[f]rene[m]ies

(Mild story, juicy bits towards the end)

His name was Daniel. His nickname for me was Slut. We never got along. From the moment we met, we spent almost all our time together bickering. Id go so far as to venture our fellow classmates and friends called us “frenemies”. We had a couple classes together and despite our hatred for one another, somehow the universe decided to arrange for us to sit together. It was as if it was our purpose in life to annoy each other. We would get up to all kinds of mischief, like throwing clay into the standing fan during ceramics class to watch what happens or painting on each other instead of our canvases during art class, always squabbling, always arguing. The times we got along were few and far between, usually whilst being forced by our lecturers to critique each other’s artworks or share ideas on how to make our works better.

My birthday threesome [FMM]

This happened on my birthday.

After a night drinking with the girls, I got a text from a pretty steady fuck buddy. It was 3am, it was my birthday and I needed to get laid. My friends were staying over at my place, and I snuck out just right after they fell asleep.

His friend Mike picks me up, and I see Alex (fuck buddy) in the back seat. I knew both of them pretty well as we all used to work together. On the drive to Alex’s place, we began to heavily make out in the backseat and I can see Mike catching glares from the rear view mirror. His eyes were definitely not on the road as he hits a curb, and we are now driving with a flat tire. We all laughed it off and continued blasting heavy music.

[MF] Sitting at work rock hard and dripping precum

Went home at lunch because I forgot something I needed for work.

The kids were in the playroom watching TV and my wife was at the counter making lunch. She’s rocking the typical stay-at-home mom attire: workout pants and a sweater. She has such a big, thick MILF ass in those things.

I came up behind her and started manhandling her ass while whispering in her ear about how I wanted to fuck her right at the counter.

She simply said “Stop, you’re going to make me wet and I’ll need to change my panties.”

With that I practically pinned her against the counter and slide my hand inside her pants. Sure enough there was a little dampness, which I made worse by starting to rub her clit. She moaned quietly and put both hands on the counter to brace herself.

I got her wet enough to slide a finger into her and started working her little pussy. After years of marriage I know her buttons, and I went back to focusing on the clit. I got her off. She finished making lunch, and went to change her now soaked panties.

[F] My neighbor found me on Facebook and harassed me for masturbating too loudly UPDATE!!

If you haven’t read the original story, read that first: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ayh5no/f_my_neighbor_found_me_on_facebook_and_harassed/

Update: after the previous ordeal a week ago, I was sure to be on my absolute best behavior noise-wise. Walking more quietly, listening to music or the TV at a lower volume and definitely no bed-banging masturbation sessions; I am a very considerate person, and if I believe that I am in any way possibly at fault in a situation, I will amend my actions. Having done so, I assumed I was out of the woods in dealing with issues with this lady.

Last night I am going to bed quietly as usual, the only possible noises of which were me WALKING IN THE BEDROOM AND GETTING IN BED, LOOKING AT MY TABLET OR PHONE, OR ME ROLLING OVER IN MY BED, and I RECEIVE ANOTHER FACEBOOK MESSAGE FROM THE HAG (she’s since been blocked) SAYING “YOU WAKE ME UP EVERY NIGHT. YOU HAVE A PROBLEM.” (WTF?! MY ONLY PROBLEM IS YOU/I THINK YOU HAVE A PROBLEM OF INSANELY LIGHT SLEEPING) I ignore the message and go back to sleep ON THE COUCH for fear of this crazy woman.

The further Adventures of Anna, Queen of the City

Anna, who you might remember from the previous blog about Crimson the high-class madam, soon became the most successful and sought-after girl in Crimson’s entourage. Whether surrounded by admirers in the Royal Enclosure at Ascot or sitting with a foreign potentate drinking champagne at a table in Annabel’s, Anna soon became the centre of attention wherever she went. Even the very richest men on Crimson’s client list sometimes had to wait for a booking to open up before they could have a date with her, and they were constantly surprised that their offers of buying her a house and setting her up as their mistress fell on deaf ears time and again; Anna had agreed with Crimson to take a sabbatical from her college studies for a year and had no intention of giving up her independence however enticing the offers became.

It is not easy to explain in words just how attractive, in the full sense of the word, she is. It might help to compare her to two well-known American actresses who both married princes, although Anna had something neither of them did, and that was her singular ability not to be impressed by fortune, fame or royalty; or, indeed, any wish to climb the social ladder. Apart from all that, she combined exceptional beauty and class with a magnetism that was utterly irresistible to men of all ages and backgrounds.

[M]ate said she wanted to go on holiday without her boyfriend… [STR]

Grace was about 5’4, freckles on her cute little face and long mousey hair ties up into one long pony tail. She had messaged to meet up about organising a holiday; a villa, sun, and… no boyfriend?

I entered the villa- nice open spaces, comfy sofas and lounge chairs to sink in, crystal clear pool with chairs, and several bedrooms.

