He [M]ade Italy [F]un..

It was our first night in Italy together… we were excited because we were by chance going to the same place. Or maybe he only came for me, I’m not sad either way. Our first evening there we spilt some pizza and beer on a dock and let out feet dangle in the water. We were tired from traveling but that never stopped our conversation or our excitement to be in a new place together. We wandered the ally ways and narrow city paths and found ourselves at a little restaurant along the canal. Somewhere in the midst of dinner a storm blew in and we sat it out with a bottle of wine until we could get a bus back to the hostel.

This hostel was awesome, one of my favorites. Once we were back we stayed in the lounge area and drank tequila and played foozeball until we ran out of time and the bar closed down. With a pretty hefty buzz and a bunch of giggles we made it back to his room. He was alone for the night, I had 5 other people in my room so of course we settled on talking in his room. It started as casual and ended with sweet goodbyes. Nothing more. The next night was a different story.

[MF] fun night in the city with my Latina GF back in the day

So I thought I’d share some stories from back in the day. I’m pounding this out on my phone so excuse my typos please. Long wind up. Thanks for hanging in there

Back in college was dating this hot little Hispanic Chica. Loved her from the first day I saw her… Busty, short, curvy , great hair, great smile. Total spark plug. Fun and fiesty. I got to know her and we hooked up … she was DTF most all the time. As I later found out … without clothes it got even better. Short little hour glass. 32DD breasts with perfect nipples that tightened up and stood tall when teased, perfectly trimmed pussy… that instantly was wet, wet, wet.

Me, classic white guy. Dark brown hair. Not cut, but certainly not sloppy. 6 ft and 185 lbs. spose I look better with clothes on than off but oh well. my game is more about being smart, fun, a bit of a smart ass, and love to get various groups to party together. The more the merrier. Love adventure. Truth is I love women and I love women’s bodies … been told I’m “….an x-rated romantic”.

Hotwife Starbucks Hookup [MF]

First let me describe my wife. She is now a BBW, 5-02, 200, 38-32-44. She has beautiful shoulder length platinum hair. Her company has offices throughout the region and she occasionally travels for work, once or twice a year maybe. She has been known to find a playmate during these trips.

Yesterday she had to attend a 10 a.m. meeting at a facility about two hours away. She left home about 7:30 dressed in a black business suit with a shiny blue blouse and black flats. The meeting ran a little long and didn brake up until 12:30. She begged off going out to lunch and left for home.

Just before she got on the interstate, she decided to pee and grab a coffee at the Starbucks. Just as she got to the door a guy came up and opened the door for her. Being a good southern girl she said “Thank you.” Surprisingly, instead of saying “You’re welcome,” the guy said “You are beautiful.” She stampered out another “You’re welcome,” and headed to the bathroom.

My wife got pregnant and has no idea by who [MF]

Figured I’d share this here too. I’m sure it will mostly get downvotes but for the few that are into this, here you go.

I’m dusting off an old burner account for this one because I don’t want to associate it with my main one since this has to do with “breeding” and not what I’m typically into.

My wife and I have been doing the hotwife thing for over 2 years now. Although I see it as a hotwife relationship, it definitely has a lot of elements of cuckolding. Anyway, that’s besides the point.

“Anal in the City” [mf] [anal] [short]

This is one of my first stories I ever posted. Not here, but when I did it on Instagram. So any of you Instagram spill-overs, you might remember this. Plus, I remember all your fine asses. You do know you can show that ass on here, right? Anyway, I’m sorry. I hope you like this.
“Anal in the city”
A few years ago, I was in the city, hitting all the nightclubs, with a buddy of mine. Well, we went from one bar to the next, and it was kind of an ongoing joke because we saw these two girls at three different places during the night. Like they were following us. So, after the “third” hello of the night I decided to break the ice and go and talk to them.

I was more into the petite, 5’3”ish blonde, than the tall brunette. She also seemed to have a “I could love this girl” look to her. So, we were talking about the band and how they suck, and I yelled out “PLAY FREEBIRD” which naturally gave our table dirty looks from all the band followers. We decided to leave. The girls lived together in an apartment in the city. My buddy was already making out with his girl, but I wanted to take it slow with mine. Her name was Anissa. Mine, is Thomas.

Overwatch – Corporate Misconduct [MF, Symmetra, Rough, Hardcore, Creampie]

Symmetra regained consciousness with a start. The dark-skinned Indian woman quickly looked around as she tried to remember where she was and what had happened. Quickly enough, she saw she was at home, but the reason she was just waking up still eluded her. Someone grabbed me from behind, she remembered. As her gold-brown eyes continued looking for clues, she realized that both of her arms were bound behind her back and she was seated in a chair in her kitchen. The specialist in solid-light projection combat struggled to break her bonds. Unfortunately, even her white cybernetic arm was unable to break the bonds that had been placed on her arms and locked them behind her back.

