Discovering My Bisexuality Part 3: The Night We Went All The Way [MM]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/fjsn5s/discovering_my_bisexuality/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/fk3qvm/almost_getting_caught_by_his_sister/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

The thought of David fucking me consumed my thoughts for weeks. My hormones were at an all time high. It was all I could think about day and night. I lost count of how many times I jerked off to the thought of it. David of course was feeling the same way. We kept up our fun of hanging out at his house, making out, watching porn, blowing each other. We did a lot of research to know what we had to do. David and I went down to the local Dollar General and stole a few tubes of lube.

On the day of I made sure to eat light, as recommended by what I had read. David was busy with family during the day so I had to wait until he got home later that day to see him. I had the house to myself as my mom and sister were out. I wanted to be perfect for him. I grabbed one of my moms razors and some of her shaving cream. I lathered up my legs, my cock, my balls and my ass. I stood there in bliss as I shaved myself smooth thinking of the night ahead. Read more »

[26M] “Needful Flesh” Erotic Descriptive Poetic Sketch

Hands run through hair; lips, nails, and teeth on skin. Closeness, warmth. I hate warmth, but touch is tempting enough to tolerate it. Short, shallow breath. Panting, gasping, begging, whispers and shivers. Fingertips on sensitive skin raise goosebumps and neck hair. Eyes closed, lights out, quiet please for release echo in darkness. Denial.

Flowing cloth like cares tossed aside to be forgotten in the moment. But no touch there. Teasing, touching, tempting, tasting, tormenting. Blood flows hot in waiting veins, dripping pleasures splash on cold concrete floors and twisted linens and on skin, mixing like potion, filling air with aromas of passion.

In that moment, identity doesn’t matter. Only lips, fingers, skin, hair, breath, and pleasure. In such darkness, how can eyes matter except when lips gently fall on their fluttering lids? Touch creates form, texture tone, and sound desire.

If moonlight falls it falls through midnight cloths of cloud and rain then through dirty windows to silhouette intertwining human forms. Tied in knots amongst themselves. When identity doesn’t matter, worries fade and with worry gone, lust and passion become pure, as pure as they *can* be. Read more »

Temptations in Quarantine- Part Two – Incest, MF

Temptations in Quarantine – Part Two

Peter licked the final drop of his daughter’s pussy juice off the metal hair spray can. As he placed it back on the shelf, his hands were shaking like he had cerebral palsy. His heart was pounding, adrenaline filling his bloodstream. What had he just done? Had he really cleaned his daughter’s grool off her improvised dildo? How could he ever look her in the eye again?

Peter looked down, his grey boxer briefs tented by his rock hard cock, a silver-dollar size dark spot marking his leaking precum. Slowly, he composed himself and prepared to leave the bathroom. Unfortunately, no matter what he did, his erection and the precum stain were unmistakable. Finally, he walked quickly into the kitchen, standing behind the waist-high counter.

“How was your shower honey?” Peter asked. “Very refreshing” Stephanie responded “I needed that badly.”

Peter’s heart nearly stopped, did she mean to use double entendres? Could she know what he’d done? Trying to distract himself, Peter began preparing dinner.

“Stephanie, do you mind emptying the dishwasher?” Peter asked. Read more »

sleazy hotel [F]

After my first long term boyfriend and I broke up, I had a huge slut phase. I met a majority of the guys I fucked on tinder, and one of my first matches was Seth. I was 19 at the time and he was 22. He lived out of state and was in town for a week for work. After messaging and sending some nudes back and forth, he invited me to come to his hotel. I obviously knew we were going to fuck, and I was pretty nervous. This was the first guy I fucked after losing my virginity to my ex. I freshened up and packed my bag. On the drive there, I smoked a joint to ease my anxiety a bit. Read more »

Snapchat [F]

Last summer I matched with a boy on tinder that was a grade below me and automatically added him on Snapchat. I was really horny that night and got wine drunk by myself. I was hoping I could get him to come over to fuck me that night, but he was road tripping home from a vacation with his dad. I sent him a few playful nudes and he asked for more for entertainment for his drive home. He was good at sexting and helping me get off so I kept sending him more.

Eventually it led to me sending him full videos of me fucking myself with my dildo and vibrator. He told me he thought his dad had looked over and seen him watching one of my videos. That turned me on even more, thinking about his dad looking over and wanting what his son is getting.

He did end up coming over to fuck me once, but it was really bad hahaha. I think he might’ve been a virgin and was a sweaty mess which was disappointing. I ghosted him after that, but still get off thinking about our Snapchat fun. Read more »

the drive home [F]

When I was 19 and dating one of my old boyfriends, we went to his older sisters wedding. He was 21 by then so come the reception, he was buying and sneaking me drinks. I had probably 3-4 drinks and was feeling pretty tipsy by the end of the night. Alcohol always goes right to my pussy and makes it so wet, so I was really horny. I kept sneak feeling his dick under the dinner table throughout the night and he would slide his hands up my thighs, teasing me. When we finally left, I was so excited to fuck. It was an hour drive home and I definitely knew I couldn’t wait.

