collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
So I won’t bore you with any details or story.
What questions do you have for me, ask them please I want to discuss my relationship and describe and discuss it with you guys.
An example of a question being how did you get started it does your father know. (The father one is a good question to ask, trust me ?)
LIKE IVE SAID IN THE PAST I’M NOT ALWAYS PROUD OF WHAT I’VE DONE BUT THIS IS A REAL EXPERIENCE I HAD. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE KEEP SCROLLING.
If you have read my previous story about Candace’s mom this is a story about Candace. This little escapade happened about a year before our relationship started going south. It was high school we were seniors we were in the school and felt like we ran the world. We had life in the palm of our hands or so it seemed. Now Candace if you remember is absolutely gorgeous. at that time she weighed probably around 105 lbs black hair like her mom but of course dyed blonde you could always see the dark roots. She was thin and tall she’s around 5′ 10″ …B cup and a perfect round little ass.
But as you all remember we liked to party. We hung out with all the different groups. We would party out in the country or in the hood it didn’t matter. Everywhere we went though she always liked being the center of attention and of course the guys always liked her. At that point she had been with only me but I knew she had dreams of being with others. She was always so damn flirtatious at all these parties.
[https://imgur.com/a/h8Oh0lk](https://imgur.com/a/h8Oh0lk)
So I expectedly had another memorable day during my lesson with Jen yesterday. I only hope everything stays drama-free and continues to be as gratifying as these past two weeks have been. When I pulled up to their house Rob was outside carrying his golf clubs to his car. We stopped and chatted a bit and he told me Jen was in the guest house. He said she had been spending a lot of time in there lately and he was glad to see her so passionate and excited about her new hobby.
The morning following the [CAST PARTY](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gmycqx/celebrating_at_cast_party_mf/), I headed out to run my errands. We had a show that night, but that wasn’t the reason for my eagerness to get out. I texted Joey saying I hope she enjoyed the rest of the party and sorry I didn’t say bye when I left. She quickly replied that she didn’t get to thank me for last night. I told her I was out and could swing by to make her feel more thankful.
Well, I was there in ten minutes and tapped her door. I had on a t-shirt and some shorts. I heard her frantically unlock the door to let me in. She flung the door open and grabbed my shirt before I could see what she had on, and kissed me. Our lips were still instantly familiarizing themselves with each other. My arm was instantly wrapped around her waist. She had a shirt on but no bra, I can tell from our embrace and her chest pressed to mine. I ran a hand down her body and noticed the shirt was barely covering her ass. I felt the outline of her ass, she was wearing a weakness for my sensibility, boyshorts. As I held her and pushed her against a small table in her apartment, we broke our embrace and she smiled at me, “I was so worried it was the alcohol that caused last night.”
First post here, I hope you enjoy! This story happened a few years ago. My husband John’s friend, Miles, came to visit from out of town, and he brought his new girlfriend, Carly. John and Miles served together in the military, and we hadn’t seen him in over a year. The guys were excited to catch up. Fortunately, Carly and I hit it off right away, and we all decided to walk a few blocks from our house to a local brewery and drink the night away. It was the middle of the week, but the NBA Finals were on so there were more people than usual at the bar, and we sat on the patio bullshiting about life for a few hours.
The craft beer was strong and the cocktails were expertly mixed, and the warm spring breeze was refreshing after a long Midwest winter. Carly, however, was from Florida, and she was unaccustomed to 68 degree weather being considered “warm.” Her breasts stood at attention under her light blouse, revealing the outline of her cold, pierced nipples.
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You settle inside of me, moving a hand from its grasp on my breast to my cheek.
“Are you okay?”
The lust in your eyes doesn’t leave, but condenses to make room for concern. Different expressions of the same magnanimous care.
I feel my cheeks flush, attempting in vain to not meet your gaze. “I’m trying not to come yet.”
“Oh, honey,” you grin, tucking a bit of my electrified mane behind my cheek, tracing fingers to my chin, bringing my eyes to catch yours, “I plan on making you come again.”
Involuntarily, I clamp tighter around you. “And again.”
My hands lace around your back.
“And again.” You have to murmur this one because I’ve brought my mouth to yours, tightened my legs around your hips, bucked up to meet you with new abandon. Crushed words are followed by a smile. You live to make me fall apart.
“Come on then,” you smirk, fucking deep and hard, forcing my body to make room for your presence. I grimace, my forehead rising to meet your shoulder.
The weather was miserable – blustering wind buffeted sheets of icy rain through the streets of the City of London. Any unfortunate pedestrians quickly found themselves drenched despite futile attempts to keep the weather at bay with flimsy umbrellas.
Kelly was one of the few struggling with the regrettable weather as she trudged through the financial district. Her Ugg boots were doing their best to keep her feet warm but she could feel the rain slowly seeping in through the thick fabric.
Cursing under her breath, she fought to keep her umbrella upright while trying to tame the mini whirlwind of hair assaulting her face at the same time. It didn’t take long before she gave up on trying to tuck her brunette locks behind her ears. Instead, she focused on huddling beneath her umbrella and angling it against the onslaught of sleet.
Her workplace was straight ahead; just a little further!
Bursting through the building’s glass doors, she stood panting in the empty lobby for a moment as the heavy doors swung silently closed behind her. The warmth and quiet of the foyer slowly enveloped her as the rain dripped off her soaked overcoat onto the tiled marble floor.
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I light the joint and inhale slowly, I lean back on the couch and wait for Rebecca. Smoke surrounds me, the smell of fresh marijuana is intoxicating. This morning my plan will come together, three months of conversation, planning and waiting. I consider myself a good man, I care, love and respect people. However, if you fuck with me, I have a evil side. This side tends to stay hidden, suppressed and does not see the light of day often. Tim was able to get my evil side to show, to come out. Tim is my former employer and what most would call a egotistical asshole who would be better off dead than managing people. I worked hard for Tim, and did my best performing the tasks of the job. I worked for Tim’s father for 4 years before he passed away and Tim took the company over. During those 4 years I loved my job, but since Tim took over, my life has been hell. Three months ago I am called into Tim’s office. He fired me for being late the previous month during a snowstorm, tell’s me he needs reliable people, people he can trust and count on. A friend who works at the company tells me a few weeks later that Tim filled my position with his good friend who was released from prison. At this point I am sort of over the whole situation and have been enjoying my new job.
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As a flight attendant and exhibitionist, I take advantage of my travels to find men willing to indulge me in my fantasy of dancing and stripping nude from my flight attendant uniform and then masturbating to orgasm. It could be for a male flight attendant on my crew, someone on the hotel staff, or even as wild as entertaining my pilots in the cockpit on a long all-nighter to Europe. As long as someone is watching me, I get off to it.
Before I got hired by an airline, I used to fantasize about traveling and meeting men to watch me masturbate. It could be to the many cities my airline flew and it could be done anonymously with perfect strangers, which was my ideal fantasy. The world was going to become my exhibitionist playground.