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Midterms [Femdom] [Feet] [But sweet] [MF]

Vivian was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, laptop on her lap, a cup of coffee just within reach. She was wearing sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. Her thick brown hair held away from her face in a messy particularly loose ponytail.

He was pestering her. Well, kinda. Roger knew better than actively interrupting Vivian’s workflow. But his restless brooding was driving her insane none the less. The guy had no peace. In the kitchen, out of the kitchen, on the chair, off the chair, Nintendo on, Nintendo off, even the brief skimming of afternoon television had a jerky affectation.

She scrumptiously ignored his hopeful glances in her direction, but she could feel him fretting.

It was the rain, most likely. Her boy was an active one. Had it been sunny, he would have been on the skateboard, in the sun, or jogging, or playing football in the park. If Vivian had not been stuck on particularly difficult paper, she would have come too. She was not a sporty one, not really, but looking at her hunk of a partner running around in tiny shorts was always a delight. Read more »

Embarrassed Naked Volleyball Girl – Part 1 [ENF] [Public Nudity]

Jo stroked her hands down the back of her thighs to release some of the sand that had stuck to her moist skin. The perspiration of the morning’s play glued her loose t-shirt to her back, and it hung low over her bikini briefs. Yvette had already moved off down the beach and, after shifting her feet into her sandals, and retrieving their bags, Jo followed.

Yvette was a little shorter and curvier than most of the volleyball players in the tournament, and not as good, she would not have been playing in the tournament at all had Jo’s regular partner not twisted her ankle the previous day.

Jo had imagined herself in the papers the next day, it was not often that she got the opportunity to play in a high profile tournament in her sport, but when Abbie went down injured, the possibility of winning seemed to disappear. Yvette was adequate, but that was it, and without the agility to make up for her lack of height they had been up against it all morning.

Yvette walked on past the practise net and on to the sea, where she knelt, wet her hands and ran them through her blond hair. Read more »

Dark Erotica: The Monster’s Girl [M/F] [Not Realistic or Healthy BDSM] [Dark Themes] [Sociopath M] [Blood] [Sex] [Possible Additional Triggers]

I sat on the cool marble counter in the kitchen, staring absentmindedly at the cell phone in my hands. Within moments, the front door opened and my dark lover emerged. He was dressed in black cargo pants, a black long sleeved shirt and combat boots. He looked like a mess, covered in dirt and something thick and dark. It reminded me of blood, but I quickly forced the thought from my mind. He looked up at me as he began unfastening his boots, his narrowed gaze was vacant as he watched me. I swallowed hard, wrapping my arms around myself as he slowly made his way over to me.

“Where did you go?” I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

“No where you need to concern yourself with.” he stated firmly, his deep and luxuriously smooth voice was low and full of secrets. I held myself tighter, watching him with wariness. He took notice of me as I began to withdraw into myself. Before I could say another word, he was walking over to where I sat so he could stand half an inch in front of me… gazing down at me with his intensely haunting stare. Read more »

Kiss Me – Sex with a Stranger Can Be Sheer Poetry

Katia would never cheat on her husband, but secretly she wanted to.

She glanced at the clock on her bedside table. Its bright red numerals stared back at her: 11:00 p.m. Grant slept soundly beside her, lightly snoring. If she was going to get some sexual satisfaction, it looked like she would have to take matters into her own hands. Again.

She pulled out her laptop, plugged in her headphones, and opened her browser. It was still open on porn from the previous night. She really should be more careful. She clicked on the search bar, preternaturally conscious of Grant’s measured breathing. She began typing.

*wife porn*

A familiar tingle stirred between her legs. She looked at Grant, looked back at the screen, and arrowed the cursor back to the beginning of the search.

*cheating wife porn*

She had to close her eyes a moment and let the thrill of anticipation wash over her. This was wrong on so many levels. She’d never actually cheat on her husband, whom she loved dearly and would never want to hurt. This was her compromise. And it hurt nobody. She had to keep reminding herself that. Virtual infidelity was a victimless crime. Read more »

A breeze [Something different] [No characters] [Sensory] [Short]

A breeze, moving across the world. It’s warm. The kind of full, heady warmth you might feel from a breeze on a hot day, where even the cooling wind is overtaken by the sweltering warmth. This breeze cares not for the temperature surrounding it, a cool, crisp night. It floats along, a warm hand in the dark, cold night. The breeze runs along a body. Skin flexes and tenses to meet it. The warm hand of the air runs it’s fingers over it, smoothing down the imperfections, caressing the flesh with its warmth. The breeze is slow, but constant, never leaving the skin for even a moment. It wraps itself around, slides up it, pushes against it, but never lets go. The flesh stirs, growing to accomodate more of the breeze, to lets its warmth cover more and more of its mass. The heat of the wind makes the skin tingle, and in turn, the weight keeps the breeze grounded. Delicate, invisible fingers trace the movement of the body, entering its nooks, crannies, and smallest spaces, exploring without eyes or ears, and finding everything all the same.

