The most intense four hours of my life [FF] – Part 3

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifn748/the_most_intense_four_hours_of_my_life_ff_part_1/) * [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifn9dd/the_most_intense_four_hours_of_my_life_ff_part_2/) * [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifnap9/the_most_intense_four_hours_of_my_life_ff_part_3/) * [Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifncgx/the_most_intense_four_hours_of_my_life_ff_part_4/) * [Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifndno/the_most_intense_four_hours_of_my_life_ff_part_5/)

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Afterwards, I lay in a helpless heap, totally unable to move. She cuddled down next to me, her hands grazing over my curves in a soothing rhythm. We might have even slept; I suspect I did, as the next thing I was aware of was the delicious chill of her glass wand tracing delicately over first one nipple, then the next.

It’s a thing of wonder, that wand; a rounded rod, with a bulb at one end, and smooth raised dots over the shaft. So simple, but so effective. The way its initial cold exaggerates every touch, and then transmutes to the familiarity of body warmth, is delightful. She trailed the tip down over my belly, over my mound, and slid the textured side down over my clit. She rested it there against me, moving it almost imperceptibly so the bumps tantalised me. Read more »

The most intense four hours of my life [FF] – Part 2

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifn748/the_most_intense_four_hours_of_my_life_ff_part_1/) * [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifn9dd/the_most_intense_four_hours_of_my_life_ff_part_2/) * [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifnap9/the_most_intense_four_hours_of_my_life_ff_part_3/) * [Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifncgx/the_most_intense_four_hours_of_my_life_ff_part_4/) * [Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifndno/the_most_intense_four_hours_of_my_life_ff_part_5/)

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The crescendo began again, poco a poco; mouth on mouth, lips on nipples, skin on skin. Her fingers slid between us again, sliding through the veritable pool of wetness between us, over my swollen clit, teasing and stroking until I was writhing with my back arched. I barely managed to meet her eyes and gasp “don’t stop! Don’t you fucking dare stop!” before pleasure flooded through me. I grabbed her hand and pressed it against me as I came, rubbing against it in the involuntary thrusting of a much-needed orgasm, and she kept it pressed there as I fell back into serenity, broken only by intermittent throbs, twitches and gasps.

When I could compose myself enough to open my eyes, she met them with a mischievous look- and wiggled the fingers that rested on me. I gasped in sensitive response, but she kept her movements delicate, barely there, and I never quite had to pull away. Gently, gently, she circled my clit, her fingers frictionless against me, barely touching, barely rubbing, but always there, sliding smoothly through my slipperiness until I could feel that throbbing pleasure start to build again. Read more »

The most intense four hours of my life [FF] – Part 1

It’s been a couple of months since I [finally got lady-laid](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hebygc/finally_found_what_ive_been_missing/), and honestly it just keeps getting better. Neither of us are spring chickens, and while we may not have the flexibility nor the figures we once had, the experience and sexual knowledge more than makes up for it. We have to grab what moments together that we can, but it is so worth it.

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We woke, snuggled together just as we’d fallen asleep. Our lips met, and we laughed as our nipples followed suit, seemingly magnetically attracted. We fit together so well.

She kissed me harder, deeper, moving above me. She wasn’t usually this dominant, but I was so here for it. Her body was warm against my side, and her mouth teased mine.

And then she bit my lip.

Not hard, just enough to let me know that this play was serious. She was in charge.

I tested her. I reached for her nipple, to tease it to firmness as I love to do. She batted my hand away. I tried again. She pinned my hand to the bed, looked me in the eye, and growled “No” under her breath. Read more »

My husband doesn’t know I was creampied by two strangers in a public toilet, and I don’t know if the baby is his [MFM][Slutwife][Cheating][Creampie][Impregnation][Cuckolding][Australian]

*Author’s note: I do not condone the use of disabled toilets for those of us who do not require them. It is highly unethical. Also, cheating is bad, you naughty boys and girls.*

I ran down the Cairns Esplanade with tears on my face, perspiration soaking through my tight black tank top, sweating in the dry July heat. I was running away from the Holiday Inn, where I had left my husband minutes before. I was running from the man I had thought that I knew, thought that I could trust and with whom I could build a life. But that had been ripped apart. Where was I running to, though? I didn’t know. Oh, I didn’t know what was coming, either.

“I’m sorry.” He had said. “I thought maybe I’d change my mind someday, but I realise now that I won’t.”

So, he had thought he would change his mind about the one thing I had told him I’d always wanted, from the start. He had lied to me. He had lied, he said, hoping that someday the lie would become the truth, but it hadn’t. Read more »

Her Purpose [Mf][preg]

She was shaking with anticipation. She was eager to feel the fullness of his full cock as its head opened her slowly until he buried it all the way inside her. He let out a slow moan as he felt her tight wet pussy relax and open for him.

 

“Good Girl, that’s what a man wants to feel”

 

She could not believe a man was actually inside of her. It was like a dream. Ever since she was a little girl she felt that she was created for this purpose and finally she was fulfilling that reason.

