I have a friend, Dave, he’s French, with his parents from Senegal. He looks a bit like hot French actor Omar Sy. He is tall like him and even bulkier, though a bit older. He served in the French military in Africa and Afghanistan and apparently did some rough things overseas – but: he is the sweetest and most devoted male lover I ever met! He is cute and friendly and charming, totally that gentle giant a woman feels so protected when with him, no matter if on the streets or between the sheets. When she wants it, he can fuck his lady with his huge cock like a savage, but when he feels she needs it slower, he immediately pulls out, forgets about his raging cock and slightly touches her with his fingertips and kisses her with his tongue wherever she wants to be touched. He is like THE MOST PERFECT lover EVER!
our office romance pt 2 [age gap] [office] [romance] [45M] [24F] [on going]
**Hello part 1 was set up and on my page**
I stand up and quickly glance down at the chair ensure I didn’t leave my mark showing how excited I am. And shuffle out of your office with your words still ringing in my ears about how at the end of my day you’ll give me real work. I shook my head to shake the thoughts and hopefully get back to work.
When I got back to my desk all I could think about was you and our interaction, would I be able to live up to your expectations, what if I disappointed you, am I what you wanted. I couldn’t let the negativity impact me and carried on. Around 4:30 pm people start to leave and by 5:30 the office is a ghost town. I stayed at my desk looking busy just like you asked when I got a ping if I could come see you in your office.
No pool towels leads to titty Fuck [26F]
I was alone on a business trip and my company was too cheap to put me up at the hotel the conference was held in so I was about 3 blocks away at a pretty empty hotel that was a little run down. I was bored out of my mind so I went down to the hot tub because sometimes a girl just wants to feel sexy even if she’s all alone lol.
[MF] Let my bf’s roommate play with me while he was out (22f)
Just need to get this off my chest. For context, my boyfriend is in his final year of uni and we live separately, but since we are so close by I go over to his like 5x days a week. He has a roommate who I’ve always thought of as attractive, let’s call him J.
Yesterday I got back from work and went straight over to their place, my bf still had an hour of class left but J was home. He was watching netflix in the living room in just his boxers, not an uncommon sight but i’ve been incredibly sexually frustrated this week.
I said hi and then went and got changed into my tank top and shorts, but decided to go without my bra and panties. I don’t know what came over me but I decided to lay next to him on the couch, with my ass just inches away from him. My shorts are pretty tight and I think he noticed the outline of my pussy because he shifted a bit.
Was it just my imagination? [MF]
I’m not going to tell you exactly who she was. Not here, maybe in private I’ll confess that part.
But we were amateur business partners in a way. Ok, we owned two houses jointly. She did all the work and I could get the finance approved. The benefits of being older I guess. She was younger and full of energy. I had got into business with her reluctantly but she just knew how to persuade me, knew what buttons to push. I just couldn’t say no to her. I sometimes wondered if my wife was ever suspicious?
‘What are you doing later?’ the text read. That thrill of a message from her. The open question, leaving room for the imagination to stir.
‘We need to sign the deeds can you come over?’ The imagination stirring even more. An innocent reason to be invited over to hers one morning.
‘I’m tired after my shift, I’ll leave them on the kitchen table. I’m going to bed. I’ll leave my back door open’.
It was that last one that got me. Was she teasing me? Was it my imagination? She definitely knew what that phrase actually meant. She was funny and filthy. Was she toying with me? Was I imagining it.
[M] keeping diary/log of all [F’s] with whom he was sexual
This is not so much a gonewildstory as it is a means to record gonewildstories for the future. From the time I was first sexual I kept a diary. Among other more mundane thoughts and experiences, I made a habit of recording my sexual escapades whether it was tame or ‘gone wild.’ I can not say that every act was written up in great detail, but most of them were. What I can say, however, is that I began to keep a shorthand log of all partners. Even if I didn’t make it an entry in my diary, I would record the woman’s name, age (if I knew it), date (at least month/year), and what we did sexually.
I can not begin to tell at least the guys on reddit the wisdom behind keeping that simple one page log. Even if I didn’t record the whole ‘hook-up,’ just the name, alone, would jog my memory years later and I would be able to recreate the entire scene in my head. The other details helped, but as long as I had a name and often times the approximate date of our hook up(s), that was all I needed.
Gf (19) was in a PSA in college.
/> Was in college with GF (really cute, petite, straight A, brunette girl with glasses). For some reason our school thought there was a problem with body shaming and bullying.So they decided to have a campaign for body positivity and inclusivity. They had the social work department/students make the material for them.
GF had a friend in the social work department who asked her if she wanted to help out with the anti-bullying body positivity campaign and she said sure.
When GF was doing it I asked her how it was going and she just said “just wait till it’s done and you’ll see”
So one day I’m in the cafeteria and I see her commercial come on the tv.
It starts with a chubby girl crying in her underwear after being bullied for being fat in the locker room. The mean girls were saying “omg she’s hideous!” as she had to get changed.
Then GF and other girls show up and start changing at the lockers across from the chubby girl. It shows GFs cute naked butt as she pulls down her panties to change into her gym clothes.
My [F] Concrete Jungle Girl [F]
It was a beautiful day in the concrete jungle. Sunlight poured in through the large, plate-glass windows of the skyscraper, warming the concrete floor. Birds chirped outside the office” (if you could call it that) as if it were a sanctuary, instead of a rat race of cubicles stacked on top of each other.
The walls were covered in framed degrees and the occasional plant, but it all looked so drab and depressing. I wondered if that was the point. “Hey,” I said to my co-worker and friend, Liz, who was sitting in one of the overstuffed chairs by the coffee machine.
