For upfront description purposes, at the time of this story I’m 27 years old, and I am 5’9”, 165lbs, white, brown hair, blue eyes, relatively fit (both run and lift regularly), and am a clean-cut type. Kelly is ~26 years old, 5’2”, white, with burnt orange red hair and freckles. She is actually kinda built from going to the gym and as such has a great ass and thighs. Her tits were fantastic (34C if I had to guess) with half-dollar sized flat nipples.
A night out in Berlin [Group]
Hello fine people,
I’d really like to share a great, kind of surreal experience I recently had while partying. For starters, I’m a mid-twenties student in Berlin. I would describe myself as tall, thin and a bit awkward around girls, although I have quite some experience. The nightlife in the city is insane. You have so many venues to choose from which all have their own flair and crowd. The unifying theme of all of them is their devotion to techno and to offer their guests an escape from reality for a few hours or the whole weekend if that’s what you want. For example, taking photos inside is strictly forbidden and you have to put stickers on your phone cameras. This helps create an inclusive atmosphere in which people can really be themselves, dress up and not worry about any kind of societal norms, judgement or disapproving looks.
Leda’s Puzzle 01 [MDom][femsub][mast]
**The Mirror**
As a woman in your early 20s, you are terribly bored. Guilt hangs over your head on a daily basis because you know that you’ve never fulfilled your potential. You look at yourself in the mirror. You’re worried that your hair is starting to thin out from the stress. You’re worried that your stomach is starting to push out too far under your tits. The black jeans you just put on are tighter than they were a few months ago.
You try to hide away from yourself the fact that you didn’t buy them that long ago and that you bought them because your previous pair was getting too tight. It’s hard to wait tables for nine or ten hours at a time with pants that feel like they’re cutting off the circulation to half of your body.
You take your dark brown hair up from where it hangs to the middle of your back and put it up in a mess on the back of your head with a large clip. You look at your makeup and feel the same disappointment that you always do before telling yourself, “Fuck it. It’s good enough for a reject Waffle House.”
How do you want to be touched? Part 2. [FMF] [FFM] [threesome]
Part 1, here: [Lingerie Fashion Show](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ahiztn/lingerie_fashion_show_fmf/?st=JR53NQZP&sh=dfe32c4e)
“How do you like to be touched, Sara?” My boyfriend asked her.
She a deep breath before responding.
“I like to be fucked, hard.” she says matter-of-factly.
We laugh.
“Well, let’s get to it then!” he says.
“You just don’t waste any time!” I exclaim.
“I like to be warmed up first with kisses and soft touches and then go at it fast.” I say.
“Well, Rose your lingerie fashion show was the warm up for me!” Sara giggled.
But first, “we want to make you hard” Sara says and drops to her knees making eye contact with my boyfriend.
Both Sara and I are in lingerie but my man is still fully clothed. I help him take his shirt over his head, then unbuckle his belt and slid his jeans down. His massive erection is visible under his underwear so as Sara pulls them down, his cock bounces out.
“Oh my God it’s so niiiiice” she coos.
“Sara I want to see you suck on that beautiful cock” I say.
“Yes, please” she says.
Long time flirt finally comes over. [FM]
There was always an extra glance or a lingering touch from him that left me feeling electric.
When you have a friend group that’s as close as ours you don’t experiment amongst each other openly. Unless you want everyone to be asking you about what you’re doing or if we’ve done this or that. Plus, it’s more fun to steal moments right?
There’s many stories I could tell about him, but we’ll just go for one of my favorites. The first night we fucked.
He was always someone I noticed at our friend’s parties. Standing off to the side, quietly getting drunk and passing around the occasional blunt. However, if you got the right couple of people around him he would finally open up. He was 6’4″, atleast, as he stood a few inches above those around him. He had a brilliant smile and a sincere laugh that was as golden as his hair. He worked in manual labor jobs and you could tell that he had a good body underneath his usual Carhartt, t-shirt, and jeans. When he hugged me I always threw my arms up over his shoulders and he would lift me and squeeze. Always melted me instantly. After putting me down his hands would linger for just a moment, while we smiled at each other.
What I learned from being Gangbanged [Group]
I’m a yoga instructor and happily married Hotwife.