[MF] One thing leads to another? Part 1

Previously,

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/er3z0v/mf_the_best_movie_date_of_my_life/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/er3z0v/mf_the_best_movie_date_of_my_life/)

**The next development is kind of messy. If you are not into emotional mangles, don’t read further. Normal service would resume in later parts. Tune in then.**

After I returned from Sud’s place, I was riding a two big cumshot wave. I felt light and happy. It was early by my grad school sleep time standards. So I cracked open a cold one and started working. I was getting so close to finishing school. There was so much to look forward to. I was excited!

I was in flow for 2 hours.

When I checked my phone after I was done for the day, it was full of whatsapp notifications. Sud had flooded me with msgs. I had not noticed at all. It was 1 AM so I was contemplating, if I should call her at all. But she was online and the moment she noticed the blue ticks, she sent another text.

Sud: I need to talk.

Me: Ok. What’s up?

Sud: I will call.

The phone vibrated

Me: Hey, what’s up?

Sud: I want to talk to you.

Me: Yes, we are talking. Read more »

Across The Hall part 6

Chapter 6

John walked into the club in a daze. Katie and Sarah were ahead of him, arms looped like best friends sometimes do, and they were laughing.

Strawberries still lingered on his lips as a constant reminder of his recent transgressions. To make matter’s worse, like a movie scene on a constant loop, he kept remembering Sarah sucking on his tongue hungrily as his wife deepthroated him–long after the charade was suppose to have been over.

After cumming, Katie had crawled back up into the booth and the two women started talking about the douchebag of a guy Eric was… as if nothing unusual had just happened. And, as if there had been some untold permission given, Sarah kept her hand on his thigh and playfully squeezed it throughout the dinner conversation. The wine was killed in short order, the glasses shared, and the food was devoured quickly.

Before John knew it, he was standing just at the edge of a dance floor where bodies grinded against themselves like one massive orgy–minus the nude part.

“I need a drink,” Sarah yelled over the loud music. “First round is on me!” Read more »

Long Distance Brought Together

Charlie and Jules had been talking for months but never had the chance to meet in person. The day had finally come though when she would get to meet the man she’d loved talking to for months to see if he was really who she thought he was. She was greeted at the airport by Charlie dressed in a full suit waiting for her. He took her all over town, to the best restaurant he could afford, she refused his constant offers to take her shopping because she hates shopping, which he already knew.

After a full day of walking, talking, eating, and sight seeing, they decided to go back to Charlie’s apartment.
“I… I really liked today. I liked being with you.” Charlie said.
“I had a liked it too… I’m so glad I get to finally be here. I know we had talked about it, but I just can’t believe it’s really happening now.” She said.
He slowly walks closer to her. “I know it’s been hard being so far away, but it’s ok now, we don’t have to worry anymore.” He says as he brushes her cheek with the back of his hand slowly.
She puts her hands on his chest as he pulls her closer and wraps his arms around her waist. She tugs on his tie gently to pull him down and kisses him hard. She bites his lip gently and pulls him by his tie to the bed and pulls him on top of her. Read more »

More Quality Bonding Between Dr. Callum & Stepdaughter [nsfw] [oral on female] [barely legal] [PI]

“These damn locks are always so difficult,” I cursed, wiggling the key aggressively. When the door finally came open, I immediately felt relief from the urgency to get to the next destination that always plagues me when I travel. “Put your bag on whichever bed you want.” I told Grace.

“Oooh, bunk beds!” Grace threw her stuff down onto a random bed, despite her excitement to see that there were bunks available. She knew that we would be sharing a bed anyway, so she didn’t bother picking out a favorite. Instead, she was more interested in seeing the showers.

“Hey, daddy. This isn’t so bad,” she called out, flicking the water on and off.

“Yeah…no, they aren’t bad at all,” I answered. I started placing my essential kit out on the available desk.

“It is just like a hotel.” She said, as she stood in the bathroom doorway, holding plush towels in her hands and smiling. “I thought you said it gets rougher in the field.”

Distracted, I answered, “it will…sweetie. It will.”

Then Grace opened the pamphlet. “They have a cafeteria.. Daddy, this place is the Ritz.” Read more »