[M] Tasked to walk around the mall licking up a cum filled ice cream cone.

The dare: Buy an ice cream cone, cum into it then stroll around the mall licking it up.
—

Had a few dares and tasks given following from my previous post. Decided to do this one as it’s a little step up from the last. An extra task was to have nipple clamps on.

First challenge was how I’d wear the clamps on in public without being too obvious about it. I only had these paperclip ones https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1Qz3XXH1YBuNjSszeq6yblFXal.jpg which I found were really painful and stuck out. I could deal with the pain, or so I thought, and a thick hoodie would mean it didn’t stick way the hell out, so I put it on. Damn it really is much stronger than a clothespeg.

I left the house and drove to the nearby mall. Nipples hurt every fucking step I took, as the thick hoodie material was rubbing against it.

When I got there, went straight to get some ice cream. So tempted to get chocolate for the white cum to obviously be out of place on it, but ended up chickening out and getting a lighter cookies and cream flavoured one. By this time, the clamps were seriously starting to hurt and I couldn’t just take it off in the middle of the store. Read more »

[MF] Drunk oral

I went out with friends last night for beers, and when I got home my wife was having a few drinks of her own on the couch. I poured another for me, and we curled up together.

There was a raging storm going on outside and we lost power. Waiting for it to come back, she lit a candle on the coffee table, poured us another round, and we just chatted.

My hand was rest on her thigh and I started to drag my fingers over her skin. She had showered and shaved earlier in the evening, so the skin was so soft and smooth. Just thinking about her smooth pussy got me hard. I was also drunk enough that I wanted to shoot my shot.

I put my drink down, leaned in to kiss her, and then said “I want to eat your pussy in the dark while we listen to the rain.”

She didn’t object and I got her re-positioned and slid off her night shorts and panties. I kissed, licked, fingered, and used every trick I know. I wasn’t trying to get her off immediately. As I lay on my stomach with my face between her legs, listening to the rain and her moans, I was in my happy place. This was about taking time, letting her enjoy the act as much as I do. Read more »

‘My buddy [M] is going to seed you [F] while you sleep’

After weeks of playful banter about meeting up again for sex, Jason texted and asked if I could come to his place in Garland on Saturday night. ‘Horny, eh?’, I asked him, kiddingly. ‘Actually, I’d like you to help me out, if you’re game.’ He had a friend visiting from North Carolina, a lumberjack hipster type who hadn’t dated a girl in months and who was crazy horny. ‘Come spend the night. My buddy is going to seed you. While you sleep. Help me out here.’ Jason learned about one of my fantasies and now he had set it up for me.

I packed an overnight bag and drove to Jason’s house on Saturday evening. We talked a bit and flirted, and he finally looked at me and said, ‘Time to tuck you in, beautiful. You have a long night ahead of you.’ Jason grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to his guest bedroom on the second floor. We talked and laughed as he freed me from my blouse and bra, then my skirt and panties. ‘So sexy’ as he pulled the bedspread down. The room was warm and the lamp light made it feel intimate. Read more »

48 [F] blows 20 [M] – Part 2…

You might’ve read my story where I gave my 20 year old tenant a blow job when it was his last day before leaving. That happened a couple of months ago now, and he went back to university. But I texted him a last week and he visited me a couple days ago… for a catch up ;) I just have to share this story, it’s probably a good idea to read my previous story before this one though…

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dbbffp/48f_blows_shy_20m_who_then_returns_the_favour/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dbbffp/48f_blows_shy_20m_who_then_returns_the_favour/)

It started by us just talking in the kitchen. It was pouring with rain outside.

“I’ve missed you.” I told him, leaning on the counter of which he sat across from me. His hair was still glistening due to the rain from the journey over.

“I’ve, uhh, missed you too.” He said nervously. I smiled at him and we made eye contact. “You don’t regret what we did, do you?” He asked me.

“No, of course not! It was amazing.” I laughed a little. “I’m not just saying this but I haven’t felt like that in a while”.

“Good,” he said, smiling. “Because it’s one of the best things that has happened to me.” Read more »

Hunting for Pokémon in a photographer’s garden [FM]

Oops, didn’t realise I’d forgotten to post this second part! Following an intense start to my second visit to a photographer (Story here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d7wz9v/tied_up_on_a_return_visit_to_a_photographer_fm/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d7wz9v/tied_up_on_a_return_visit_to_a_photographer_fm/) ), we took a relatively lengthy break before resuming – I took a shower to cool off and clean up, and spent quite some time lounging around his house in a loose t-shirt and shorts while we had some cold drinks and snacks and chatted about anything and everything, both sexual and not.

