The Camgirl Part XXIV: Dreaming of Dick [Fsolo] [Implied MF] [Implied MFF] [Anal] [Exh] [Mast]

**XXIV Blake**

Blake shut the door on Marie with fifteen minutes to spare until her show started. Turning around and leaning against the door, Blake found herself sliding down it to huddle on the floor, shoulders sagging in relief as she sighed.

Once again, Liam had to be annoyingly wonderful, texting Marie with a request to go downtown and get some lunch and walk around the shops. Blake had jumped at the chance to help Marie get ready for date, as too many possibilities of what Marie might do with nothing to distract her once Blake began her show had floated through her head. Marie could have gone on her own computer and watched Blake’s show, could have asked Blake to watch like she did that one time that seemed years in the past. Blake had even imagined Marie asking to join in. She knew that one was ridiculous, yet with what had happened the night before, her mind wouldn’t let it go completely, and she felt shitty for thinking that of her friend. Read more »

Ome of my favorite threesome experiences, a bit lengthy…

So, I was dating a girl a few years back. We had an open relationship which was quite amazing and I’d ended up making out/messing around with most of her single friends from time to time on drunken nights. The first time she and I had a proper threesome was with her friend, K, on K’s 32nd birthday.

Now, gf, K, and I had messed around before but never went all the proverbial way. We were with a group of folks at a concert and all quite inebriated as that was the style for the evening. My gf suggested her, K, and I get a hotel room afterward. Hey, I’m all about that life.

I’ll gloss over how FUCKING impossible it was to find a hotel room. INCLUDING AT ONE OF THOSE RENT BY THE HOUR JOINTS BECAUSE IT’S “ONLY TWO TO A ROOM.”

Well, we finally found a hotel. I had an ounce of mushrooms on me which we were going to split(not the whole thing, mind you. Maybe a little less than a slice each). The entire way to our room gf and K and making out, both grabbing at my dick, taking their shirts off in public and lifting their skirts, etc. Quite the scene. Read more »

Tempted by my ex-coworker [MF]

A couple of years ago I made the move to a new job. My old company was small and predominantly female. I was friends with everyone and would text and hang out with most of them after I left. A few months past and most of those relationships tapered off—except one.

She’d only been there a short time before I left, but for some reason we kept in touch. She was gorgeous. We’d argued before whether she looked more like Miley Cyrus or Megan Fox. Now, obviously she was, at most, 70% of Megan, but there was a definite resemblance. It was the eyes.

She sat right outside my office. I’d just stare at her as she walked back and forth to her desk. Tight pants showing her perfect little butt. She was also sneaky stacked—I’d say a full C. Just someone I wanted to get my hands on and explore. It wasn’t long until I got my chance.

The texting took a while to become inappropriate, but once we started, the floodgates opened. She would have me hard the entire workday. Telling me how she used to fantasize about riding me in my office chair and me bending her over my desk. It drove me crazy. I’d have to work from the basement to hide the bulge in my pants. Read more »

A day at work (objectification, free use, PIV, creampie, impregnation, MMf)

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. I do not condone what happens in this story. Also, english is not my first language and am on mobile.

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Norah barely made it to the train platform in time. She was wearing her long, bright yellow wool coat over her short and thin body, her wavy red hair cascaded down her shoulders as she ran to the front most car of the train – the one meant for staff – and climbed inside.

Her boss, mrs. Steel, stood just inside the door holding a clipboard. “You’re late” she said without looking up, “you’re supposed to be here at least ten minutes before the passangers board the train. We are leaving in one minute. You barely made it”. Norah only had time to spit out the words “I know, I’m sorry”. By now her passangers would be wondering where she was. She quickly removed her coat and shoes by her assigned hook on the wall revealing her completely naked body. She was slender and covered in freckles, her tits were on the smaller side but allowed for a nice tittyfuck. Norah’s nipples hardened as they were exposed to the cold. She grabbed a wooden box from a nearby shelf and hurried off to find her assigned compartment. Read more »

Slime party [mf], [group]

Before you decide to get too invested in this story, I would like to say that there is no penetration included here. With that being said…

Me [male] and my partner [female] had gone to an adult workshop/ class to learn about slime as a bdsm kink. We learned how to make it, some safety tips around it, and how to clean and store after finished. The day after class, there was a party being held, incorporating slime, as well as balloons and body painting.

We get to the party at a decent time, and having already pre-purchased it, get our huge balloon. We get inside the balloon, and not too far is a pool. We gently walk, in the balloon, into the pool, and might I say it was fun as hell. We were being spun, tossed, flipped, and generally having a fun old time. After about 30 minutes of floating around and having fun, we decided to get out of the pool and the balloon. Sadly, I was in a little too much of a rush getting out and popped our beautiful balloon. :( Read more »

Night lights (alien, healing, car crash, strong and conflicted emotions)

<< OK, things a getting out of hand. You were driving. You were merely driving in the night, you had an accident, and now, “of course”, an alien being is taking care of you. An alien lady is actually abducting you, strapped down on a levitating stretcher. Of course. OK. You will wake up. You need to wake up from this pathetic alien abduction delusion. >>

**WARNING. This story graphically and viscerally describes yourself being badly injured in a car crash. Also, it is not directly erotic, but it explores kinks (breathing mask, bondage, hypnosis, gentle Femdom, states of altered consciousness, among other things) and is written by an adult for adults.**

# Night lights

We all know how bad the world can be with us. Being human is about that: Beauty and horror, pleasure and pain, pain and relief. Pain, and healing. Healing. Healing feels so good, little one. Somebody taking care of you, because you are worth it. You are worth the time, little one. Yes, you are worth the time. You are worth the time, and it is what my story will be about today. A nice story about healing. Read more »

