My [M] college RA [F]

This is an oldie but a goodie. At the time, I was 19. My dorm had an auction where each RA was selling something personal based on their specific talents. The object of my lust was 21 and selling a hand drawn portrait to the highest bidder.

She was Filipina, about 5’4, 34c, HWP/great curves, with beautiful brown eyes, full lips, an infectious laugh and a great sense of humor. Needless to say I was the highest bidder.

We arranged a time to meet so she could do the drawing; the anticipation was insane. While she was drawing, the tension did not improve, with all the intense thought, long stares and occasional quips/laughter.

The vibe was strong.

We talked about where we both were from, told the stories about friends and parties that filled our minds and found that our interaction was rather effortless. The tension of anticipation in my body had given way to primal awareness and acceptance of the moment.

Though I don’t remember a specific line or the specifics of what was said, at a certain point, the drawing gave way to longer stares. She eventually bit her lower lip, her eyes veering to one side, contemplating her next move. I stepped closer.

A menagerie of sexual fun [MF], [FF], [MFF] and [MMFF]

A couple of days ago I posted the story of how I had fucked my housemate while my boyfriend had fucked my housemate’s gf and we shared the experience over Zoom (lockdown struggles) and you seemed to like it so here’s the aftermath of the post. The lockdown has now relaxed and we’re all quarantining together, sharing the two houses. That post is linked here, and I reference parts of it in this post so it’s worth reading it ?

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hl3wp8/group_foursome_with_a_difference_desperate/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hl3wp8/group_foursome_with_a_difference_desperate/)

A recap on us copy-pasted from my last post; I am 5’7”, have olive coloured skin and pale brown hair, naturally slim although I don’t use the gym, with deep brown eyes. My tits are C-cups and perky, but my ass is a bit angular – naturally this leads to a lot of cowgirl and not much doggy, but it is what it is lmao. My boyfriend, Andy, is in ok shape, but he’s no athlete; he’s a pretty skinny guy with lanky arms and no pecs, but he’s wiry and can lift more than you’d expect when he puts his mind to it. He’s 6’ exactly with dirty blonde curly hair and pale blue eyes. Jenny is much shorter than me, only 5’2”, but busty af, rocking D-cups and a great ass. She’s not as slim as me, but not overweight by any means. She’s of middle-eastern heritage and has gorgeous Arabian skin, black hair and dark brown eyes. Paulo has darker skin, I think he’s mixed race, black hair and brown eyes, and is a slightly chunkier version of Andy – more muscle and a small belly but still in good shape. He’s 5’8”.

Real Girl Sex Doll [MF] [Freeuse]

#Real Girl Sex Doll [MF] [Freeuse]#

**Authors note**

I hope you enjoy this little fantasy, I have a 2nd part currently in progress.

Please feel free to leave comments, suggestions etc

Thank you

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In hindsight I suppose I only have myself to blame. I’d lived my life to excess, new clothes, shoes and accessories whenever the fancy took me, holidays to exotic locations, parties almost weekly. When one credit card maxed out I’d just get another, and another, and another.

Then Freetopia Enterprises developed their nanite technology, which effectively turned a person into an unmoving, living doll. Programmable, unresisting and a very, very profitable fucktoy.

They’d been allegations of pay-offs, bribes and free models being given out, whatever the truth, the law to allow women to be purchased, modified and sold by the company had passed, (by a male majority, surprise, surprise.)

Which is where I came in, the banks had decided selling my debt to Freetopia was the only way they’d ever get even a fraction of their money back. So I’d been seized, processed, photographed nude and added to their online catalogue, and finally shipped to my new owner.

Step Mom’s Secret: Exposed [F][INCEST][STEPMOM][STEPSON][EROTICA][Part 2]

Maggie –

“I can’t believe how warm the water is,” Maggie said.

“Well, that’s Florida, babe. When you got this much sun and heat all the time you get warm water,” her husband, Jack, said. Jack wore his sunglasses and carried a can of beer in his hand as he waded into the water. Maggie had bought a black one-piece bathing suit that morning before they all went down to the beach. She wore that instead of the slender two piece she had brought with her. She ventured into the deeper water that came up to her full breasts. Her nipples still raw and sensitive from the use of her stepson the night before.

Jack remained in the shallow waters. He hardly ever went in water deeper than his waist other than a quick dip to wet himself. He always wanted his defined triceps, lats, and pectorals to be seen when he walked through the water. It was vein, Maggie knew, but she accepted it. *What was the point of having a nice body that you take care of if you’re not proud of it.*

My friends cousin (part 1) [FM] [OC]

Heyooo agaaainnnn it’s me with another story.

