] [Anxious good girl turned bad]

Originally posted on [eroliterature.com](https://www.eroliterature.com/stories/my-last-day-with-dignity_fb40a277) by me

This is a story about how I, Annie, a straight-A goody girl with a crush on the German exchange student Mark, was stripped of my self-dignity after commiting one, admittedly perverted, mistake.

We were on a field trip as part of our college studies in biology to a lake in the mountains and lived in a set of barracks owned by our school in the vicinity of an old research building.

Going on a field trip does something to you. Living in a remote place with all of your classmates creates an intimacy and sense of freedom that one never experiences in the normal class room or the corridors of the campus.

It all started on the bus ride to the location, where I had the great luck of sitting next to my crush. Mark is the most handsome, funny and intelligent guy I have ever met. He is the stereotype of the typical manly German: well-built, blond hair and amazing blue eyes, but also incredible humor and intelligence, and he had a slight german accent that I found oh so sexy. He got to our college thanks to a top-brass stipend that is only awarded to the best performing students of Germany.

I [M] am a Massage Therapist and Finally Crossed The Line with my Recurring Client [F], PT 10

As promised, we’ll continue right where we left off in [part 9](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/121smvl/i_m_am_a_massage_therapist_and_love_when_my/). Sarah, my recurring massage client who I had started giving sensual massages to, was in my apartment after our first true at home date, recovering from her first orgasm of the night after quite a bit of teasing and massage.

We left off with Sarah face down on the table, breathing heavily and relaxing into my touch as I gently caressed her scalp and back, letting her come back down to earth. After a few minutes, she finally spoke, telling me “I think that was the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had from just clit stuff … wow”.

___________ Part 10

I responded, smiling to such a compliment, “yeah, it definitely seemed intense.”

I bent down and placed some small kisses along her shoulder and arm, and she softly said that she might need a break, that she was starting to feel a little sensitive. I pulled my hand out from between her thighs and kissed around the back of her neck, then asked if she wanted to flip over so I could massage her front.

Part 2: The doctor gives me an intimate exam [MF]

***Note:*** *This took place immediately after the events described [here](https://reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11x541p/i_gave_a_doctor_a_prostate_exam_with_my_tongue_mf/?ref=share&ref_source=link).*

Our hands were still together, exploring my wetness, when I felt his fingers start to slow. I looked up from where I was nuzzled into his chest and saw that his eyelids were heavy. *Oh my god, is he about to fall asleep? I can’t bel- wait. I remember being this exhausted.*

“A little sleepy there, bud?” *Bud? Really? Why do I open my mouth?*

He widened his eyes in a poor attempt to keep them open. “No! I’m just relaxed…and maybe a little tired. I feel so bad, I want to make you cum. I just…need to shut my eyes for a minute.”

I suppressed an eye roll. *A minute? Sure, okay*. But he was so relaxed. *Relaxed enough to nod off. He looks like a baby angel*. “Don’t worry about it, you deserve a little rest.”

Eyes still closed, he slipped his pants back on then pulled me closer and nestled in, one arm wrapped around my shoulder and the other still holding my hand. *Annnnd I’m trapped*. I laid there, tucked securely under his arm, listening to his heart beat as I felt his chest rise and fall with each breath. *It’s too bad I don’t nap.* My eyes started to feel heavy. *I’ll just close my eyes and enjoy feeling another person next to me…*

What I Cannot Have – A Married Woman’s Confession (Cheating, Female Desire)

I have only ever had sex with my husband. He’s the man for me, and I want to be with him forever.

My husband is good to me. He always goes slow and eats me out, making me cum. He is focused on my pleasure first. Most women would crave this. But for me it is normal.

I want what I don’t have. I want a man who just cannot contain himself. Someone who tells me to get on my knees and suck his cock like a whore. Someone who calls me a slut and just shoves his dick inside me, without a condom. Someone who just fucks me rough and takes what they want for themselves.

I want a man who just wants a good time, and will take that good time from me. He will make my pussy sore and make me squirt just from his raw passion.

I love my husband, but my pussy desires something “extra”.

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