Katz The Cowardly Cat [MM, MF, Furry, Cartoon, Mind Control, Torture, Rape, Sadism, Vore, Fanfiction, Horror, Humor]

[https://archiveofourown.org/works/20347078](https://archiveofourown.org/works/20347078)

SAMPLE TEXT:

“DOOF! OW! D’OH! OUCH! EWW…” Courage repeatedly (but thankfully quietly) grunted in pain as he (sexually) excitedly tumbled his way down the ever-so-mouthwateringly fleshy and waxy internal slope of Katz’s collective right auditory canal, fascinatedly marveling at just how wonderfully and deliciously tender and pink the aforementioned flesh within said ear canal really and truly was (in addition to how delightfully long and squiggly its many, many adorable little hairs were) as he then finally landed face-first on the ever-so-beautifully hairy and wax-speckled floor of the blissfully unaware feline’s horizontal ear canal, warmly and erotically licking said floor with fetishistic delight and causing Katz to rather curiously (not to mention suspiciously and weirdly arousedly) twitch his right ear in response. Oh man, if ONLY he knew what was going on in there…

“I SAID, is your REFRIGERATOR running?” Di Lung suddenly brought his mouth ridiculously close to his phone and obnoxiously yelled directly through the phone line that said phone was now attached to into Katz’s right ear in his (trademarked) ludicrously thick Chinese accent, as a way of distracting said ear from potentially being able to pick up the sound, not to mention the incredibly ticklish feeling, of Courage’s fluffy little foot-paws going pitter-patter against the remarkably soft, delicate and sensitive inner surface of his horizontal ear canal; needless to say, he definitely felt the latter to an extent, but it luckily only provoked him into lightly scratching the outer funnel of said ear with his left index finger. Read more »

[F]ollow up to Fucking the Best [M]an at My Daughter’s Wedding

**This is a follow up to my previous post** [[F]ucking the Best [M]an at My Daughter’s Wedding](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d09ox2/fucking_the_best_man_at_my_daughters_wedding/)**, since there was enough polite interest. It carries from where things left off – I recommend reading it before going on to this one because I don’t want to repeat things again (sorry!) – but be warned that it’s not the steamy romp that my previous confessional was, though there was certain antics to be had on my part. Also, sorry about the lack of originality for the title, and the more factual tone of this piece, I’ve been a bit brain drained from work over the week. Also, longish ramble ahead.**

It didn’t take too long after Paul came for me to pass into exhausted sleep and I believe it was the same on his part. Little surprise, when I woke up nearly 3 hours later, I still felt crushed from lack of sleep as well as being worn out from the sex, but there was little choice since it just over an hour to 10 and my friends, who had been kind enough to volunteer with the after-wedding cleanup, were due to arrive. Paul also woke up as soon as I started moving and I sent him off to shower in anticipation of shooing him off before anyone arrived. Once he came out, I decided to have a talk with him about how things were going to be between us – usually I make these things clear beforehand, but everything Paul had been very spur-of-the-moment. I’m sure he was expecting something different, to judge from his slow response, but since my divorce I haven’t really been in the mood to have an invested relationship. I felt a little bad. Read more »

The Woman at the Hotel Bar [MF]

So I’m a 45 year old, recently divorced guy. Using my new singleness to be actively sexual again (on both sides of my bisexual interests), and it’s been a blast. This story is from just a few weeks ago.

I was on a business trip to Los Angeles for a week. I was able to stay at a somewhat “resort” kind of hotel near the beach, and I had a fair amount of free time that I spent chilling in my room, hanging by the pool, and walking the beach. For the most part I wasn’t really seeking out sex, I was just enjoying my alone time and big hotel room.

On maybe my third night there, I was eating dinner at the very empty hotel bar. I had had a martini and a glass of wine, feeling nice and buzzed, when a woman strolled in and took the seat right next to me, even though there were plenty of seats available. She glanced at me with a nice smile and said, “do you mind if I take this one?” I told her to go ahead. She was mid-30s, with a great pair of tits in a preppy, thigh-length summer dress that gave a nice view of a moderately plump ass. Overall she wasn’t a jaw-dropping stunner, but more than good looking enough. As for me, I’m tall and broad-shouldered, but a bit of a dad bod underneath that I’m constantly fighting. Sitting at the bar, though, I have to admit that my tanned and fairly hairy arms would have nicely filled out my polo shirt. Read more »

Enclosed [Age gap, anticipation/tension, stepfather/stepdaughter] Part 2

After Michael had smoothed out the excuses with Ralynne and his employer, he and Rose begrudgingly endured the two and a half hour drive to Rediscovering Futures. When they arrived, they were greeted by very benevolent staff, who assigned Rose a room, of which they informed the duo would have to be shared amongst themselves, but regardless the staff was grateful that a relative had decided to tag along for support. Michael discussed briefly with the charge nurse how it’s highly recommended, and yet very few people take advantage of the opportunity to have someone familiar accompany the clients during their stay.

As expected, the facility was something like an inpatient psychiatric unit without the formality. More of a behavioral camp, where structure and support resources were provided. The tour of the facility solidified Michael’s decision in keeping Rose here for the two weeks, possibly even longer. They had a library, a fully equipped gym with a swimming pool, activities and groups scheduled for every waking hour of every day, a cafeteria, a music and art room, nurses and technicians, and therapists on-site. The tour guide emphasized that most behavioral problems originate from some untouched imbalance in the psyche, and that a non-stressful but structured environment plus therapy usually yields great results. Michael was very thankful to that police officer now as their tour ended with the dorm he and Rose would be sharing. Read more »