Liz had been with me since the beginning of my career as a financial analyst.She was a beautiful redhead with a great figure and a kind heart. “How’s the new model working out for you?””Not bad,”
I said, pulling my phone out of my pocket and checking the time. “I need to head over to the shoot now. My boss wants me to try some new things with my hair.””New things?” Liz asked, raising an eyebrow.
Such a Good Girl [FICTION]
“Mmm… You’re bad, get spanked.”
He said it as he unclasped my bra and I wiggled in his lap. I nibbled his bottom lip. Kissing one breast, he smiled.
“Please kneel.”
I squirmed and unfastened his first shirt button, but he pushed me off his lap. I kissed and played with his earlobe, but he pulled away and nudged me. Standing half-naked, I felt exposed.
Turn over, good girl.
He smoothed my skirt and slid an assessing hand from my waist to the curve of my ass where it met my thigh. An grateful “mmm” and pinch followed.
“Why wait? Kneel.”
I bent slowly despite his small impulses. He grabbed the nearest erect nipple. After playing, he gave me some light butt smacks.
He hauled back and dropped a heavier one as I wiggled. Winced and cried.
“You enjoyed that?”
He raised my skirt to my waist. He started with tiny tugs and eventually pushing it up with both hands. Two fingers worked beside my thong. He touched my nipple again as I moaned.
Sucking his fingers before spanking again.
“You’re wet and delicious, baby. Slut.”
Blushed. He gave me a few hard slaps above the thighs. I gasped and cried by the end. I relaxed and he fingered me again.
“Your butt has my handprint. You enjoyed that?”
My ass hurt and my eyes watered. He was smiling without looking.
“I hurt more than you.”
He slapped me gently and increased pressure. He stopped and ran his fingers through my hair as I was crying large ripe tears. He rubbed my back after wiping my eyes. I stopped breathing and my thong fell to my knees.
“You loved that more than you confess.”
I shuddered as he touched my clit. As I held his leg, he continued. I eagerly took his fingers, easing the spanking agony. Tensed muscles, I exhaled encouragement.
“You enjoyed that? I’ll add. It’s a teaser of your next bad girl act.”
He stood me up and pushed me to bed. I winced as he bent me again, grinding my ass.
“Don’t turn.”
I laid facedown on the sheets, motionless. His belt clinked softly as he removed it from the loops. He waited quietly. A draft shivered me.
I glanced.
The belt dropped three times. The quick welts made me scream. He unbuckled and undressed alongside me. I heard the linen ruffle on the floor. He opened and closed the bedside table drawer, leaving me confused. He lay beside me again.
He squeezed lubrication over his index finger towards my face. He moved closer and kissed my cheeks. He added, withdrew, and added again. He repeated it, stopping to tug my skirt up again.
“You love this baby. Quitting. Good girl.”
He placed me on my knees with my face on the blankets. He kneeled behind me, saying this was his favorite part. Biting my lip, he gently worked within me. Holding my cheeks apart, he dug his nails in. I relaxed, he groaned.
“Keep going baby.”
He sighed, allowing me time to adjust. His thrusts began lightly and deepened. He moved slowly but painfully. I looked in the closet mirror and saw it all. He flexed every muscle.
He gasped again. He kissed my back and brushed my hair away. I groaned as he thrusted again and paused. Afterward, he kissed me again.
I love God.
He stopped pausing and changed his pace. Deep thrusts that penetrated me entirely and then almost withdrawn. His occasional kisses grew into subtle bites escaped me.
He inhaled and collapsed on me, signaling his arrival. His hands moved from my breasts to my shoulders, forearms under me. Biting my shoulder, he pulled me down. Our sweat mixed, he shuddered, hurting me deeply.
His arms relaxed and he rested on my back. I twisted and gasped as he softened inside me. I only managed a few words since I thought he was ignoring me.
“Let’s pierce you. Tongue, clit, nips. Like that?”
Rolling off me.
“No idea.”
“We’ll finish tomorrow.”
Exhausted. I shut my eyes but couldn’t sleep. Adrenaline hadn’t finished. He fondled me, teasing my clit. I let him off easily.
He kissed my neck and talked into my ear as I descended.
“Something special. Join me.”
He stood, grabbing my hand. My ass blistered as I followed him to the restroom. I knew when he pointed to the bathroom. He plugged me in.
The first warm stream on my lower back made him smile. He let it sit on my ass before applying it to my hair. Though red, I didn’t move.
“Show your gorgeous face.”
My hands dripped urine. Closed my eyes and faced him. He ended there, the final drops on my lips. Inspecting his work, he smiled.
“Shower and sleep. Waiting.”
What Girls Do P3
She spent longer than she expected searching the aisles for the “perfect” skirt. Finally she found the type of skirt she had in mind. It should hang a few inches below her crotch, but be revealing should she choose it to be. The skirt was, light cotton, with a red paisley print. She found an opaque white blouse that would reveal what was underneath.
She took her cart to the changing room. Her bra cups and Mary’s fantasy thoughts started to hurt her nipples. She entered the fitting room after checking with the clerk. As she entered the fitting room, her inner labia slid against each other. She envisioned her clit hiding beneath its protective hood trying to peek out and seek attention.
Mary’s fantasies about how she would look in her black lace bra and crotchless pants were distracting her from shopping.
Entering the changing room with only the skirt, the blouse and her purse, her previous purchases being watched by the clerk, she began the process of trying the clothing on. She tried the skirt first. She removed the baggy sweatpants. As she tried on the skirt and blouse, her damp panties felt cold against her pussy.