Fucking in the Forest – a better work out than hiking [MF]

When you meet a guy, he makes you laugh, and somehow convinces you to fuck, in a forest, in winter…

I like a decent build-up in these things, but if you want to skip to the actual good stuff, scroll to the capital letters!

Let’s call him Sam. We were the same age, and he… well, he made me grin. It helped that he had the best body I have EVER seen. Dirty blonde hair, tall enough to stand head and shoulders above me, trimmed beard, biceps that I had to use two hands to get my hands around, and the cutest butt that you just want to bite. He was the kind of guy that looked best in a shirt, just tight enough for the buttons to strain over the muscles. In short, a total dreamboat and one that I was pretty darn chuffed was actually into me.

Southern Wonderland [MF] [Ebony] [Creampie]

*[Disclaimer –I haven’t written sex fiction in a year so I am a bit rusty. I am not American but* *I like the South for its texture and vibrancy. Obviously I won’t get every detail and nuance completely correct so forgive me in advance for that. I specialise in Ebony erotica because we are underrepresented in NSFW circles. Enjoy the story and imagine the characters as if they are you. Go to *** for all the nasty NSFW sex shit LOL. Enjoy <3]*

Summer – Somewhere in the South

Vivian looked around at this city in the South and rolled her eyes a little bit. She just came from Paris – her alltime favourite city with its cobbled streets, magnificent architecture and illicit burlesque clubs in the Pigalle neighbourhood that she loved so much. Some people would call Vivian an *Afropolitan* – an African jetsetter who knows more about Monaco, St Tropez and Miami than about struggle, war or poverty which is what people think Africa is all about. Her gilded world of private jet travel on the African continent always shocked people who didn’t know her when she came on holiday. Now she was in the South in town for a wedding of her best friend.

Multi-orgasmic bondage “savagery” in the middle of the Mediterranean (Malta) [MF]

As promised, part/round 2, a follow-up to:

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aqwzvx/cute_nerdy_stranger_wanted_to_be_tied_and_used/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aqwzvx/cute_nerdy_stranger_wanted_to_be_tied_and_used/)

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I should first note that between both rounds, as much fun as it would have been to just leave her tied up for a longer period, to make her really lose her mind, rope can unfortunately cause issues, so I needed to release her by slowly and gently untying her, making her moan while the rope ran and rubbed across her skin, this time in the opposite direction, not really saying a word.

As I left the room again, it also allowed her to have a convenient bathroom break to prepare for what’s about to cum.

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When I come back, I see her calmly resting in the middle of the bed, kneeling with absolutely perfect posture, resting her palms submissively on top of her thighs, with her perky breasts nicely sticking out between her arms and with her head slightly down, in a perfect submissive position, making my cock instantly rock-hard again. She’s clearly not nearly as new to this as she might look to an untrained eye, but nerdy girls never cease to amaze in this regard.

[FM] Changing Jobs

I had a FWB I saw while hubby travels for work, but my FWB starting seeing someone so our regular meet ups stopped. Anyway, I was changing companies and thought it might be a good time to fish for an experience there with some men I had flirted with. One of those guys was the VP at my firm that was recently divorced. I worked with him often and was in his office quite a bit over the years working one on one with him. He was tall and fit and I always had an attraction to him. He has a big office with nice views, but no windows towards the office itself. We were always professional with the occasionally flirting, but since he was married, it never went further.

Bred in silence. [MF]

There she was, completely naked, before me. She was bent over and strapped down to a wooden horse. She couldn’t move or get away even if she had wanted. We were on a breeding farm at a secret located, known only to a small group of influential people, on a large estate, deep in the countryside. This was to be her first breeding of this cycle, yet the room still smells pungent of pussy and cum.

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My smile broadened at thoughts of what was about to occur, as my cock hardened against my black pants causing me to shift it slightly, in order to ease the ache.

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I was enjoying just standing there, watching her, enjoying this sight before me. The way her body bent over the horse and was tethered to it. The arch in her back. Small beads of sweat had formed on her smooth skin. Her knees were pulled up and bent underneath of her. This position forced her ass up higher in the air, which gave me a full fantastic view of both her fuck holes. Her full breasts hung down. They slightly swayed back and forth as her body rocked on the horse. Her nipples were hard and reddened, being pulled, stretched and extended by the clamps her owns had placed on them.

[MF] It’s just begun

I get myself into strange situations, but I rarely regret them. A memory that sticks strong in my mind is the night I met Isa and Clare. It’s a GWS tale entirely of its own, but it’s not the story I want to share today. I can tell it in brief for now, just to frame the next bit with a little context.

