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Coudn’t end a night out without [f]ucking [M]ike

On Saturday I went out for dinner and karaoke with some people from the swingers forum. The same one I met [Ben](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dqyknx/i_fucked_a_yoni_masseur/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x) from. The room was huge. It had a pool table in it and everyone was drinking and making merry but pretty much nothing sexy happened.

So we got to 3am there was half a tower of some shitty beer and half a bottle of chivas left. I decided I’m gonna get smashed and hope some guy takes me home.

I told 1 guy, who was there with a partner, “you settle the beer and I’ll settle the whisky”. And that got some attention. The guys who hadn’t said anything to me all night suddenly raised their glasses to me.

The guy next to me had previously pinged me on wechat before but he wasn’t able to get me interested in him. But I figured, if I had a shot it’d be with this guy. Skinny and meek. I’ll call him Mike.

[MF] ([Confession] I am a sex addict since about 13 and the older women I have had sex with since then

I was feeling very liberated after putting my first post in Reddit and I have a lot of things to share. I am not great looking but am a good communicator. I Am 6’5″ tall and a bit over weight now but was incredibly fit and athletic till sports injuries caught up wth me in my late 40s and I have an average length but thicker cock and a sex drive that wont quit. I once masturbated 14 times in a day when I was 14 just to see if it would run out. But it didn’t. I think I am a functioning sex addict for older and/or muscular women and wouldn’t change it for anything. My main secret was never talk, never tell anyone, keep everything a secret, never kiss and tell, when told its over walk away and never look back. When your young you can do things to older women that would get you yelled at as an older male. I was very rarely told to go away. European women the most open to having fun. Sometimes I would see a woman I liked the look of or heard an exotic accent in or near my town and would discreetly follow and then days later go and knock on the door and ask if they had any jobs that need doing or want their lawn mowed. I worked in a supermarket for a while and that was a great way to make the first introduction or get a chance to earn some extra money and mow a lawn. Hot weather the best time for this and wear tight shorts and take your shirt off, ask for a drink and always chat. Sometimes it took 10 visits. After a while if i bumped into them they would often say my lawn needs mowing. I admit though I was being used in some ways as I must of mown a 100 lawns for free. Read more »

[MF] Getting even with my ex: the aftermath

In sex stories on the internet, when you get a text from a woman wanting you to fuck her brains out, you pounce without a thought.

In real life, things are different.

What I had done to Sud was supposed to be cathartic and one-time only. Sud’s sister and I dated since last year of high school. Our parents were friends. There was so much that could go wrong here that when I got that text my heart started beating fast.

What the fuck had I gotten myself into now?

If anyone back home got to know that I was messing around in the older sister’s marriage after being in a long relation with the younger one, the shit that could hit the fan would blow the roof out with it.

No way man, no fucking way you can do this. You are still in grad school, you can find a girl. You can find love again. Is it sex? You can get that too if you want. This is not worth it. You got your revenge, now this is done. Forget this and move on in life. Don’t touch this. Read more »

23F4A- Looking for a writer to make fantasy reality… A sexy, detailed reality.

Good afternoon degenerates, lovesicks, naughty-goers, voyeurs and camel-toer’s,

I’ve been known as each of the names you see above you but for tonight you can just call me Maddie. Just Maddie, just little ol’ me. So, I know what you’re thinking: this chick is either trying WAY to hard with creative writing, or isn’t a chick at all. Unfortunately, I AM in fact 100% woman, and I say unfortunately because sometimes I feel like it would be SO much more accepted to be a MAN with the specific urges that I have. What urges might those be, unfortunately female Maddie? Well… They’re the kind that can only be shared in a venue like this.

A little about me: I’m a x2 time college dropout with a major in “This shit is useless”, I float around jobs like every one of my slutty bff’s floats around boytoys, and I so wish I was like them… They each tell me I’m cute in a spunky kind of way, and I half believe them… But deep down, I’m NOT like them. While they’re out spreading their legs for Brad, Chad and Eldad, I’m at home, glued to the piercing blue glow of my laptop on nights just like tonight…(here it comes)… Rubbing myself dry to written sex. And not just written sex, fucking well-written intimate tales that actually take you on a ride somewhere that isn’t the soup aisle of a grocery store or the cramped bathroom of a coach flight. (Swear that last one almost happened to me in RL) Read more »

Banging my Secretary: Talk dirty to me M/F (Oral) (Domination) (facial) (blowjob) (deep throat)

I hooked up with my secretary again yesterday morning. She must have enjoyed herself because she came back begging for more.

