I’m a male trying to learn Spanish and want to learn words in a natural way that pertain to sex. The dirtier the better and slang is a definite plus. You can tell me anything you want but the more detailed and graphic, the better.
Just a bit of a Fantasy of Mine :) [F POV]
“Come here,” I say admiring my boyfriend walk toward the bitter cold to shut the window in his delightful basketball shorts.
“What?” He turns to me.
“Leave the window open, and come here.” I say dropping my lacy black bra to the floor.
“But-”
I begin walking closer to him, and upon approach, my arms droop to his knees, to his thighs, and I rip his precious shorts off of him. Revealing his strong, hard cock to his neighbors and the family of squirrels in his oak tree. Then I stroke him off, “I couldn’t help myself,” I say clenching the skin off of my starved lips with my teeth. “You just looked so yummy in those shorts.” Then I remove my hand from him, and lick my hand clean down to the last drop of his sweet cum.
I trail back up him. Up to his toned caramel back, glowing in the moonlight. I reach below his shoulders, past his armpits and I yank him into me.
“Uh-gah.” He groans.
I bow my head down his neck, prying my lips open for just the width of my dripping, thirsty tongue– and I sigh; breathe down his neck.
A library fantasy pt 1 (MF)
I have a weekly routine of going to the library. I love finding new books to read, and perusing the aisles has always felt somewhat intimate. Alone, but still in public. As a child, it excited me to quietly walk the aisles, unseen to everyone; now as an adult it excites me in a completely different way.
So when I turned in to an aisle looking for an author and locked eyes with him, my heart skipped and sent a jolt of electricity to every last nerve ending tucked between my legs. He smirked at me, then returned his eyes to the book he was looking at. I turned around and faced the shelf behind him, my fingers shakily reaching for the first book I could find. Something, something, murder mystery…
A Bull in a Grocery Store [MF][First Post]
It was a normal day. At least I thought it was. I woke up that morning with one thing on my mind. I have to clean the house and go to the grocery store today. I have been putting it off for too long. As a single black man living alone that is saying a lot. I decided to shower and head to the grocery store. I arrived to the grocery store. The parking lot was sprinkled with cars. It was easy to find a spot. I began to get out of my car, and head towards the store when I realize that I forgot my phone. I turn around to head back to the car and that’s when I saw her.
Her dressed gripped her beautiful shape. It was a light brown dress with red flowers. She was walking towards me. The clicking of her red heels getting louder and louder as she got closer and closer. I had no choice but to stare briefly. She was close enough where I could see her breast squeezed together in dress. Her cleavage tried to hard to grab my eyes as she walked by. I was determined to be a gentleman though. We pass each other and her sultry green eyes met mine. As she ran her fingers through her dark red hair, we exchanged smiles that instantly made my rod grow hard. I climbed into my car to grab my phone. I couldn’t help but to peer through the passenger side window in hopes of getting a discreet peek. I briefly saw her round butt wagging under her dress as she walked away.
An overheard conversation leads to an opportunity M,F rimming
It’s like the stars had aligned or something. Some sort of cosmic event. We hardly know each other. I had overheard you taking good to your friend at that party where you were just drunk enough to talk sex but not sober enough to keep your voice down. Or maybe you meant to be heard.
Either way, my ears pricked when I heard you complain that you couldn’t find someone to lick your arse. Or if you could they always wanted something in return. I’d seen you earlier. In fact I’d already checked out your bum in your little black dress earlier for no other reason than it was pretty cute.
So now, as I pretended to listen to my friend chatter about the football team, I was really focusing what you were saying, which was far more fun. Taking the opportunity a brief gap in conversation allowed, I excused myself from my friend.
Not being one to hide in the shadows I came over to you and your friend and with the help of the alcohol I’d bring drinking, politely interrupted your conversation. Asking if I could speak to you for a moment in private, I blushed a little and for a moment thought I’d over stepped. But, thankfully you agreed and your friend, eyebrows raised, walked over to the bar.
Monday was orgasmeriffic
I was on my back, legs wide open and He was on top fucking me when He stopped. I could tell He was thinking evil thoughts. lol, He got out the ball gag and fastened it tightly around my head, the big ball forcing my jaw open.