 

She believed that God made males aggressive and females submissive. Trusting that back in the cave man days it was the male who would forcefully take the woman. No foreplay. No affection. But society changed that as we became more civilized, but the main aggressive animal instinct for men is there, hidden under the surface of decorum. An instinct to Dominate. This man, like the caveman of old, could have chosen to spread his seed anywhere and she was overwhelmed he had chosen her.

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[MMF] When my buddy came for a sleep over, then he came on my girlfiend – part 1 of 3

As I have previously said my ex and I had a wild relationship, especially the last 4 year of which were full with threesomes, orgies and whatever you can imagine.

We had this one time a friend of mine broke up with his girl and he said “Can I come over and crash at your place for couple of days?”. And I surely agreed. All three of use were 24 at that time. So he came on Thursday night at our place. The plan was to stay until Sunday and search for a new place. The first night was casual we had a dinner at home, nice talk, that was that.

The next day I go to work and my ex messages me “I want him to fuck me so bad… please baby.. pleaaase”. I read this, instantly got a hard-on and answered her “Well, put you imagination into work and surprise us both tonight when we are back from work.” We are going to call her Maggie and him Danny. Read more »

A submissive evening with a lesbian couple

It was a cold winter evening on Friday in Paris. I had travelled there for a 2 week consulting assignment for a bank. After a hectic work week, I didn’t have any plans for the weekend. There was this young girl who had started her career as a trading desk analyst. I had frequent interactions with her throughout the week as she was responsible for providing me data, research reports for my consulting assignment. Aliana (name changed) was an attractive young woman in early 20s and other than work, we had grabbed coffee couple of times together that week.

Anyways coming back to the Friday evening as I was wrapping up my work, Aliana drops by asking my Friday evening plans. She offered me to spend the evening with her girlfriend and her at their apartment. I agreed.

Since I wasn’t much aware of the city routes, I decided to go along with Aliana straight from the office. We grabbed couple of wine bottles, some snacks etc. on the way. I was hoping for a fun friendly Friday evening but much more was in store. We reached Aliana’s place where her girl friend Chloe had already returned from work. Chloe was again quite attractive in early to mid 20s but was taller, slightly muscular. In fact, I found myself talking more to Chloe because of our overlapping interests in football and politics. Evening went by with lot of drinking, chit chatting and light flirting. Read more »

Scorching Morning Showers [f][mast][f-solo]

I don’t know…I dream about sex a lot.

I mean, I have a pretty healthy sex life. Like for sure a few times a week or so. More than the average Jane. But still, at least once a day, and usually more like 3-4 times, no matter what I’m doing, where I am, or who I’m with…my thoughts get hit by a freight-train of wild sexual thoughts and need. The fantasies are all over the place…some vanilla, but mostly kinky as hell…some sensual, but mostly tending towards violent. A lot of the time I can excuse myself and go and do something about it, a lot of times I already have plans to see someone who I know will take care of me later in the day…and sometimes I can’t.

A little while ago, maybe 2 years now, I started keeping a fantasy journal. Every night before bed I try to recall the fantasies that swam through my head that day, and I write them down, as detailed as possible. It’s an exercise in pure self-restraint, trying to avoid saying “fuck it” and putting down my pen and reaching for my box of toys under my bed and just getting off to my thoughts. But it’s been such a great exercise for me, mentally…but that’s another story. Read more »

Cabin With Leah Part 1 [MF] [Stepsister]

Life was going pretty much downhill for me. For financial reasons I had to drop out of college for a bit, leaving me without a solid vision for my life. It had just been my mom and I trying to figure out how to survive for a while. This event was inevitable and we both knew it; we just wanted to avoid it for as long as we could.

For the past two years, however, my mom had been dating this guy for his money (that’s what I think anyways). He was of some help here and there but obviously not of *that much* help to keep my college career afloat. I’ll give him credit where it’s due, he was actually planning to help us move into a bigger home within a few months. I wasn’t hopeful for this, considering how short of a time span he had been around for.

My mom’s boyfriend saw that I was getting pretty down and over the course of a few weeks he came up with an idea. He offered to rent out a cabin for me to stay in for a week to meditate and such bullshit. It’d be out in the woods with no internet, secluded privacy and plenty of time to rethink things. It really wasn’t that bad of an offer until he threw in the catch. Read more »

Clone-A-Willy for a Former FWB [MF]

Several years back I had a FWB, we’ll call her Wendy. We spent about 2-3 month hooking up somewhat regularly, as regularly as a married guy could find excuses to get out of the house. Our hook ups ended suddenly when my wife questioned if there was another woman, and I told her yes. Long story for another day.

Fast forward 5 years and I hadn’t spoke to Wendy since I ended things. We didn’t live in the same town but a few towns apart, one day, on my way to work I believe I spotted Wendy on the highway. That got my mind rolling again and I decided to break the 5 years of silence and reach out to see how she’d been. I’ll admit, during those 5 years I had tried to be a faithful husband, but there were times I failed and I was actively thinking about trying to find a new FWB, and thought that maybe she and I could pick up where we left off. Read more »