I met a woman at a coffee shop off of Craigslist back when the social and personals were a thing a couple of years ago. I was in my late 40s and she was 29. My office was close by, the woman in question asked if there was somewhere we could be alone before we had coffee. If we went across the road. As soon as the door closed behind us, we were all over each other, I pushed her up against the door and her cunt was already so wet I could smell her, my hands were everywhere, she dropped to her knees and took my thick hard cock in her mouth and sucked me off like her life depended on it, she couldn’t get me inside her quickly enough, she even has condoms on her. I held her down and fucked her hard on a work colleagues desk. I pounded her tight cunt with one hand around her throat and the other pushing her legs back, watching my hard cock slide in and out of her very wet cunt was so hot. I lost count of how many times she came. When I was ready to unload, I pulled out and she finished me off in her mouth, I fucked her mouth and unloaded a big warm sticky load from my balls, she let a little drip out and onto her amply sized tits. I went down on her afterwards and licked her wet cunt while I roughly fingerfucked her while she came over and over again. We left my office and went to have coffee, half an hour later she was back on her back being pounded senseless on the same desk. What a way to spend a Saturday afternoon. I was inside her 15 mins after first meeting her, that was a record.
[MF] The Saga of Sally – Analville, Population: Sally and I
(Welcome to the Saga of Sally! This is the story of my relationship with a girl called Sally. This is **Part 3**. I recommend you start from the [start](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hsqikr/mf_the_saga_of_sally_cumstained_jeans/) – each piece will link you to next part at the end.
A brief reminder what Sally looks like (there’s a reference photo in the first part): she’s a pocket rocket, thick, redhead tomboyish girl, with an hourglass figure and the thickest ass this side of the Equator according to the Guinness Book of Records inside my head.)
For the next month or so, Sally and I fucked like rabbits. We had said we wouldn’t be exclusive, that we would just be friends with benefits, but when your booty call is also your best friend, you end up spending most of your time with them. There was no time for anyone else. I left my cold dorm room behind and spent my days either in class or at Sally’s house. If her parents were around, we were just friends hanging out. If we were home alone, we spent afternoons fucking each other to countless moaning orgasms. We learned a lot about our sexual tastes in that first month (and Sally fortunately got on the pill). My favorite position was doggy style and Sally’s was cowgirl, but both of us also fucking loved each other’s favorites. Sally liked to be spanked. I liked to cum on her skin. We both found that we got off on the risk of being caught. One afternoon I pressed her against the french doors of her dining room and fucked her from behind, her naked breasts pushed against the glass. We both knew inside that none of her neighbors could see from the angle, but we both came faster than ever before.
[MF] The makings of a slut
I’ve experienced a lot of different women in my life and this is one that I got to know particularly well…
I answered an advert on Craigslist, a woman went by the name of Leonora, she was looking for an older experienced man who knew what he was doing but a man who was also dominant and definitely erring on the side of kinky. A man of the world who knew how to hold himself and was a gentleman on the outside but behind closed doors, let the animal part of himself out to play.
We chatted for a few days about the kind of thing Leonora was looking for and what I enjoyed, we arranged to meet at a pub in the back streets of a fashionable well heeled area of London and agreed to exchange pictures that day. Being a teacher, she was very cautious about showing me what she looked like although her description was pretty damn accurate as it turned out.
I remember feeling nervous, i didn’t know a lot about Leonora except she was 31, 5’5, a natural blonde, long shoulder length hair, she said she was in great shape, smallish tits but a nice round arse.
Six Shots: The Bathroom (part two of series)
[Six Shots: Truth or Dare (part one of series)](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hsqtgi/six_shots_truth_or_dare/)
(Continuation point, last line of first part repeated)
I let my dress fall from my shoulders into a puddle of red cloth behind me. My bra and panties were still slightly askew as I knelt down on all fours and crawled towards Phil.
Phil reached out to me, cradling my jaw in his hand as I lifted myself up into a kneeling position and unfastened his jeans without hesitation. A monster of a cock sprang towards my face, the tip was red and glistened with precum. I looked up at him as I stroked my palm over his dick, I knew he was uncut, but his erection left no room for his foreskin to cover him, the ridged band beneath his head seemed very inviting as I leaned forward and licked beneath his mushroom-like cock head. A soft groan was audible as the pointed tip of my tongue circled him. His hand grasped my hair and pulled as I gathered the precum coating him with a flick of my tongue.
Seeking recommendations
I’m hoping to find a novel or novel series (even an online series of stories) focused on a bisexual Male protagonist who fucks his way through the supporting characters. Most bisexual erotica I’m coming across is geared towards a specific mmf three person relationship, and that’s not what I’m looking for. I’m hoping to find something with a bisexual playboy. Maybe he’s a detective. Maybe the story is supernatural. I think I’d really like a bisexual detective story. Lol. Thanks in advance for any help you can give me.