I was out with a friend, and Isa and Clare were in earshot – my friend was going through the last throes of a literary course, and we were having some cognac fueled argument about Dostoevsky. Hardly the conversation that you’d think cause persuasion, but in short, Isa and Clare, being literary students themselves, found themselves hooked on the banter.

My friend bowed out of the chat in due time, and to keep this aside short, Isa and Clare decided to come back and continue the conversation back at my apartment’s hot tub – where I fucked them both, and had ourselves some fun well and truly until the next day.

Oddly enough, this actually became a catalyst for a long time friendship, and I’m still friends with both to this day, but we don’t really explain to other people about the first time we met. That’s our secret, I suppose.

Part #2 – I [M] fucked my uptight roommate [F]

[**Disclaimer**](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ato4fl/the_uptight_roommate_saga_mf_reviving_one_of_the/)

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I had people asking an update but I didn’t have anything to update until last night. Since last week we have talked very little but that is normal – we’re not friends and we usually piss each other off. I got some good advice (thanks) from my original post and so I tried to act like nothing happened. I didn’t try to please her at all, though I did remember to put the toilet down seat a bit more. She is the master of playing it cool (to go along with her cold personality) and was straight back to being a bossy bitch but at least now when she was annoying me I could just think about bending her over and fucking her.

Last night I had gone for a few beers with my mates after work. It wasn’t that late when I got back, about 10, so I grabbed a beer and joined Rebecca who was watching TV. I presumed Nicole was out because there was no sign of her. Rebecca went to bed but I stayed up, around 12 I heard Nicole get back and after a few minutes she walked through to the lounge. She was wearing this tight black dress, it was simple but it showed off her body and it was nice to see her legs out. She just looked at me, said hi, and then sat down next to me.

[M]ore than just a summer [f]ling – Part 2 [Cheating]

Part 1: https://reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/atgj55/more_than_just_a_summer_fling_cheating/

Olivia showed up at my place with a six pack and her backpack. We chatted for a bit; nothing too flirty, but not awkward either. She pointed to her bag.
“Oh, I was planning on staying the night if that’s okay, just since we’re drinking. I’ll take the couch?”
I gave her a look. I was pretty sure she didn’t want to sleep on the couch, but I played along.
“Of course, let me know if you need anything.”

We watched a movie and had a few drinks. Both of us almost subconsciously edged toward each other on the couch; I can’t say what she was thinking, but I was much more interested in thinking about the other night than watching the movie.

Inevitably, she ended up on top of me when we started making out. She took my shirt off and I did the same for her. I guided her hands to my chest as her hips slowly, instinctually grinded against me; she could definitely feel my dick get hard against her through her jeans.

[FM] I couldn’t wait until we were home

So, a couple of weeks ago, this guy Andy randomly asked me out on a date as I was checking out at our local grocery store. It seems ridiculous because I had my hair tied up beneath a baseball cap, what little makeup remained on my face from the night before, baggy sweats and a sweatshirt. I was nowhere near *dating material* , but Andy stopped as I was putting the few things I’d bought into bags, and struck up a light conversation.

Andy was charming and sweet, apologizing for bothering me, yet glaring into my eyes with his captivating blue eyes. I felt weak in his presence. He was tall, well over 6 ft, with light hair, and he wore this shirt which clung to his shoulders, exposing the distinct ripples of them and his chest. I was so embarrassed by how I looked.

Anyway, Andy took his shot, and asked if he could take me to a movie that night. I was surprised by his courage, figuring he would ask for my number first, and continue working his way up toward an eventual date.

My [21] boyfriend [23] showed his coworker [40s ] a porn video he made with me. [MMF]

First of all, for those who follow me, I’m sorry I haven’t updated in a while. I started a new job, went back to school, and moved, all within the span of about 6 weeks, so it’s been hectic.

My boyfriend, Drake, likes to partake in risky/kinky sexual endeavours with me, and I post them here sometimes. You can check my profile for more of our crazy sex stories! ;)

There’s a bit of backstory, but if you want to skip ahead to the really good bits, they start where it says “THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING”.

Drake’s a professional musician, but he worked at an auto shop as a mechanic for several years before going full time with his music. During slow periods (such as right now; his band recently signed to a new label so it’s been a dead couple of weeks for him while they transfer over management and begin booking shows and events under the new label) he still gets flag time there sometimes, and will come in part time sporadically throughout the year to help with especially heavy days and big projects.