Grace has been admiring my arms in the vest I had been wearing from the airport to the villa; I couldn’t comment on what she was wearing: some baggy sundress that barely showed her ankles. I helped her drop her bags into her room and I threw mine into my own down the hall, and decided I would just chill out on one of the loungers as the sun was still out. Grace popped out and said she would join me after a shower to get the sweat off her from the travelling.

“Want me to join?” I joked. She laughed as she walked away. I took my vest off, rolled my shorts up, threw my shades on and eased into the seat, letting the sun beat onto me. I closed my eyes and breathed.

I dreamt of you again last night….

I dreamt of you last night. We went for a drive and after about 2hrs you said we were getting near our destination.

We pulled up at a strip mall. We went into a tattoo studio and you said you had an appointment. A late twenties woman with obvious nipple piercing came over and asked if you were ready?

You said “As long as I’m with Daddy I’m ready!”

I looked kinda blank because you turned to me and said that you’re here to get your nipples pierced. We walk through the studio to the piercing room….as soon as she closed the door the piercer had her top off asking you if you want horizontal or vertical… showing us that she has one of each.

You looked at me and asked if I have a preference? She turned to me holding her tits and almost offering her nipples to me……

You asked her if she minded if I sucked on each to see what I preferred…..she shrugged and said sure. I moved forward towards her and you stood next to her.

Last adventure with the drum room girl [MF]

Not so many fans of my stories with the drum room girl, and they are all real btw, but I guess all stories need a closure.

I met the drum room girl a few times for a couple of weeks, mostly at school in one of the closed study room, in the student bars or at her place. I was rather uncomfortable with her not being single after all, but she was to hot and to good in bed not to have some fun with. When her man was not willing to give her what she wanted, I guess the job was mine.

Most episodes were quick fucks at school. One time we almost broke a table in a small study room in the middle of the day, with other students just outside the door, another time she gave me a BJ in the teachers lounge behind a large plant, and most of the couches were tried out during late night reading for the exams. Then it faded away a bit. we both were busy with exams and I guess her man was home again.

A Night in the Club [F][M] [Blowjob]

Your in the club having a few drinks, it’s been a slow night and you have been itching to have something inside you besides your vibrator but it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen, you finish off your last drink and look across the bar, you notice there’s someone sitting there looking at you, his eyes are full of lust and he licks his lips at you, you feel heat between your legs as you imagine what he could do to you, you know it’s a bad idea but screw it your horny and you want to be fucked, you walk by him and whisper in his ear “meet me in the bathroom” and go off. You get into the bathroom and take your panties off putting them into your purse, you don’t want anything getting in the way tonight you go to put lipstick on and as you do you look in the mirror and see the guy from the bar walk in, he looks nervous but he came anyway you look down and see the outline of his cock in his pants, shy and big just like you like them, you lick your lips and grab him pulling him into the closest stall you shove him against the divider and kiss him deep shoving your tongue down his throat, you feel his hands waver but them grab your ass tight squeezing each cheek for dear life like his life depends on it. You pull away and drop to your knees unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down, as soon as you do his dick shoots up, large, thick, long and juicy you thank god and proceed to attempt to take this massive thing in front of you down your throat, you feel each inch in your throat filling it to the point that you can’t breathe tears run down your face as your makeup starts to run, your choking but you don’t stop you want every inch inside you, you begin fingering yourself as you continue to blow him his hands glued to the walls of the divider you take it out and run your tongue along it loving every bit, you remover the top of your dress to reveal your breasts and at that moment he loses all self control. He grabs the back of your hair and shoves his cock back down your throat fucking your throat mercilessly until you think your going to fall unconscious, back and forth I. And out he shoves his cock into you while you continue to pinch your nipples in clit in pure thrill until you feel it, the throb in your throat the twitch and you know what comes next you plunge your fingers inside yourself faster and harder until your so close you can feel it through your whole body, he grabs the back of your head desperately and shoves his cock all the way down your throat as he yells “IM CUMMING” and he unloads straight into your stomach. The feeling of the cum in your stomach makes you climax harder then you ever have before, squirting into the floor of the bathroom. You slowly remove the dick from your throat and gasp letting the cum drip from your tongue into your hands and pour it back into your mouth. The guy looks at you and believes that it’s over but you grab the back of his head, kiss him deep, and say “were not done yet”.

A short story I’ve begun. In need of some feedback! Should I keep going?

It’s All In Her Hands

Miss, Misses, Ma’am. It’s in these three nouns I find comfort in addressing her. Alison, this is her name, but, as beautiful as that is, I shake and tremble at the thought of speaking it. If I were to describe her, in any way, it would be: tall—six foot, to be exact—filled with pillowy curves; always smiling and gentle like a caring mother; all around perfection. To describe myself: chubby and not too attractive. I’m shy, too, some say kind. I’ve even heard sweet and good. Don’t get me wrong, I am, hopefully, most of those things, but, there’s a dirtier side to me. I’m twenty-five, but my mind feels much younger. I haven’t seemed to of grown much, in the way of adulthood. I mean, sure, I work and pay bills, all that basic stuff, but I like to be nurtured. And, Alison, whether she knows it or not, does that for me.

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