Then He reached down into the drawer and pulled out some straps. I waited patiently, while a bit nervously, as He strapped my wrists to my thighs, wondering what He was going to do to me.
He started fingering my already wet pussy, rubbing my clit, and when I squirted, He smiled, and told me “that’s right, make it nice and wet. When I fist you-you’re going to want all the lube you can get.”
I moaned. I’d been fantasizing about getting fisted, but the reality is a whole different thing. OMG, His fingers were feeling big.
My next orgasm was building and there was nothing I could do about it. He grabbed my clit and pinched and I came hard and squirted again as He laughed and slid His fingers in deeper. “That’s right, show me how much you wanna get fisted, slut!”
Ravenous [FM] Part Six
“We can keep going,” he said. “We can,” I laugh.
We were talking about our affair, not just the spectacular sex. We were so in sync with each other’s bodies that we knew when to stop (which is rare) and when to keep going. I never wanted to stop him pounding me.
I get jealous when he talks about his previous lovers which irritates me. We were cuddling after sex and he was explaining how he became a better lover from his first long term affair. He tells me how energetic and beautiful she was.
“Don’t tell me how beautiful she was when I’m in bed with you!”
“You’re beautiful and so much sexier,” placating me.
Why do I have to care? He kisses me like he wants all of me but he’ll never have me at all.
I never want this to stop. This affair has progressed from fucking to this connection. No matter how much I worship his dick and grab at his muscular body, I want more. No matter how much he kneads my big breasts and licks my pussy, he wants more. We can’t get enough. Even after eight months. It’s never enough. We are ravenous. Will we ever get tired of each other?
Uber Slut and the Ass Fucking Stud [FM]
Hi Y’all,
A few weeks ago I put an add on Reddit for a Random Act of Blowjob. I received a lot of great offers but only was able to say yes to one local guy who I met at a nearby park.
Another guy in particular though was very persistent and kept sending me messages saying he’d love to get an Uber ride and have some fun. He was in great shape and had a lovely thick, long cock that he’d sent me a ton of pictures including some hot tributes with. The thing that motivated me the most was that he told me he’d do anything for me.
I decided I wanted my ass fucked by this stud so I agreed to meet him.
He was a student at the Univ of Wash and I picked him up at an apartment near the campus. He told me about a parking lot area that was semi secluded by the universities golf driving range. We were soon over there and I was in the back seat making out with this hot college stud. He had me naked in minutes and was sucking my tits and fingering my very wet pussy. I then surprised him by getting up on my knees, turning away from him and bending straight down.
20 years and lots of dirty talk later…..[MF]
[So I already shared the story of my first outing with Melanie](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bzfptc/partying_and_fighting_and_sex_oh_my_mf/) many, many years ago. We could never really get along as a couple outside of the bedroom, but I never had more sexual chemistry with a woman than I had with her. But life kicks in. We both went our separate ways, got married, had kids, got divorced, etc.
I saw Melanie’s friend request on Facebook, and my first thought was “Well that’s a name I never thought I’d hear again.” And I would find out that 20 years changes a lot of things. In this case, it was largely for the good. She still had an absolutely amazing rack; for a woman in her late 30s who had multiple children, her tits hardly sagged at all. At least, nowhere near as much as you’d think they would. Further, she had dropped a good deal of weight, and her somewhat slimmer body had accentuated her boobs just that much more. Melanie was always a very confident, aggressive woman in bed. But now she was at a whole new level.
Accidentally fucking an ex prostitute [MF], anal, rough
This is a one off story. The time period doesn’t matter.
I’m six feet or so, normal build, not super athletic but in shape. Your average white guy in my 30s (when this occurred).
I met Jill through an online site. It was geared towards kink and sex. Not so much dating. I had zero success before talking to Jill and after. It was a massive sausage fest of a site with more bots probably than women.
Jill was a good 10 years older than me. She was maybe 5’5” and 130 lbs if I was guessing. She didn’t have much of a chest but nice legs and ass. Her profile was pure sex showing off just about everything. She had massive nipples that I assume needed a padded bra to hide.
She was still cute for her age but it was her wild side that seemed interesting.
I contacted her, expecting nothing in return. I was shocked that not only get a response but one without a link to go to or broken English.
We chatted for a couple weeks off and on. She was almost too good to be true. She was super sexual and into anything.