An Affair of Two Kinky Nerds and their BDSM beginning.
Working in an office has its perks, especially when you are amongst only four other people, and they pretty much stay to themselves. Answer the phone, fill out the spread sheet, schedule this thing and that thing. A typical day in the life of an assistant. Except for those days Jade would unzip her pants at her cubical out in the open, heart racing, knowing anyone could easily step out of their office, and catch her. The thrill was so exciting, but after time it wore off. Until an unlikely meeting happened.
A new trainer for some new class in the long conference area next to where Jade sat, this is what she would have to look forward to the next couple of days. A rushed training that she would be happy ended so she could get back to her normal routine no matter how old. The glass door opened at the front of the office. Jade heard it just as the air rushed in with it dancing under her desk right up to where her jeans were unzipped. She didn’t look up, zipped her pants quickly as to not get caught, because she know he would be the same boring trainer as everyone else.
(MF, Fiction) Something I wrote once…
Laying your jacket across the passenger’s seat, stockings straight, checking your blouse, you settle into the driver’s seat of the car, ready for work. The weather is gloomy today, and you wouldn’t be surprised if it was raining by the time you got to the office. You slide the key home and the engine revs to life. A quick look over your shoulder, and I’m there; not where you’d left me sprawled in your bed just a little while earlier. Before you can say a word, tell me you didn’t hear me follow you, the blindfold is over your eyes.
My mouth is at yours soon after, teasing you with brushes of my lips, flicks of my tongue at the corners of your mouth. You can sense me leaning forward between the seats, sliding my arm around your waist, holding you into the seat. Kisses stroke your lips, your jaw, your neck…whispering along your senses, not letting you get used to the sensation before it drifts to a new place. The heat of my lips caresses your ear, and I whisper, “You can’t drive blindfolded…Move into the other seat.” You’re about to protest, but I cut you off with a nip at your earlobe, growling, “NOW.”
Celebrating the Uniqueness of Mature Women – A [M]an’s Testimony
I posted this on r/cougarsandcubs to celebrate the uniqueness and differences between the women us younger men love and enjoy while also sharing my own unique taste and appreciation for the women I have had the pleasure of getting to know. This is the uncensored version. The first time meeting a woman is exciting. The smell and touch of a woman is just magical. For some reason, meeting a woman older than myself for the first time is an even more surreal and almost out-of-body experience. The nerves of anticipation, the first eye contact and then touch, the path of the conversation, the initial physical intimacy, the exploration, the syncing of body and mind, and on and on.
Background: A long-term relationship I was in with a woman my age ended mutually last spring. After some self-reflection, I decided I would fully pursue my long-time attraction to women older than myself. I had briefly attempted it as a 20 year old with no luck. I was now in my late 20s and had filled out physically. My personality had also matured with life experience leading to a boost in confidence and intuition to carry on a conversation with most any sane human. It took a month or so to figure out my approach, but I was ready.
Let’s share a fantasy together, I can’t wait for you to write the next chapter
The small town airport gate is full and we’re waiting to get on the last flight of the night. I see you across the seating row. I find myself scanning your beautiful curves before our eyes lock. We both feel instant chemistry but we haven’t spoken a word to each other. The screen shows the delay getting longer and longer. Eventually, we receive the announcement that everyone dreads; the flight has been cancelled. The gate attendant says that an airport shuttle will take those of us who need accommodations to the only airport hotel. We all get into the line. Not entirely by accident, we end up on the same shuttle.
At the hotel, I’m a couple of spots ahead of you and when I get to the reservation desk, I’m told I’ve been given the last room. People are being turned away trying to figure out what to do next. I look at you, you look at me and I decide what the hell. I offer to share my room with you. To my surprise you accept my offer with no hesitation.
One hot night in Tel Aviv [MF]
*This is a true story. It is why I post on GW stories, not on other subs. Enjoy.
It had been 6 months since I last saw him. As I dropped my bags after being scrutinized by Israeli police, I collapsed on the floor and pinched myself. I couldn’t believe I was here.
The AirBnb was spacious, with a winding staircase which led up to a level with a large bed and ensuite bathroom. The balcony had magnificent views over Tel Aviv’s Frishman beach.
I took a long shower, soaping up my body, which was sunkissed after weeks in Greece, and went downstairs to find a local market for groceries. As I took in the scents of the spices, the cloying heat sticking to my skin, I reached down and grabbed my phone. I searched for his name on Facebook, and opened the Messenger icon.
“Hey. It’s been a while, but you won’t guess where I am.”
I checked my phone for the next half an hour. Nothing. Okay, I guess that’s my closure, he’s dropped off the face of the earth. We’d had a short but intense romance back home, but his visa had expired and he left for the States. I hadn’t heard from him for months and months.