About 15 minutes in. I leaned over and kissed his neck and then pulled my dress above my waist and spread my legs. I started rubbing my thighs and just staring at my boyfriend, breathing heavy. He kept looking back n forth from the road to me lol and I started rubbing my pussy. Shortly after he reached over and pulled my underwear down and started slowly playing with my clit. My adrenaline was rushing and though it was dark, I was nervous that anyone driving past could see my pussy on display and me losing control of my body. I was moaning so much and it made me feel so slutty but it was really fun. Read more »

My first time getting fully fisted and rimming my Daddy Dom [Mf]

About two months ago I had an amazing escape with my Dom Daddy Darcy. We rented the most incredibly beautiful cabin made of glass, perfectly perched on a cliff overlooking a secluded beach and the Pacific ocean in northern California. Darcy has written a pretty detailed account of that trip, but there were a few stand out moments for me I had to share. One of my favourites, which still boggles my mind to think about, was being fisted for the first time ever. 

This happened on the last day of our vacation, and I had already clocked 38 orgasms in less than 3 days. Suffice to say, Darcy had kept me “busy”… but he wasn’t letting me go home without checking the major item off my fuck-et list. I knew this when I walked into the bedroom and saw the towel and my toys spread out on the bed. Darcy was seated in a giant leather lounge chair beside the bed, just close enough to touch me as I crawled onto the bed towards him. I laid down and let my long legs, clad in black thigh-high socks, fall open and expose my throbbing pussy. I wasn’t sure if I was aching from want or from the previous two days to be totally honest. But when I looked up and saw the grin on Darcy’s face and his camera in hand, I knew nothing was going to stop me from enjoying this particular memory.  Read more »

The Naked Hitchhiker

This is Izzy is a woman that loves two things: driving her nice car, and showing off her hot body. Today was a boring day of for Izzy and her house mate, Jill; so she decided combine her two loves together. Jill watched as Izzy dropped her pants. Naturally Jill was confused about this, she asked what her housemate was doing. Izzy explains that regular driving doesn’t excite her like it used to do, so she wondered how hot it would like to drive out clothes. “You’re crazy.” Jill says, telling Izzy how much of a bad idea this is. Izzy doesn’t listen, she stands in front of Jill whilst sliding out of her silky panties. “What if you get pulled over?” Jill added. But Izzy insisted that she wouldn’t get stopped by the cop; and even if she did, she believes that it won’t matter. Izzy was pretty with a hot, slender figure and a nice wrack with a firm ass; so she believes she could easily flirt her way out of getting a ticket if a cop sees her nearly nude body. Wearing nothing but a T-shirt and a pair of trainers, Izzy strides out of the house. Her excitement builds as she walks down her drive way, as she gets in her car she discovers the satisfying feeling of the smooth leather seat against her soft skin and bare ass. Izzy drives away with a seat belt being the only thing covering her shaved crotch. Read more »

I [F] Earned my Collar from [M]aster

For all my years as a submissive, I never took a collar from a Dom(me); I was theirs for only the session. Last week that changed as I happily worked to earn the collar Master made for me. He gave me a single straight-forward task to earn my collar: make Master cum. For just a second I thought he was going to make this too easy but as he reached for the handcuffs and rope I realized he had other plans.

With the rope he constructed a simple but tight harness around my chest, shoulders and breasts. He looped the loose ends running down either side of my back, between my ass cheeks, wrapping tightly around my cunt and back up to my shoulders before completing a corset bind around my waist. If I didn’t hold good posture the ropes would pull and rub endlessly on my clit. My heart skipped a beat as he tossed me onto the bed, flat on my back, and gathered my hands above my head. The handcuffs locked around my wrists and were anchored at the head of the bed with another rope. Master stood up abruptly and left me there to pour himself a drink. Each second felt like an eternity as I lie there naked and bound; able to move around a bit but unable to touch my now soaked and aching pussy. Read more »

[F]ucked My Tennis Coach

In my mind, he’s hung like a bull. And that big, thick cock is stretching my tight Asian pussy to its limits. He is mercilessly pounding away in my barely legal cunt. My face buried is in the cushions of his dingy office couch so nobody can hear me whimper and scream as he violently thrusts until I feel his hot cum filling me up.

My pleated tennis skirt was on the floor next to my boring white panties. My white cotton tank top was tossed over the arm of the couch. My sports bra was pulled up. My tits ached from the rough way he’d grabbed them.

He was still fully dressed and trying to catch his breath. He’d only opened his shorts enough to get his dick out in a hurry. It was raining outside. I was still in high school. A few weeks before that day I’d still been a virgin. I remember every detail. It’s a movie that plays over and over in my mind. And it always leaves me wet and in need. I wasn’t exactly a good girl before that day, but it was definitely the day I became a full-blown slut. Read more »