That time BLACKED got me laid with my high school crush [mf]

For a bit of backstory: I am a black guy from a suburban white town. Growing up, my family was one of only a few black families in the neighborhood. I had the reputation for being athletic and was probably the best looking black guy in my school. I was pretty popular and from an early age but nothing to write home about. I always had a lowkey crush on this girl named Sarah. She was beautiful and had the best body I’ve ever seen. She resembled Taylor Swift both in looks and in personality. She had a slim figure, long sexy legs, with a beautiful ass. All the guys had crushes on her. She had an “untouchable” kind of vibe to her that made it seem as if no guy was ever worthy of her. She was always well dressed and seemed care-free.

I’M FLATTERED, BUT NO, PT. 2 [mf] [oral] [swallow] [quickie]

It was actually quite nice to have a regular sex partner who lived so close. Guaranteed sex virtually any time I wanted. All I had to do was text.

“You around?” I’d ask.

It meant one thing and one thing only: I want to fuck you.

One afternoon, as I was walking into the building, I saw her in the hallway. She was coming back from the mailroom and stopped when she saw me.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey!” She said back.

We lingered, looking at one another. I smiled. And then, she smiled. Finally, she licked her lips, closed her eyes, glanced at her phone and exhaled.

“I have 15 minutes,” she said, smirking devilishly.

“Haha, okay.”

We rushed into her apartment. She threw the pile of mail onto the floor. I stepped up behind her and slowly started to undress her, trying to lift off her top.

“No time for that. Seriously. My friends are picking me up in 15 minutes. Just, here …”

[W]ife [30] and I [M][32] decided to have an open relationship

My wife and I have been married for just under 4 years, together for about 10 years total. We have one beautiful daughter together. We still have very good sex (maybe not as frequently as we used to, but still good). We also are good at communicating our needs and concerns with eachother, and are both understanding, forgiving, and not the super jealous type. We had talked briefly about having an open relationship several times over the last year or so (usually after several drinks or so), but nothing ever came of it.

This week, however, that changed. We got serious about it and decided to make it official. We laid down some basic rules as a starter, and figured we’d probably be adding some later, changing some we started with and so forth. We talked about keeping our sex life together, having our own individual partners, and also bringing in new partners into the bedroom to play with together.

An Hour Deep

The sound of the band hit her ears before they had even pulled up to the house.

“Sounds like they’re about an hour deep already”.

“Does that surprise you?” she said to the driver, a grin on her face. “I can’t believe they started this late”.

The music had started at nine, and from the sound of it, the chaos ensuing would be shut down at about eleven. Best to act quickly.

Her girlfriend stepped out of the driver’s side; she followed not far behind her. The boots made it a little hard to walk, but she was finally beginning to get used to them. Having them on added a good three inches to her frame. She would tower over a good many females inside, no doubt. It would probably make her seem pretty intimidating.

Good.

Walking inside, it was painfully obvious her assumption was right. Eyes were on her as soon as she entered, and they stayed on her as she made her way through the crowd. She noticed the pair of eyes in the corner, attached to him. He was perched on the arm of a couch. She made sure to maintain eye contact, her face completely unreadable as she slowly peeled her black leather jacket off. It matched well with her leather mini skirt. Under the jacket was a low-cut white wife-beater. Her hair, curled into sexy distortion, spilled down her back.

Family vacation [MF][inc][preg]

Nothing had seemed out of order at first, you took a family vacation every few years, this time your sister had insisted on traveling to France pretty late in the season, sure it was usually more than just you and your sister going, but nothing seemed really out of order.

Admittedly the ‘talks’ probably should have tipped you off sooner. Questions about how active your sex life was, if you were making sure to practice safe sex, if you had caught any STDs, all stuff she usually preferred not to know about. She had also told you to pack for fun but also specifically that you shouldn’t pack any condoms since you wouldn’t have time to go hunting for French girls.

Or maybe the fact that she clung pretty tightly to your arm at the airport, and spent most of the flight sleeping on your shoulder with one hand on your thigh, But truth be told you just figured that she needed some time away from her big empty apartment, she had had it a bit rough since her longtime boyfriend left her for a mutual friend of theirs.

Ibraha[M] [F]inally gets to come inside her [creampie] [fiction]

Ibraham was a 18 year old boy. He wasn’t that tall, but he was quite buff and good looking. Ibraham had only recently joined work and he worked long hours. He was a good employee.

