[F] (Accidentally) came in front of my nurse in the hospital

I know this isn’t as slutty as what’s usually told on here but I wanted to share my story anyway. There is still a whole swarm of butterflies taking residence in my stomach and nether regions when I think about it.

To set the scene:
I’ve been wheelchair bound since my early teens, having lost the feelings in both of my legs in a car accident. I’ve accepted and learned to live with it, nowadays it doesn’t really bother me.

I’ve been in the hospital for a few days, after I spilled some coffee all over my legs and realized too late how hot it must have been. I managed to burn them enough that the doctor decided to keep me a few days for observation.

So here I lie, quite bored, having caught up on everything interesting on Netflix, Amazon, etc. So while some documentary runs in the background, I fire up a new tab and turn to my secret shame, dirtypenpals. I’ve always been quite sexually active, though more with myself than with other people due to the wheelchair. Getting more and more turned on with each message I finally get one that just pushes all my buttons. I read it over and over again until I mentally tell myself “well, fuck it” and move my hand along my stomach down to my clit and start playing around with it.

Starting [M]y 20th with a bang in the track team locker room [mf]

The fall semester was in full swing. I was bummed to still be living on campus as a junior, even worse, I had a random roommate. However, my group of friends agreed to hold my birthday party at their apartment. Adding to the excitement, it would be the first big party we would hold that year. The theme was BET vs. CMT. As someone with no shame, I yeehawed in head first, making myself a cut-off tank top and a pair of comically short daisy dukes to go along with my American flag bandana. The party began as expected, too many guys and no one was drunk enough. After about two hours of platonic conversations, I started to lose hope. But that’s when Rae walked in.

We met the previous day at a new members event that my club was hosting. It wasn’t easy balancing my obligation to professionalism as an officer of the club with my recently acquired upperclassman bluster. After chatting for a bit, I was knocked down a few pegs back to reality. I couldn’t tell if she was shy or disinterested. Adding to my disorientation was her looks. Rae was the Schodinger’s cat of people, existing in multiple states simultaneously. Combining the ordinary: 5’3”, chest length brown hair, brown eyes, and fair skin; with the intriguing: slim thick, a small D bust, an aura of mystery/intimidation, and a devilish look.

The Breeder and the Wolves [MF] [FMMMMM] [Fantasy] [Preg]

The wolves were finally reaching their most desperate when they put out the call to the Breeder. The last female of breeding age was growing older, closer to when she would be able to breed no longer. And yet, the curse still held. This truly would be the last generation, just as the witch had said.

 

The Chief put out word that they would pay any price for a Breeder’s service, provided she would be willing to stay for an extended period to ensure enough females were birthed to continue the Lineage. And finally, one arrived.

 

She was a squat Goblin, barely three feet tall, but the soft thickness of her thighs and curvature of her ass showed she was more than experienced. With her, was a much thinner Goblin girl, one with barely any chest or hips visible under her simple leather cloak. Both had the same shade of blue-black hair, vibrant green skin, and glowing yellow eyes. The Breeder wore tight leathers barely covering her breasts and nethers, thigh boots so tightly laced that her flesh bulged over, threatening to spill free at a moment’s notice.

 

Rendezvous at the Red Room [FM, MFFM] [Written For Her Pleasure]

*This is written for a lady, you have to take on her mindset to enjoy it. All you have to know about her is that she’s beautiful, has a bit of a submissive streak, and deserves endless pleasure.*

The doorbell rings. You rush to your front door; you open it to find nothing but a lonely package sitting on your doorstep. The package is small, the size of a ring box, and it is rather unremarkable. The dull ivory of the box is only offset by the baby blue bow that holds the lid on. You undo the bow, remove the lid and find as you expected, as you hoped for, a key and a note. The note reads:

> Red Room #843; I will arrive at three o’clock this afternoon. Leave a note with the front desk telling me where you will be waiting. The bow that sealed this box: if I find you wearing in your hair I will take you right then and there. Be sure to dress appropriately.

[MF] Sexting With Much Older Married Co-Worker Leads To Middle Of The Night Rendezvous

[PART ONE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fbj9ut/mf_movie_theater_teasing_with_much_older_married/)

For those who haven’t read part one, let me bring you up to speed. Last fall/winter, I needed some extra cash, so I got a seasonal job at a department store. It was a bit of a change for me, as I usually work from home, but I found myself enjoying it more than I thought. Admittedly, one of the reasons I enjoyed it so much was because of my manager, Maria. A 46-year-old married mother of two. We ended up having a lot in common.