“Ah good, you’re awake. I was worried the gas was too strong.” A voice rang out in Symmetra’s dark kitchen. Almost instantly she started looking for the threat, but she quickly realized something even more urgent than the stranger’s voice and the fact that she was tied to a chair. She was naked!

The Camgirl Part XXXI: It Hurt Too Damn Much [Oral] [MF]

**XXXI: Blake**

“Thanks.”

“Thanks?”

“For letting me suck your cock,” she said, unable to keep herself from grinning at her mental picture of what is expression must be, “It was really fun. We should definitely do that again some time.”

Liam said something after that, but the words were too fuzzed and ephemeral for Blake’s mind to register. She didn’t fall asleep, exactly. She more…floated. The sensation seemed oddly familiar for some reason.

Then Blake found herself stepping out of Liam’s bathroom, a towel tied around her waist, bikini hanging up behind her on the shower. Well—bikini bottoms, at least. Teasing Liam while they swam in her pool had been too tempting to resist. She just hadn’t tied it tight enough. Once it came off…well…he’d already seen much more than just her tits. After that, there was no reason for her to cover up now.

As Blake stepped into her bedroom, she frowned at the sight of Liam on her bed, looking at his phone. The jerk was wearing pants! A towel would have been much easier for Blake to just rip off.

Thinking about that reminded Blake of her throbbing pussy and its current predicament.

[F]ooled around in his office, almost getting caught [FM][long]

This is an update about a hot coworker of mine I wrote about a few months ago. Please check out the first story to understand this one fully – https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/by30mm/oh_just_fuck_me_already

Long story as always!

CK and I have a sexual tension I’ve really had with no other person before.

It’s probably due to the fact that we both have a very twisted sense of humour, we both grew up not happy with our outward appearances, and both have recently changed that.

I grew up very obese and after working very hard, am now in a place where I feel very confident with my body. I have curves that men crave, large breasts and a big butt and thighs, with a flat midsection. You can check out my body on my account if you want.

I’ve worked with CK around a year and a half now. I’ve seen him change tremendously in that time as well due to his efforts at the gym. He’s tall with strong, sexy arms that I can’t help but stare at anytime he’s not in long sleeves. Incredible butt that I’ve tried to not get caught checking out, basically everytime he walks by. Dark hair with a smile that makes me wet each time I’m the cause of it appearing.

Wife (45/F) and I (47/M) are happily married and sexually frisky, into light BDSM and fantasy. We’ve been fantasizing so much about a third person in the room that she wrote me this story and asked me to finish the second half! [MF] [MMF]

We check-in to our hotel room and find our room on the 27th floor. We carefully unpack silently while sizing up the kind bed, the slots in the headboard (perfect for restraints), and the uncovered floor to ceiling windows overlooking NYC. It’s dusk and while we both enjoy the view we are especially excited about the exposure, our exposure to the world. I hang up my clothes in the closet and set up the sex toys side-by-side on the bedside table. You methodically untie and inspect the rope, running it carefully between your fingers and slowly twisting it in a figure 8. Next you pick up the leather whips one-by-one carefully running your finger over the edges and inspecting them carefully. You flash me a sinister smile and sideways glance when you quickly crack each whip against the table to remind me why we are here. My breath quickens and heart beats faster with each snap of leather against wood. After you inspect each piece you place the toys in the drawer to hide them from the massage therapists who are due in our room shortly.

[MF] Fingering the Fiancée of a Feminine Frat Friend

This is a story about a public sexual encounter I had with a friend’s fiancee (more like acquaintance’s fiancee if I’m being honest – I couldn’t help myself with the alliteration in the title) in front of him at his birthday party.

*****

*Background*: I met Josh in grad school. The class sizes were small and we worked together on a few group projects, and so I got to know him decently well. I think Josh likes the idea of being a guy’s guy, but most would describe him as very effeminate – he is small framed, wears expensive flashy clothing, and speaks with a nasally, gay lisp. Many of my gay peers jokingly expressed relief that there was someone ‘gayer and more flamboyant’ than them in our class. Josh was extremely sensitive about his masculinity and sexuality, though, often giving knee-jerk reactions to any jokes that might even insinuate he is gay, and talking about sex and women (reminiscent of scenes from The 40-Year-Old Virgin) or about cars and hanging with his frat bros. I don’t want to get too far into armchair psychology, but it really seemed like an unfortunate case of bad case of repression and a lack of self-acceptance.