Coachella camping, Night Two [Group]

The weirdest part about camping at Coachella is the shower situation. It always has a crazy long line, the people are rude and shoving to get into the stalls, and the water pressure sucks. Harper and I stood in line, we went the second we woke up, knowing this would happen, and the lines were full of hung over people complaining. We wore our bikinis there to minimize the amount we had to drag back and forth so we could get out faster.

We showered and headed back to the site. Cam and Brian were sitting in our lawn chairs passing a pot stick back and forth and drinking warm cans of beer. It was way too early for that nonsense, so I laid down in the shad with Harper and we looked at the instagram tag for Coachella seeing if we recognized anyone.

We kind of casually avoided talking about hooking up in the tent the night before when we were rolling balls, and I left it alone. We planned out the shows we’d see that evening and guzzled water in anticipation of rolling a second day in a row.

MFM Threesome, increasingly rough Part 1 of 7

Another day, another text from me. It tells you to be waiting outside your work and to wear something sexy as I have a treat for you tonight. So there you are waiting, you’ve already got a surprise for me, your knickers are in your bag. When the car pulls up you don’t recognise it, it’s not the one I normally drive and then you see me. But I’m getting out of the passenger side. Always the gentlemen, well not always, I open the back door for you. The driver could be my brother. He’s tall like me, same fair hair and blue eyes. He turns with a smile to introduce himself.

“Hi, I’m Gav. Robs mate. I’m here for a short holiday so I looked him up. He suggested we all go out. Hope you don’t mind ”

My [F]irst anal creampie from a stranger in [M]exico

So for the context, I’m a 26 years old mexican girl, I’m 5’2, with perky 32B tits, a fairly athletic body and a nice ass. I have shoulder-length black hair, brown eyes and I’m from the coast, so my skin’s always tanned and I live mostly in bikini.

A few years ago, I was working at a hotel in a beach town of Mexico. Small hotel, the focus being placed on having very cute rooms and excellent customer service. I was working a the reception, so my job was to welcome guests, process their reservations, take them to their rooms and be helpful and resourceful during the length of their stay.

One day, enters a very handsome guy. Caucasian, long brown surfer hair, square jaw and shoulders. He was wearing a tropical shirt with chino pants, his duffle bag in one hand. He spoke really good spanish, but I could hear he was french from his accent. I introduced myself and he did the same. At first it was very normal and professionnal, but I could feel he was staring at me and ogling my body. He had a lot of charisma, so I started to sweat, his presence was kind of intimidating. I then proceeded to take him to his room and left him there.

Catching Megan [inc] [bst] [Str8]

“Ok, I’ll see you in a couple hours. Be good. Love you.” I told Megan bye on my way out of the house as I headed for the gym. She smiled at me as I ducked out of her room.

I headed out to the car, and just as I got into the driver seat I realized I had forgotten my headphones. A couple hours at the gym without headphones isn’t an option for me. So I headed back into the house.

As I got upstairs and walked past Megan’s room on the way to mine I heard her voice. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, and it took me a second to register why exactly, but there was something strange about the way she was talking. No one else was home, but she didn’t sound like she was talking on the phone.

Her door was cracked a little, so I walked over to investigate. I peeked through the crack and was surprised to see Megan sitting on the edge of her bed, petting Jack, our huge English Mastiff who was sitting in front of her. This came as a surprise because she usually paid very little attention to the dog, other than occasionally expressing some annoyance at his giant frame being in her way or almost knocking her over.

Date Night [FM] NSFW

Light red light flood the sky. The sun sets as you ride in the passenger seat of the car. Wrapped in your tight dress you relax watching your man’s eyes focus on the road. Your eyes trace his body as you look at his tight slacks and his button down. It’s not his style, yet he does look good in it. Suddenly his arm reaches down and grape your thigh. You almost melt in his embrace. Feeling his hand against your skin is like a drug, and the steady supply he is giving you is heavenly. You can feel the spark of lust that grows in him for you.

  You can feel the spark grow into a flame as he turn onto your street. Pulling into the driveway he gets out and proceeds to open your door. With a smile you give him a kiss and grab his hand. He follows you into your tiny house closing the door behind him. As the door fully closes he pulls you in close by the hips. Your lips meet as he hangs at the edge of your embrace. Held by his gaze you look deep into his eyes and smile. Suddenly he scopes you up, which cause your legs to instinctively wrap around his waist. You giggle as he carries you into the kitchen.

A Vignette in Bondage and Domination

*dedicated to a redditor for whom I came up with this fantasy*

First, before the session even starts, I will tell you exactly what you should be wearing. The outer layer would be a half sari and a low cut sleeveless blouse. The sari is sheer, with anything covered by less than two layers of cloth being visible. Underneath that you wear a lace or satin thong and a sheer bra set.