On that particular day, Ibraham had received a call from his girlfriend Ria. She had asked him to come over to her place for dinner. Ria had also mentioned “special”, but as Ibraham was busy, he couldn’t listen attentively.

Ibraham had been dating Ria for about a year. She was a petite girl who had the most beautiful eyes and the softest smile. Similar to Ibraham, she wasn’t tall.

They had discussed having sex once but did not do so as both didn’t want to lose their virginity before marriage.

Ibraham came over to Ria’s apartment late that evening. Ria simply looked stunningly hot in a Bisous Playsuit Playsuit. Ibraham knew then that something was up, but didn’t push.

That time a stripper [f] fueled my [f]antasies

This story was the stuff of my fappery for a very long time. Enjoy

When I first started dating my now ex, we decided to go to a strip club, a bit of a dive bar in the town he went to school in. I’d never been to a strip club, but I always wanted to see what it was like, so I decided to dress up a bit. I was 24 at the time, I’m 5’1″ with long brown hair and brown eyes. I decided to wear my favorite tight jeans, and a red top that was strapless, so I didn’t wear a bra (back then, with B-cups, I could easily get away with it).

When we walked into the club, I was pretty nervous. The place was absolutely full but for one table, in the very middle, so I couldn’t hide in a corner. We sat down and ordered a drink to help with my nervousness. There were many beautiful women dancing but I was the only woman spectating, and I felt a bit like I was being watched.

Traffic jammed [MF]

[Heading home to visit the parents](https://morbotron.com/gif/S06E03/2721800/2726180/IFRoZXJlJ3Mgbm90aGluZyB0byBkbyBidXQgCmVhdCBhbmQgY3JhcC4gRWF0IGFuZCBjcmFwIQpJdCdzIGxpa2UgdmlzaXRpbmcgbXkgcGFyZW50cyEg) isn’t always fun. While I do miss not having to pay for rent, getting 3 square meals, and the family dog, I always feel like I’m back in high school. Not being able to sleep in the same bed as my loving SO doesn’t help matters.

That means no sin.

The last time my current partner Becca and I went to visit my folks, we ran into some traffic not 20 minutes from my old house. So close to meatloaf and *Golden Girls* reruns til I drop!

Becca, my current girlfriend, is very much my type. Dark hair, pale skin, and very curvy. Thick with a couple C’s (and also a wonderfully supportive, funny, and smart human, but us deviants can’t get off on that.), with a libido to match. 3 days at home with no privacy, in a home saged with Catholic guilt, tends to inflame the carnal tensions.

But the old country highway had slowed to a crawl. At this rate, we weren’t going to make it for pie, let alone dinner. We had to make our own fun.

[MF] I [M] ate a girl[F] out in a parking lot an hour after we started talking

I was on Whisper earlier and noticed a semi-generic post from a girl nearby about being lonely and bored so I hit her up asking what she did for fun. She said not much and noticed that we lived close (“5 miles away” according to Whisper) and asked for my Snapchat.

We kept talking there and she brought up the topic of why I joined Whisper. I kept it simple enough and said to talk to new people and maybe make new friends and she said she joined for the same reason. I asked if she’d ever met up with anyone from Whisper before and she said one time she met up with a guy and he ate her pussy good. This is when I realized I was in for some fun.

I mentioned that I met up with two people off of Whisper previously; a now friend whom I’ve never hooked up with (though we’ve sexted and probably would fuck if she were single again) and another girl who I fucked and didn’t stay in touch with. I asked her if she was interested in meeting up with a second person. She said she was only interested in having her pussy eaten and would not suck my dick. Disappointing but I figured I’d go for it.

After blowjob hookup with younger Bumble guy who made me lose myself during sex [FM]

So I’ve posted about Mike, the guy I was hooking up with/dating for a bit last year. [Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bke4zl/my_first_time_with_a_guy_from_bumble_fm/) is the first story, with all the details about how he made me do things I either really never did before or would never do with someone who wasn’t a long term boyfriend. [Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bq2knw/my_first_public_blowjob_fm/) is the second story about how he made me cum in a stairwell at a fancy rooftop hotel bar and then came on my stomach after I gave him head. Again, I never did anything *near* that risque in public before, or since.

More than a few people have asked for pictures. I wouldn’t share any of his without his permission. [This](https://i.imgur.com/fiH1OZm.jpg) is the best you’re going to get of me unless someone can tell me a better way to blur my face rather than blurring half the picture. But at least you have an idea about what I look like instead of just the descriptors in the first post.