All of the stories I post are my real “adventures” I decided to share with You. So if You like them, please tell me so! ;3

I can’t really remember when it happened. It was somewhere around 3-4 years ago. I Was 21 back then I guess.

I’ve always had a group of my close friends and we loved to travel, go out for drinking and just doing random stuff.
There was this girl, I guess let’s call her Liz. She was kinda chubby, every week she had diff hair colour, and she always got wasted first.

One day she told our group that she’s having a guest – it was her little cousin – let’s call her Kate. (Original af) And that she would spent whole day with us tomorrow. Everyone agreed. Liz showed us photos of her and Kate and tbh I couldn’t wait to meet her.

Next day we finally met her.
Kate was somewhere around 17yo, fit. She was gorgeous and cute. Shame You can’t see her smile. She could make everyone smile just by looking at her.

[MF] My boyfriend finally admitted his bi past

I’m a bi woman and still have the occasional bi partner which my boyfriend is aware of. He’s very submissive and based on his kinks I’ve always had my suspicions that he’s, at the very least, bi-curious. We’ve talked about it many times and he’s always said he’s never had any experiences with guys. Either way, I am completely fine with it. The reason I’ve asked so often in our relationship is because of his dirty talk and the things he’s interested in doing in the bedroom. Well…..I finally got him to admit that before we dated he blew a guy once and was a bottom one time as well!!

Here’s how it went down:

I was going down on him while toying his ass with a prostate massager. As we usually do, the dirty talk commenced. He was moaning a lot, but his words are what made me pause. Summarizing here, but, pretty much what he said:

My new job (part 2) [Ds] [exhib] [spank] [Mf]

About a week in and I was starting to understand my job responsibilities more clearly. Mr. Carter was always early to the office and liked to get working right away in the morning. Primarily, I was there to serve Mr. Carter in whatever way he felt was necessary.

The morning began the same way almost every day. I had no reason to believe today would be any exception. I could see Mr. Carter on his phone through the glass door of the office as I was approaching. Even without being able to hear him I could tell he would be on the phone for a while. Mr. Carter had a quiet way of handling his business. He was matter of fact and kind, but always in control. I entered the office and began unbuttoning my blouse, I got about half way when he motioned for me to come to the desk. He stood up as I approached, making space for me to lean over the desk next to his computer. Knowing what was coming I lifted my dress for him and pulled my panties down to my thighs. I was going to be in a bit of trouble.

A look into my [f] toybox

Hallo again! I wanted to write more but dont have time for a full story. But I have had several people ask about my toys and toy chest that I mentioned in my groceries story.

If there is one topic that I have the knowledge and passion to get on a soap box about, it is sex toys. Lady readers, I can not think of a more empowering symbol of feminism than proudly owning and loving your own collection of toys!

When I worked at a bank in uni there were several older ladies who worked as tellers (60s and 70s age). I will never forget what one of them, Rosanne, told me:

“You only get one body, take good and careful care of it. You only get one body, enjoy the hell out of it.”

Sex toys are about using our brains to help enjoy and celebrate the amazing things our bodies can feel and do. As long as you are taking good and careful care, enjoy the fuck out of it!

The Mile High Club, Chapter 12 [NSFW] [MMF]

Chapter 12: The Private Attendant (Alisha)

Something I learned when I was a teenager was that if you had money, you could do anything. I’m not talking a wealthy person with a desk job and a good retirement. I’m talking money that comes with making movies, being at the top of the pecking order at an oil company—that kind of money. I would see newspapers of rich people who did horrendous things but legally they were never held accountable. And it made me wonder—what else can rich people do that normal people can’t? That question always stuck with me, as I worked my way up in my career, watching the rich college students take the best jobs first, the adults with money buy their way into things.

Why Do Teachers Lean So Close? – [FF][Lesbian][Kissing]

(All characters are 18+)

You know what always annoyed me growing up. When teachers would walk the room while you were working. Not on tests, I get that, but just doing remedial classwork. They would walk around and if you had a question or they wanted to check in with you they would bend down and lean in so close, or crouch and be level with you and their face and head would invade your space. Why do so many teacher’s do that?

Okay, yes, I understand I’m complaining about helpful teachers which is a solid 10 on the the ‘being a complete brat’ scale, but I don’t really feel this way anymore. Not for a good reason, of course, but because of Ms. Rain.

Ms. Rain was a tall, dark-haired, hazel-eyed, slender woman who was chipped out of marble and breathed life into by a goddess. Okay, that may be a bit hyperbolic. I guess you can guess, though, I loved her.

Eighteen years-old, a simple girl sitting in Ms. Rain’s European History class, I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off her when she taught. I would take in the air when she walked by and look into her eyes intently when we spoke.