A while ago, I was in the middle of a gang bang. 5 guys and myself. Prior to that, I had experiences in threesomes (both MMF and MFF) but nothing as big as a 5 on 1 gang bang. Thought I would share with you my thoughts/observations from it.
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1. **A Gang Bang is one of the sluttiest things a woman can do:**
Fucking 5 guys, at the same time is crazy (in a good way). Some women don’t fuck 5 guys in their lifetimes, but I fucked 5 guys in one night. Up to that point, I never knew what being a slut really meant, until I was triple penetrated, worked over, used, degraded, cum on, dominated by 5 different men. Each man had his own preference. One liked doggystyle, one liked to be verbal, as the slut, it was my duty and responsibility to make sure I was the best slut I could be.
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The Creature in the Cave [F] [Tentacles]
They say it is a great honor to be chosen.
You sit in the stone pool as your sisters bathe you. You cast your eyes over the slave standing by the pillars with a bronze pitcher of oil, his muscled chest glistens with sweat from the heat of the baths. Your eyes trace lower, over the ridges of his tanned core, to the cloth girdle, clinging to his every shape. But he cannot touch you, no man may, especially on this night. Only the acolytes may prepare you for what is to come.
Steam clings to the surface of the water, fed by springs flowing from deeper inside the caves, where the walls of your carved temple give way to uncut stone and endless dark. One of your sisters combs your hair as another sponges your chest and breasts.
A bead of water traces your collar bone and rolls down the curve of your breast. Your nipples harden to the chill air above vapors of the heated pool.
It is time.
I used to masturbate to the sounds of my future girlfriend having sex [MF]
I met my future gf during freshman year in college, we lived in the same dorm and our room were next to each other. As some of you might have experienced, college dorm walls seem to be made of cardboard and are really bad at insulating. Anyway, my future gf would at times bring guys back to her room and thanks to the thin walls I could hear everything. On the nights when my roommate was out I used to get off the sound of her having sex. A year later we tarted going out and we’ve been together for 4 years now. Never told her a thing.
[M]y going-away present [F]rom a coworker before I changed departments (longish)
Once again reaching in to the Wayback Machine and going back to when I had a sex life, this dandy little tale comes from the six-month stretch between when I threw my incredibly terrible long-term relationship in to the trash (readers of my previous posts may recall something about her abusive ways) and my getting together with my last real girlfriend, Elle (who you can read about here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8qywdn/sharing_an_old_but_good_story_longish_bit_of_a/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8qywdn/sharing_an_old_but_good_story_longish_bit_of_a/) ).
So, from 2003 to 2016, I worked for a major tech firm in Silicon Valley, holding a variety of positions (hah!) during my tenure there. For the first three years, I worked in Network Operations, both as a primary tech and a trainer. This story takes place in December of 2006, two months after kicking Restraining Order out of my life. My coworker, we’ll call her Gabby, and I had been buddies on the job for a while. She knew all about my issues with RO, which had been going on for some time, and had been a good ear of sympathy, having her own share of shitty issues in relationships. After the breakup, Gabby told me she was making it her mission to find me someone good, decent, and healthy for me.
Extramarital – Part 2 [M/f] [bdsm] [married] [mast] [cheating] [spank] [bdsm] [creampie] [rough] [aftercare] [long]
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*New account for my first attempt writing the kind of sexy stories that I enjoy reading – time will tell where it goes. I welcome any and all feedback.*
*This is fiction, please assume that everything I describe is between consenting adults.*
Just as instantly as her mind registered the sound of the Hitachi, He’d landed it precisely where its electrified oscillations would be felt most intensely – in fact, if she hadn’t been strapped down, her body would have completely cleared the bench. His mouth curled into a grin as he began to rhythmically work over her clitoral area with the vibrator’s head, eager to judge her performance.
*“Fuck! He’s getting straight the point!”* – she mentally shifted gears in an attempt to fully engage and respond as expected. Her ass involuntarily arched upward, offering even more of her blooming rose to His efforts. *“Fuck! Breathe, breathe … Hold still! Keep quiet … behave … or else…”*
He watched her carefully as she tensed and relaxed and did her best to stifle her own moans, her pale knuckles giving away just how tightly her hands were gripping what wasn’t there. He adjusted his wrist angle ever-so-slightly and watched her toes curl.