Eventually we’d both recovered sufficiently and were ready to go again, and so I returned upstairs to the bag I’d left in the bedroom. At last, it was time for me to debut a new cosplay, which I’d bought for a forthcoming convention but he’d been keen for me to try out here. The outfit was a classic – the female Team Rocket “grunt” outfit from Pokémon. The outfit is pretty simple – a black dress which stops above the knee, with a black cap, white belt and almost knee-high white boots. I opted for a black bra and thong underneath, and was changed and ready to go in no time (not least because this outfit didn’t require a wig, only my natural blonde hair). Read more »

I [M] sat next to a stripper [F] on my flight 12 hours after she grinded all over me

This happened last week when I was in NYC for work.

I was walking back to my hotel by myself after a dinner with colleagues and clients at around 10pm when I passed by a club called Sapphire Times Square. I recognized the name from the one in Vegas, and it turns out this location only opened a month or two ago.

I haven’t been to a strip club since I was 25 (I’m 33 now) but, to be honest, I wasn’t ready for the night to end so decided instead of a night cap at the hotel bar I would check out this Sapphire.

I walk down to the basement and pay the $20 cover. It is well done and while significantly smaller than any of the Vegas clubs I’ve been to, was big and clean enough that I didn’t feel shady even though it may have been a little over the top.

It turns out that Tuesday night at 10pm might not be prime time for this place (or maybe people don’t know about it yet). There were fewer than 10 customers there when I arrived but probably 15-20 dancers. There was one main stage in the middle with a big TV screen behind it showing the baseball playoffs. I settled at the bar and laid $12 for a Stella. Read more »

An Odd Duck [FM]

Sheila is what some around the office would call an odd duck, and that is by those that are being polite. She is a complete whack-job if they are being a bit more honest and a fucking crazy bitch if they are being blunt as hell, which happens to be the most popular description of Sheila behind her back. Personally, I always tried to hover with the odd duck viewpoint, but there are days where she tests that theory even with me.

First of all, she dresses a little bit strangely, mixing at least three different decade styles together that comes off feeling clashy versus synergistic. If her hair stays the same color for longer than two weeks, you would almost start to wonder if she fell on her head and became more sane. Sheila also always acts a little strangely too. Acts a little strangely how? Well, try to imagine a male elephant frantically screwing a kangaroo mouse and the impossibility of it seeming to be the most natural thing in the world. Sheila acts strangely like that. She speaks often in cryptic gibberish. She’ll start a phase of a sentence sounding like an ancient Greek philosopher, only to end the same sentence sounding like a 12-year old fresh from the lobotomy factory. Read more »

[M]y Summer o[F] Threesomes

When I was 20, I spent the summer between my sophomore and junior years of college working in London.  I lived in a dorm at UCL, and didn’t know a soul in town.

The second day I was there it was the World Cup final between France and Italy (Zidane’s headbutt game you might recall).  I had realized that day that my dorm actually had a pub in the basement for students, so I went down to check out the match and try to make some friends.

The bar was packed, so I took my beer and leaned back against a drink rail. Most of the game I quietly drank and watched, while taking in the scene and looking out for potential friends.  At halftime people started shifting around a bit to take a piss or get a beer, and two attractive brunettes wound up next to me.  Both about 5’6” with C-ish tits and thin waists and legs.  They were classic European girls who somehow managed to maintain better bodies than most American girls via nothing but cigarettes and caprese salads in London parks.  Dressed sexy but classy, they instantly got my attention. Read more »

A Night Out–Without my Husband

After finding the suspicious yellow panties, that were not mine, in the laundry, I went out. And I had fun! My husband, he was at home, or working, or whatever. I didn’t care really. What happened? Wouldn’t you like to know! Well, I’m no tease, you can find out [here](https://sexualcompass.com/2019/10/12/night-out/).

Published
Categorized as Erotica

So smooth [MF][anal]

I hid my face in the pillow. You had my bum up high and I just knew you were looking at me. I felt blushy and hugged the pillow tighter when your hands touched me.

You made me shave before you came home. All of me. It was two whole hours spent in the bathroom trying to get every hair for you but I think I did it. I was soft and smooth everywhere I could feel. I didn’t stop touching myself all afternoon just to feel how different it felt.

But you came home and that made me stop. Now I wanted you to feel. To let you know I did a good job for you. I wanted you to tell me I was a good girl. So you made me undress and put me on the bed like this. Open and exposed to you.

It was embarassing still, a little. But I was excited as well. You were finally going to feel how soft I was and you’d want to touch me all over with your gentle fingers. Read more »

Published
Categorized as Erotica Tagged