The combined gut punch of increased CoVid lock downs and an economic recession found me to be doing late night food deliveries as a second job. The business with which I was full time employed, had put all employees on reduced hours, working from home. Less hours was great but also meant reduced wages. I had just moved in to a new place a few months ago, living alone for the first time, and was still just getting to grips with the increase in bills. I lived pretty frugally in any case and after a few weeks working both day and night I found my self getting comfortable in a good weekly rhythm. If I worked hard on the deliveries for four days straight I could relax the other three, take jobs if I felt like it. Any extra money I made on these jobs at the end of the week would go towards treating my self to some new clothes and lingerie.
[FM]. DXB to DFW
TL/DR: I went to Dubai to visit my husband who has been working there. I made a new friend on the flight back.
I’d just left my husband after he dropped me off and was approaching the security line. That’s when I saw him. Tall with a medium build and salt and pepper hair. He kind of stood out among a bunch of Indians and Middle Eastern people who were short and dark haired.
When we were preparing to board the flight he wound up right behind me. He saw a bag tag on my carry on with my husband’s company name and said “do you work at XYZ”. He had been there meeting with the company but didn’t know my husband.We chatted for a while and then they called for first and business class and he boarded. I was in the back.
A couple of hours into the 13 hour flight I look up and see him. The flight is only about half full and he takes an empty seat across the aisle. We chat a bit and he says the business class seat beside him is empty. He suggested I sit up there. I resisted not wanting to cause any trouble and he promised it would be ok, he has status with the airline and they’ll leave him alone. The lights in the cabin had just been turned down and i was so sleepy, the seats in coach sucked, so I accepted.
[MF] His dick got him out of the friendzone
So as requested here’s another one of my big dick encounters and probably favorite one as well
This was when i was in grad school. I became really good friends with a guy, we’ll call him Luke. There was some light flirting and I could tell he did like me, but honestly i really didn’t see him in that way. I took 2 years off between my undergrad and grad work and Luke was in a 6 year program so was about 3 years younger than me. I just saw him as a little brother type, a little nerdy, and told him as much.
I [M] Love Your Stories
Hey there, unfortunately this isn’t a confession or story but I’d like to give some words of encouragement. I discovered this sub a week ago when I was looking for something to read to pass the time on a trip I was on (a wedding in Kentucky). And my god- the amount of reading I’ve done in that time would make you think I have a fettish for Reddit.
I loved each and every story I’ve read. (Maybe because I’m a sex addict or because you guys have some serious writing skill but probably the latter) I’m a virgin (complicated reasons, but don’t worry he works just fine) and the closest I’ve gotten was at a party once but I just couldn’t do it for some reason. But I’ve graduated college now (20) and I have a lot of time in my hands (I’m sure y’all do too) so reading these stories have definitely helped.
Keep writing. Keep fulfilling your sexual desires. Meanwhile, I’ll be here supporting and fantasizing for one day to have my own story to tell. :)
Edit: I don’t know why this is hard to believe, but YES that is me in my profile pic. I’m not attractive but I appreciate the catfish compliments. ?
Back Seat Bang [M] [F]
I was out bar hopping with my bi guy friend Daren one night, drinking, dancing, scoping out guys together. I start chatting up this guy in town for a wedding. He’s cute, nice face, average guy bod. As the time passes we became more intoxicated. He’s leaning with his back against the bar and I start dancing for him, putting my hands on his body while I wiggle around and grind on him. Daren comes over to us and starts dancing and grinding on me from behind so I’m sandwiched between them. We squeeze in closer so my body is pressed up against my new friend and I start making out with him. Hands are all over the place. Daren is reaching across my body and starts groping this guys ass while we’re dancing & making out. He notices it’s not just my hands on him, doesn’t seem that into it, but also doesn’t stop it either.
First time watching my wife with other man. [MFM] Part2
So here is the follow-up to this [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i4czis/first_time_watching_my_wife_with_other_man_mfm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i4czis/first_time_watching_my_wife_with_other_man_mfm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)
She was there in just her red thong and high heels in front of John. He remained sited and she got on her knees in front of me, took my dick out which was already hard, stroke it a little, kissed me and turn around to sit on my cock facing John. She started to move on my cock and told John to get closer if he wanted. He stood in front of her and she took his hands and squeze them on her boobs. By this time I was about to cum and so does she. She started screaming and moaning as she cummed and that was it for me and came inside her. She started to move less and less and I notice she started to unbutton Johns pants. After I came I was not sure anymore about she going further, but I let her be.
-I dont want you to get blue balls, is not fair- said Marie and started to strole his cock when it was out. She started slow, like appreciating this new dick in many years. Eventually she told me that she was to kneel on the floor so I can take a better look. She continuated stroking his cock while on her knees, and look at me.
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Fancy Fundraising. [M] [F]
Fundraisers can be incredibly drab. This one would be no different except it was slightly “fancier” in terms of attire. I love dressing up, in any fashion, for the pageantry of it. I was wearing a black floor length sequin dress with a deep slit up the right leg, not real low cut but enough to display some cleavage. It was itchy as hell but I still loved it because I looked amazing wearing it. Black open toed strappy heels with apple red polish. I have cute feet so I like to show them off. Red lipstick to match for some pop. My dirty blonde hair straightened because it doesn’t hold a curl worth a shit anyway. I looked stellar, and I knew it. I was making my way through the ballroom where people are mingling and I see him across the room. Sexy Stu.
We’ve only met twice before tonight. First at an event for an artist reception. Second was a low key night at a pub. Comfortable vibe, lots of getting to know you chit chat with drinks. I knew he was into me from that night because he had referred to me as “hot” in passing couple times in conversation.
Hubbagaloo
Her thoughts swirled around vision she had of herself laying naked in his beds, her milky white thighs pressed tightly against his cheeks as his tongue lapped at her tender nub.
“Deeper,” she heard herself cry out, although she wasn’t aware that she had even spoken. “I won’t to feel you inside me. I want you to claim me.”
“And I will.” He answered as he sat up on his knees, reaching under the bed for something. Only after her budding orgasm released its hold on her did she see what it was he was holding–a pair of pink, leather handcuffs, each with a metal loop for some kind of restraint.
She felt her heart thump hard in her chest, like a car going over a speed bump too fast. Twisting around, she looked at the headboard of his bed where she spied more restraints–presumably for her hands–and chains with ends that would latch on to the ankle restraints.
“Are you game?” He asked, wrapping one of the ankles restraints over her skin, but not latching it.
Biting her lip, she nodded her head yes, her body shuttering as the first of many beads of nectar dripped out from the cleft between her legs.
Pleasing the Professor
My hands shook as I attempted to take off his shirt. I could barely hold them still long enough to slide the buttons through their holes. The adrenaline of the moment was getting to me. Meanwhile, he was completely calm. His hands felt confident and powerful as they glided my shirt up over my head and then returned to my bare skin. It felt like I was on fire, the sheer touch made my skin spark. I managed to undo the buttons of his shirt and pressed my chest against bare one.
He smelled like cigarettes and soap, somehow both musty and clean at the same time. It made my head spin with memories. The first time I was close enough to smell him when he asked me to stay after class. He had told me how well I did on my paper and how he admired my way of thinking. He was just a little too close to me when he opened the door for me to leave and I smelled that wonderful, dangerous smell.