I have always been a bit of a social outcast I suppose. I just never really seemed to fit in with the rest of the world. As a kid I was bullied a lot for being weird, ugly, or fat, and it forced me to be even more antisocial than I already was. By the time I got to high school, I had really grown into myself physically. In fact, it seemed like the older I got, the more attractive I became. With the help of exercise, diet, and a well kept beard to mask my somewhat weak jawline, I had grown to like the way I looked. Unfortunately, the kids that I went to school with still remembered me as the weird fat kid, and it was already too late for me to learn how to properly socialize. After high school, I moved far from my hometown to go to college. I wanted to start fresh somewhere that nobody knew who I was. I made a few friends in college, and even had a few girlfriends for the first time, but one by one those relationships faded away. No matter how hard I tried, I just could not seem to be like everyone else. At first, it made me sad, not being able to fit in. But the more I got used to it, the more that sadness turned into frustration, and anger. I came to accept that I would never have the groups of friends to hang out with on a Friday night, the beautiful wife and kids, or even a consistent sex life. I hated to see all of the people that I had grown up with living their perfect, happy lives while I was stuck on the outside looking in, alone. Worst of all was my younger brother, Ryan. Ryan was always handsome, smart, funny, popular, and athletic. Everyone loved Ryan. I did too of course, but seeing how easy everything was for him made me jealous. He was the star football player in high school, dating the hottest cheerleader, voted prom king, and everyone wanted to be his best friend, while I watched from a lunch table in the corner by myself.
[MF] Hooked up with the grey sweatpants guy from the gym
I’ve been going to the gym regularly for a while now. My regular attire to the gym is leggings and a sports bra, I normally go with a baseball hat and pull the brim low so people know I don’t wanna talk.
My normal outfit: https://imgur.com/a/FSdIvF1
I barely ever interact with people at the gym and try not to really look at anyone else either.
About a month ago a new guy started to go to the gym regularly, he was a tall and skinny black guy who looked to be in his late 20s. There is certain attire for both genders that will catch people’s eyes at the gym, and this guys ALWAYS wore grey sweats. I’m sure other girls can attest that they will open our eyes, especially if the guy is well endowed. I wondered right from the start our big he was because my god was it a sight in grey sweats. For about a month I would constantly steal glances at him, sometimes I would look too long and he would catch me. He also started to steal glances at me, which I was used to at the gym.
Impromptu [R] Voyeur [M][F]
So you’ve shared how much you like erections, and how you love the idea of watching a penis being pulled out of the fly of a pair of pants.
First things first. I took the dog for a walk right after I woke up. Having slept naked, I just pulled on a pair of old jeans, very soft, very comfortable. A little loose in the crotch, but still snug enough that if you were paying attention, you’d see a little bulge.
As I walked, the friction of the soft denim brushing against the knob caused me to get a little aroused, and the more aroused I got, the more friction there was.
The perfect feedback loop.
So by the time I got home, I was noticeably meaty. Not hard, but definitely thicker than usual, and I could feel myself bouncing around inside my jeans every time I moved. If you had seen me walk up to my house, you would definitely noticed that I was sporting some wood. Probably could have even seen the outline of the ridge of the knob. I know how you like that idea. You would have liked a LOT.
Perfect [Cross Dressing] [Domination]
He had known what she was before they met. He had gone on to the net looking for her. Well not her, but someone like her. She had found him, if the truth be known. Had taken him, controlled him.
They had met after a couple of days, his life fleeting past, his work a blur. She had told him they would meet and he had agreed. She sent him an email, with the day, date and time. The place was a hotel. He knew it, had stayed there on business
Now when he checked in it was different. As if everyone knew why he was there. He left a note, as instructed, for her to collect when she arrived. It detailed the room and that he would be ready. Anyone could read the note and he blushed when he handed it over.
He sat in the room on the end of the bed. He wanted to run, but his legs didn’t work. His brain shouted move, but his body just sat there. He knew what was too happen. She had told him what would happen in detail. Too much detail. He had wanked over her messages, knowing it was not allowed. Knowing he was doing wrong. Knowing she had forbidden him.
[M]y Threesomes [MFM]&[MMM]
I’ve had 2 threesomes.
Halfbreed Ch. 02 (Part 2)
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Note: This is an erotica novel. As such, character and story play a huge part of the telling. There absolutely is hardcore sex, but the story will build to it rather than arrive right out the gate.
**DISCLAIMER**: I am posting the *entirety* of the first book when it is finished, any pay you give to my Patreon is for extra content: lore releases, early chapter releases, etc. None of the story itself is in any way gated or unreadable (though you might have to wait a month to see it!)
Mike awoke the next morning to the greatest thing he ever saw.
He opened his eyes, the early morning sunlight filtering through the boughs of the forest. A strong western wind set the leaves to shivering. The night had been cold once the fire had gone out, and Mike awoke with a deep chill at the base of his spine. He was curled up into a ball: his body naturally huddling into itself under the covers of the bedroll.
Title Tagging at the beginning of submissions!
Like for instance for an erotica story featuring lesbian action, it would have [lesbian] in brackets to be considered a tag. Action involving anal, [anal], or whatever it pertains to. I think the title tagging at the beginning would allow people to chose whether or not to read the content based on the searchable tags for that submission. Searchable tags for stories would be greatly appreciated in my tennis court.
Another great day at the office [MF]
I posted a few months ago about a fantastic sexual experience I had in my clinic with a hot, horny client. You can read that [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aam4yk/what_an_amazing_day_at_the_office_mf/).
I’m just going to share a short follow up. She and I would fuck a couple times a month and it was always some of the best sex I ever had. One day stood out. She was coming by shortly after the rest of my staff left for the night, as usual. This time she texted me a picture of some lingerie laid out on the bed and said she’d been wet all day imagining putting it on and having me rip it off. She wanted to try something new. No talking. The minute she walked in she wanted me to take her, make her my personal fucktoy, fuck her hard, deep and roughly, any way I wanted. She just asked for one thing, when I was ready to finish that I’d cum in her mouth. Damn. I still had a couple more clients that afternoon and it took all my willpower to focus.
She was [m]arried, pregnant, and [f]ucked me in a parking garage… (40m / 35f)
A few years back, shortly after my divorce went through, I went through a remarkably slutty phase!
I forget exactly how we met. Maybe reddit? But soon we were on kik and our texting quickly turned dirty.
She was short – 5’0” or so. Dark straight hair to her shoulders. Olive complexion. Skinny, with C-cups and hips. Very noticeably pregnant – and constantly horny.
The first time she came to my apartment is a different story. But one my favorite times with her happened on a Tuesday afternoon. She worked in real estate, so had a flexible schedule. And drove a huge SUV. I work downtown, in a formal, conservative, profession.. but am / was up for an adventure.
She messaged me in the late-afternoon and said she was downtown. I told her to meet me around the corner from my building. I jumped in her SUV and we drove a block to an underground parking lot. It was mid-summer. She was wearing a short blue dress. My hand was on her thigh as we circled down the ramp. She parked in a far back corner and we jumped in the backseat..
Bungalow #14, Part 1 [MF]
“*Fuhh–*” was all I could muster before his mouth was on mine, his tongue dancing circles around my own. The weight of those broad shoulders pressed me deeper than I think I’ve ever been in any mattress, and the strength of those hot, penetrating fingers and their come-hither motion across my most delicious parts already had me at the precipice of a climax that had really been building since the moment he told me his mother took a champagne cork to the back of the skull.
Even through the cacophony of primal sexual gratification that overtook me at that moment, there was enough of a rational mind left to wonder, just how the fuck did all this happen in less than an hour?