She quickly became my best friend at the store, which led to us going to the movies and making each other cum.

I was not scheduled to be working the next two days following the movie theater ~event~ so the next 48 hours were long. There was a touch of guilt, a little bit of horniness, and some thoughts of, “Will she fire me?” I mean, she was the one who invited me to the movies, she was the one who started touching my hand…SHE INITIATED EVERYTHING!

But still, I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. I mean, I had never been with a married woman before. I stay away from potential messes, but for some reason with Maria I ignored the “Caution wet floor” sign.

My [f22] first night working at a private swingers club [FFM]

So, a while ago my roommate and I went to an LGBT night at a private swingers club we’d seen advertised around by people we knew. The night we were there I spoke to the owner and we hit it off. He and his wife were older swingers who were still very active in the scene and liked to host nights out of a building they owned and had a hard time renting.

The place is BYOB and the first night I was there the wife was bartending and serving drinks towards the end of the night and I asked her about it, she said they had a girl who worked there for the last six months but she moved back to the West Coast to go to medical school. I spent two years bartending in college and made good money and she said you make really amazing tips because it’s BYOB and people aren’t spending money on expensive drinks.

I had a blast at the club that night and it was a younger, fun crowd so I talked to her about taking over the gig starting in March when I finished some other work stuff. I agreed to work Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights for the next few weeks and see how I liked it.

Just another roommate hookup [MF]

Yeah so I realize I’m not exactly the first to write about how I ended up having sex with my roommate. I mean fair enough. You put a couple of horny twenty-year-olds in a small two bedroom apartment day in and day out, chances are *something*’s going to happen at some point. Anyway, original or not, here’s how it happened to me.

Second year of college I shared an apartment with one of my good friend’s girlfriend. My previous roommate had moved out at about the same time she was looking for a new place, and my friend didn’t want her to move in with him, so things just worked out that way.

For me this arrangement was great. I made it clear to my friend that I didn’t want to hear him having sex in my apartment, and neither of us wanted to deal with the other bright and early in the morning, so his girlfriend slept over at his place almost every night. This meant that I essentially had the whole place to myself most of the time, which was great.

The Start [hotwife][M+F]

There’s something wrong with me. I should be jealous, I should be pissed, I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. My cock is rock hard and I am more turned on than I have ever been in my life. My beautiful wife is bent over with her tight ass in the air and her face buried in the couch, while my friend is behind her driving his massive dick into her tight pussy. Her moans of pleasure are muffled by the pillows but they can not be contained. There is definitely something wrong with me. How the fuck did we get here? My perfect wife, the woman I love with all of my heart is behaving like a porn star and I can’t look away. I’m afraid to even touch my cock for fear that it will explode.

It started as a normal night with friends. Drinks were flowing. Party games were being played. It was nothing out of the ordinary. My wife Kay kinda fancies herself a bartender and a she makes amazing cocktails. We both enjoy them, maybe a bit too much sometimes.

[M]y wi[F]e sucked off 12 boys last night

My wife is 38, decent looks very kinky, has a discreet naughty side

We have a gloryhole that we set up in our apartment for a bit of play times

Last night we invited over 12 fit young boys from Tinder, most were about half her age! And all 12 cummed directly inside her throat while she gave blowjobs

I love how slutty she is and how much cum she swallows :)

That time I made my roo[MM]ate my girlfriend for a few weeks in college

About 15 years ago, I was a college senior. I was an ice hockey defenseman and Army ROTC cadet, and probably what you imagine: big, strong, sort of a jock. Not dumb (at least, I don’t think!), but definitely not that interested in classes. That fall, there was this crazy flooding at our school and our ROTC dorm was evacuated. We were mostly scattered across campus, wherever they had room. I got bunked in this room with a sophomore named Joey.

Joey was this prissy little boy from some Boston family with money. He was gay, though he would always describe it in some kind of gender studies language I could give a shit about. He was probably 130 pounds and extremely feminine. Gay guys today would call him a twink. He was flirty, had long dirty blonde hair, liked to wear makeup and sometimes drag. When he did himself up, he could *just* almost pass as a cute, flat-chested girl. That sorta made me think… huh.