I first ask you to stand still in front of me. And then, I would walk around you, admiring your feminine curves from a distance.

The room is relatively cold. As I walk around you, you feel your nipples stiffen. At this point, you can’t be sure if that’s just the cold, or the shiver of anticipation.

The next thing I do, after a few minutes of staring, is approach you from the back. I gently rest the tip of my finger on the exposed left side of your midriff. Next, my nail gently bites into your skin. It’s slightly cold, sending a tingle to your nipples, and to your pussy.

I release the pressure, and start walking around you, gliding that finger around your exposed midriff.

Lingerie fashion show [FMF]

Although our texting conversation was bold and flirtatious from the get-go (we met as she replied to a couple seeking female craigslist ad of all things), she was shy in person. I always like to meet up with prospective partners alone, first and in a public place. It takes a bold woman to respond to an anonymous internet ad looking for casual threesome sex. I’ve been that single woman before so I want to make sure my sexual partners are safe.

We met at a coffee shop and it was just the two of us and a barista. I picked the most hipster coffee shop in town but I didn’t realize they closed at 6pm. I guess they were more authentic morning coffee shop rather than all night college coffee hang-out. She was easy to spot– the only other person to walk through the door and I recognized her smile immediately. She had short dark wavy hair, defined jawline and statuesque shoulders. She was tall and skinny and carried herself with confidence. Actually she reminded me of the “Sara” from Tegan and Sara music duo. I saw them in concert once and had immediate girl crush.

That time I fucked my girlfriend at a sex club [MF]

In many ways Isabelle was similar to most of the women I’ve dated — she was slim, beautiful and smart. She had black hair she cut short and an ass that just filled out her jeans. The difference between her and most of the others girls I’ve dated is she had absolutely enormous tits.

I don’t know the size — I’m always surprised when men know breast sizes. I have no idea how big hers were. I’ll say this — they were big enough that men openly stared when she wore a bathing suit and my dick disappeared into them when I titty fucked her,

Anyway, that was Isabelle – beautiful, smart and stacked.

We had what was basically reasonably vanilla sex life. The occasional kinky night, but usually pretty tame. We ran, however, in circles with people who were pretty wild, including Isabelle’s best friend, Beth, and Beth’s boyfriend, Chris.

Beth had a very wholesome girl next door vibe. She was, literally, a librarian. Auburn hair, a shapely ass and a small chest. Chris, well who cares about Chris. He looked like every white Brooklyn hipster.

‘My REAL Dad Used To Spank Me’: The Story Of A Teen And Her Step-dad [Straight] [M/f] [Step] [Inc] [Teen] [Spanking] [Barely Legal] [Daddy]

When I met my fiance Cassie, I was a little disappointed to hear she had a kid.

I never wanted children myself before and being in my forties now means that I want them even less. I just want a quiet peaceful life which is why I made the decision to finally find someone to settle down and share my life with in the first place.

I could tell you about my future wife Cassie and how we met but I get the feeling you’d be more interested in her eighteen year old daughter, Kacie.

Like I said, I didn’t want kids myself so I’ll admit that I was relieved when I learned that Kacie was eighteen.

Sure, I had definitely heard the stories of bratty, stroppy teenagers and they didn’t sound appealing but I figured that she was technically an adult now and surely past that phase.

And for the most part, I was right.

Kacie’s a really good kid and someone I’m proud to call my daughter. She’s smart, kind and caring. A little cheeky at times but it’s all in good fun. Mostly independent. Sure she lives with us but you can’t expect a kid to move out as soon as they turn eighteen but when that day does come, I’m sure she’ll be fine. She knows how to look after herself.

The time I [F] had a FWB help me with a specific kink.

Here’s the previous story I’ve written with a bit of background about me and how I ended up here.

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ahb8wp/the_time_i_f_sort_of_had_a_3some/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ahb8wp/the_time_i_f_sort_of_had_a_3some/)

After our closet episode, I didn’t talk to David for a bit. He was back with Grace, and I was back alone. I watched a lot of porn, and went down some what of a rabbit hole learning what my new found kink was all about. I loved voyeurism. I loved the idea of watching secretly and being watched.

Then one day out of the blue, David text messaged me. This was a surprise, but almost kind of expected. We had clearly had a significant connection before, and had grown that connection with our little closet episode. I really felt like we connected on a whole different level then he and Grace did. He didn’t share an enormous secret with her.. he and I had that secret.

A little back story about the event. At the time I lived in a basement suite below some other college students. There were 3 of them upstairs, and 3 of us downstairs. We had our own entrance, and a room each, but not much more then that. In the past David had snuck in the window in my room when he was drunk and I let him come over. That wasn’t that unusual.