Madeline Is A Fucking Whore For The Holiday Party [Freeuse] [gangbang]

Trevor had been looking for the bathroom when he opened the door and saw Mads.

He was looking for somewhere private so that he could sneak a quick bump of coke. He didn’t do it that often anymore, and besides, Jake and Claire both said they didn’t mind as long as he kept it to himself. He opened a door in the hall that he thought was the bathroom, but when it opened, he saw something unexpected…

When the door slowly swung open, he saw a young girl, with pale skin, tattoos, and purple hair. She was completely nude, save for a Santa hat which sat askew on her head, as well a sign that hung around her neck, held there crudely by a piece of string. It looked slightly cartoonish on her tiny frame. Trevor apologized and began to close the door when he heard her speak.

“It’s okay. Are you from the party?”

Trevor froze. His hand gripped the knob a bit tighter as he wiggled it with anxiety. He was wondering if she was going to ask him what he was doing, but when she didn’t, he was caught off guard.

Heavy rain [MF] [First person] [Special force] [Part 2]

I slowly open my eyes. It’s warmer and I feel the weight of a blanket over my body.

“Always so stubborn”. Your voice is low and I try to move to look at you. The chains rattle. Being restrained again makes my hope sink. I hear you rustling around and I flinch when you sit down beside me.

“Open your mouth”. I stare into your beautiful eyes but I keep my mouth closed. You smirk at my stubbornness. “I only want to give you something for the pain, and some water”. You help me sit up and then you hold up two pills. “Now… be a good girl and open”. I obey and you give me the painkillers and hold out a bottle of water. I put my lips to the edge and you pour.

The cold water is like a blessing and I drink greedily. You move the bottle away and I take a deep breath. You put the bottle down on the ground and pull the blanket off me.

“What are you…?” I move but your hands are already on me.

Heavy rain [MF] [First person] [Special force] [Part 1]

I’m surprised my boss didn’t call this off. But I guess no matter how much rain falls from the sky, even if it could drown us, are not a reason for stopping this operation. Operation Nightsky have been carefully planned under almost a month and being a part of the special force in DEA my time has come to shine. Me, and a couple of other colleagues are in charge of moving in, and we all got clear orders – only shoot to kill.

It’s cold and dark, I am glad i’m not the one who drives the car, as my nerves are on edge. The adrenaline is running like wildfire through my blood. I lick my lower lip nervously as the car stops.

“Everybody out”. My boss commands and we, all the 5 of us, step out. The rain hits hard. Even if I wear waterproof gear I can feel the hardness of the drops. Luckily I wear a black cap, which helps keeping the ice cold water from my eyes. With the heartbeat rushing in my ears I have to concentrate hard when my boss hands out the orders. I’m to follow with another colleague on the north side of the main building.

Christmas feast.. [gangbang] [cumplay]

I had one wish this year, and I had made it clear from September onwards that not getting it was not going to be an option.
My husband was never into half the things that festered in my filthy mind. I could see from his face when I first told him about my cravings for a room full of men, that although he hated the idea, he loathed my unhappiness more so.
So here I was arriving home, the last Friday before Christmas, to a note and gift box on the kitchen table. His handwriting clear and precise..

*’be clean and ready for 9pm, clothing choice is not important, but wear this.’*

My [M] night of hard pegging with a cute domme girl

A night of hard pegging with a hot domme girl

This is a story from a few years ago when I (M) was 22 and at my sluttiest. I was just starting to investigate BDSM and kink.

I’d signed up to Fetlife and was scrolling when I saw a girl I recognised from bars and punk shows around my city. She had a really nice curvy figure and a punk style. Her profile detailed how she was sexually very dominant and quite involved the local kink scene.

I wrote to her to her to say “hello”, explain we had some mutual friends and that I was beginning explore my kinks. We spoke in particular about how I wanted to try being submissive. We chatted a little and then agreed to go for a drink.

We had a couple of beers and spoke about our sexual histories for a while before she asked if I wanted to go back to hers and told me all her housemates were away.

We got a taxi to hers and as we got out of the car she grabbed my ass hard and asked if I was ready. My heart raced as I said yes.