I walked into my office and my secretary was one again already in there. She was sitting on the edge of my desk, her black skirt hiked up to her hips. She was leaning back on her elbows, spreading her legs apart. My secretary had skipped the thong today and instead wore, well nothing.

You can read all the nasty details [here](https://rileyblackstone.wordpress.com/2019/11/04/banging-my-secretary-talk-dirty-to-me/).

If you missed the story of my first hookup, you can read it [here](https://rileyblackstone.wordpress.com/2019/11/03/banging-my-new-secretary/).

Honeymoon dream [romance] part 2

Alyssa wakes up to two things, the sun shinning through the slightly cracked shades of hotel room 375 on the fourth floor, and a cock resting on her face

She looks at who the cocks attached to and finds her new husband Nate on the other end “did you enjoy last night” he says in a low voice “I knew it was you” she said back

She begins to stroke his shaft and kiss the head before sucking on it. After a while she begins to fit as much of it as she can into her mouth which is only about half since Alyssa is cursed with a small mouth.

He grabs her head and makes her choke as she pulls it out and makes a face at Nate saying hey, don’t do that!

Sorry” he says responding to her face. She smiles and says “I know” as she strokes his hard cock and begins to kiss his balls. He pulls away and she gives him the same face as before saying hey don’t do that, translating to give it back. And her don’t do that face gets kissed repeatedly and they begin to make out Read more »

Honeymoon dream [romance] [rape] prt 1

Alyssa walks through a quiet dark hotel hallway late at night from swimming, her new husband Nate went shopping for some “sexy clothing” whatever that means, so she decided to go for a swim. She puts in her key card to door 375 on the 4th floor to their room and the click can be heard through the hall. She opens the door to a newly made bed she new her and her boyfrie- I mean husband were ganna mess up. “ id better clean up and put on something sexy” she thought to herself steadily inching herself to the hotel shower.

She bathes herself in preparation for the big night, and has her see through shirt and black underwear set out on the counter waiting for her when she gets out. She washes with the hotel soap and shampoo then steps out and dries off. After completely dry she realized the outfit isn’t there, “must’ve forgotten it on the bed” she whispers to herself and steps out of the bathroom to see it, like she thought, I’m her bed. Read more »

Nikki’s Awakening [Mf, prostitute]

The summer of 2012 I was 15 and between my freshman and sophomore year of high school. At 5’3 and 97lbs with muscular legs and a flat stomach from years of club soccer, I was definitely aware of boy’s attention. My parents are German and Italian and the Arizona sun has tanned me to the point that most people think I’m Mexican except for my blue eyes.

In the spring I started realizing I had a certain power over boys. A little flirting and they’re ready to give me a ride or buy my lunch or things like that. I lost my virginity back in January to a Senior who bought me a $300 jacket. The whole thing lasted like 10 minutes but 6 months later I still like the jacket. My friend Jeni and I had gone to Scottsdale Fashion Square Mall earlier in the week to go shopping for bikinis for the summer. We went into a store we couldn’t really afford and found these expensive, tiny string thong bikinis. I couldn’t believe they could charge more than $150 for something that has less than 6 inches of material. We left the store and as soon a we did a guy walked up to us. He was about 50 and clearly out of shape but wearing a nice suit. He said “I saw you two in the store looking at those bikinis. Why didn’t you buy them?’ Jeni laughed and said “Obviously we don’t have $300.” The guy told us to wait and went into the store. A few moments later he came out with a bag. I reached for it but he said “Hold on, if you want these you can have them but you have to try them on for me.” I looked at Jeni and then looked back at him and said “Where are we going to do that? The store doesn’t allow that”. Read more »

Gaming interruption. [FM]

Wearing my thigh high socks and nothing else… unless you count the shackles on my wrist behind my back. Kneeling low with my legs spread, waiting quietly for a shred of attention that you might throw my way. Vulnerable and exposed just the way you liked me. I adjusted my legs slightly, hoping to restore some feeling back into them. I can tell that I’m dripping wet already, waiting for you. Your monitor light reflected off your face, busy with the game you’re playing, talking to your mates as if you didn’t have a naked, little sex toy waiting for you. I exhaled loudly.

Nothing.

I moaned in frustration.

Your typing froze momentarily, “I’ll be back in a sec guys.” you said into your mic. You swung your chair around to face me. You rested your arms on your arm rest and leaned your head onto a clenched fist, studying me, frowning. My heart beat increased and my breathing deepened, wondering what you were thinking, knowing I made a mistake. It felt like a lifetime of your intense stare before you whispered “Did I give you permission to make a noise?” Read more »