Getting caught [TM] by her [TF]

my gf (23, T woman, i’ll call her Julia) and i (non-binary AFAB person) just moved cross country last week! the first evening after our move, we were both chilling in “bed” (an old mattress on the floor that we gussied up with our sheets and blankets) just recovering at like 10pm from all the moving errands we’d done. the roomies were hanging in the living room winding down doing their own thing, and our door was shut for the night.

to set the scene, it’s a moderately small bedroom, a tall window right by our currently floorbound mattress, carpeted floors, unpacked boxes of our possessions strewn about the floor jungle-like. she’s tall with shoulder-length deep blue hair, green eyes, elegant long limbs and warm olive skin, with a pert round butt and good handfuls of tits. i’m 5’8, short pink hair, great booty from lots of biking and small waist with perky B cups from the effects of birth control ?

julia lay beside me engrossed in an RPG on her nintendo switch™️ while i toyed with something idly, innocently, that had resurfaced when i unpacked my clothes. it was my favorite and only dildo, a smooth clear purple jellyish beast of 6 inches. i love it because it’s aaaaalmost as delightfully pleasing (and dare i say filling) as my girlfriend’s cock.

Office Crush and the Morning Rain // A Letter (X-posted)

This morning, as the rain pelted the windows, I felt your breath against my neck, your eyes piercing mine as you lay next to me, those dark brown eyes that melt me, I felt your finger on my clit, slowly massaging it, enjoying that control you have over me, as you do. And I woke up too quickly, but kept myself in a dream state as I brought my own fingers to my cunt and pretended it was your hand there, on me, controlling me, as the rain continued to pour down against and beat against the roof top. We were both happy there, unafraid, and wanting. I closed my eyes and for the next ten minutes imagined you torturing me, pulling away each time I was about to come, just watching me quiver and then shake as I couldn’t take it anymore. I swirled my fingers over my clit and imagined so hard it was you, until I exploded and squirted all over myself, moaning and biting my lip, holding myself in the warm and wishing it was you there holding me, and maybe stealing a kiss or two or a thousand, instead of being alone here listening to the rain.

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The Red Heels [MF] [Cowgirl] [Creampie]

It was the last box that we needed to unpack from my pack from her parent’s attic. The more we cleaned up that place the more interesting and old were the objects and memories we saw. From old documents that showed the family’s roots and marriages, to toys and money from the beginning of the twentieth century. Even with them being inside boxes or bags, most items were still covered with dust.

As I took out the items from the last box, I noticed a shoe box in the bottom. To no surprise, it was dusty. After removing some of the dirt from the box, I noticed it had written “lust” with a marker. I was about to open the box when she arrived to the attic and asked me to bring those last items downstairs.

I did as requested and kept the show box in a corner, to ensure we didn’t misplace it with the donations or garbage piles.

After we finished cleaning, I took the opportunity to look inside the show box, without knowing what to expect. As I opened the cover, I could see red silhouettes reflecting to me. This was, indeed, a shoe box. Inside there was a pair of gorgeous red heels that raised over 3 inches laying over a white cloth.

[FM] I caught my roommate stealing my panties pt.2

[part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e5v88q/fm_i_caught_my_roommate_stealing_my_panties/)

I really wasn’t planning on writing about how this went down because I’ve tried my best to purge it from my memories but I got enough requests that I figured I would at least wrap this story up.

Anyway, M and I fucked several times over the break until F came back. We had free range over the place so we would do it all over. His bed, my bed, the living room, kitchen, you name it. Now don’t get the wrong idea, we weren’t having sex multiple times a day, maybe once a day for a few days straight if we were lucky. We still had other obligations but those aren’t really important to this story. F told us that she was coming back in the afternoon one day so we had sex one last time in freedom before we would have to sneak around her. The main issue wasn’t that we didn’t want to have a threesome or that we were catching feelings, it was really just that we didn’t want her to feel weird in her own home and we were really relying on her to help us pay rent.

25 Days of SEXmas – December 19 – Tina’s Christmas Wish (MF) (Virgin) (Anal) (Fantasy)

Tina lay back in bed.  Her Christmas nightgown, green with Rudolph heads, came to just above her knees.  *Another Christmas alone, another year alone.* She thought as she pulled the blankets up to her chin and tried not to cry.

Tina was desperately lonely.  Her only boyfriend, back in high school, had cheated on her with half the cheerleaders in school. Ever since then, she had never been able to trust anyone in a relationship.  The problem was, she was so lonely, and if she was honest with herself, horny.  At 22 years old, Tina was still a virgin, and if there was one thing she really wanted for Christmas, it was to get laid.  As she watched the clock change from 11:45 PM to 11:46 PM on Christmas Eve, she closed her eyes and whispered into the darkness.

“Dear Santa, all I want for Christmas is to get laid.” She held her breath, half expecting a flash of light and Santa to appear.  She shook her head at her own stupidity and went to sleep.  The last thing she heard before sleep took her was the sound of the Church bells ringing in Christmas day.