Hey everyone, im rebecca, or becka i don’t mind. I’ve only just gotten back from 3 weeks travelling around Europe starting in London (i’m British so wasn’t too far ;) )
So i guess just ask away guys ;)
Supermarket Excursion By: Bishop [MF] [Public] [Rough]
Have you ever been out, at work or at the gym or in a supermarket, and you see something. It could be something small. Something tiny that only you saw. But as minuet as it might be, it gets your mind wondering. You start picturing it in your mind, experiencing it again. Then that grows to a scenario that grows and develops in your mind. Now you’re in that mood. You know what you need, it’s all you can’t think about. That animalistic need that takes over. That’s what happened to our old friend Bishop, as he walked through the isles of the supermarket. He was in that bad mood. It was beginning to take over. He’d been going through a dry spell recently. His last book sold so well, the publisher promised a huge advance if he could get a second book out as soon as possible. So for almost a year, he’d been in his officer, working on the second book. But that didn’t leave him much time for socializing. That also made him extremely horny.
[FF]ollow fun up on Saturday night to Sunday afternoon with my friend
With some slight interest in my [first](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9cog42/i_had_an_unexpected_ffun_time_with_a_friend/) post, I thought that I would follow up with the next day. I messaged her in the morning to make sure that she was feeling okay because I felt as though I may had been a bit aggressive. She said that she was fine, but that it would “be a couple of days before anything went inside” of her. I may catch flack for this as that may mean ‘no’, but I personally saw it as a turn on to see how much that she could come from my tongue and not using my hands. The idea of having to be careful and still get her off became a huge turn on that I couldn’t ignore. I had come home after having coffee in the morning, masturbated no less than 10 times, and let her know that I had bought a pizza from the grocery store that I needed to cook. I have never once bought a take and bake pizza. I thought about sharing it with her when I bought it, but didn’t know why. I brought other food on Saturday night that we made. It was as though some pizza spirit knew that I needed an excuse to return.
The moment I [MF]ucked a friend, and got hooked on being a cheating bastard
To give a bit of background my gf and I met first year of university. She was a friend of someone o was flirting with and broke the heart of when I asked my girlfriend out. In second year she had a panic attack because a girl I was living with who was absolutely gorgeous wanted to have me as a fuck buddy. I nearly cracked a few times but in the end I held off, that causes a bunch of drama that actually would have been avoided had I fucked her but that’s a different story for another time.
In the end, it was a friend from high school that I had kept in touch with that made me cheat. My friend (we’ll call her J) and I had been flirty when we had known each other in high school. That gradually over time went to being open about our relationships and sex lives. To the point we knew a lot about eachother. But there was always something building under that which we never addressed until my third year. She had gone to another university on the other side of the country but we had kept in touch and continued to be open. To the point that I was reading the sex blog she was posting at the time.
Joanna
Joanna
Hungover from the night before, Chris stumbled out of the shower and headed downstairs towards the kitchen, in search of orange juice. If nothing else, the OJ would quench his first – even if it could do nothing for the pounding in his head.
The living room had been a tip the night before, at least, that was how Chris last remembered it. At some point in between then and now, the scattered bottles and empty cans had been scooped up. Good, Chris thought dimly – perhaps we can sort this out in time, and Marcus’ parents won’t hit the roof when they get back.
There was a clinking of glass coming from the kitchen, Marcus cleaning up. Chris stumbled through to join him.
However, it wasn’t Marcus in the kitchen. Instead it was Marcus’ mother who was sorting the empties and the dirty crockery.
Chris froze. She glanced back to him “Hello, Chris. I see you boys had fun last night.”
Shit. This wasn’t supposed to happen. “M-Mrs Parker. Hi. Yes. We did. Sorry”.
Use Me: Part 1 [M/F] [Second Person POV]
Hi everyone. English is my second language so I’m sorry if the grammar or the spelling is a bit off. x
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I was charmed by you even before our first conversation on Tinder. We talked for a bit before things really heated up, and you proved you are as charming as you look on your pictures. The pictures you sent distracted me for the rest of the night, and the things you said about my body were turning me on so much I was about to invite you over. Instead, you asked me out on a date for the next day. I was a little surprised: from both our profiles it was clear that we were both just looking for sex. I said yes anyway. Why not. I would be the last one declining a chance to wear a fuck-me dress to a restaurant.
I wore my best dress, a subtle forest green falling mid-thigh with a cleavage that would leave anyone wondering. You arrived looking just as classy. Your smile had been beautiful on your pictures already, but in real life all it was reminding me of was the picture you had sent me last night.
[MF] I fucked the creepy guy of the neighbourhood
We have this creepy guy living a few doors from us, he’s in his 30s, overweight, always stares at girls boobs and butts, and doesn’t care if they notice. Whenever we’d see each other, he just looked at my body, never even saying saying hello. I’ve heard some stories about him saying and doing inappropriate things to girls.
Well, this one time he did it to me. As we walked past each other, he smacked my butt and said, „I like your ass.” It’s like he knew getting spanked was my weakness.
I wanted to give him a slap and leave, but what happened was that I ended up saying, „Is this the best you got?” So he hit me again, harder, and almost shouted „I like your ass.” I let out a little moan. My mind was telling me to leave, but I couldn’t do it.
„I have to leave”, was what I wanted to tell him, but what came out of my mouth was, „Let’s go somewhere private”.
I had an unexpected [FF]un time with a friend
This is long, but I’ll give some highlights.
As some **background**, we went to high school together over a decade ago. We’ve both been married and divorced/separated, but no kids. [Sara] was the first girl that I kissed in a time that we snuck away together during a slumber party of sorts when we were teenagers. She’s a couple of years older and when we would occasionally make-out or swim topless in her parent’s pool, it was always her idea. Truly, her large breasts were intimidating to me, even though I was attracted to other girls and she was only ever into me and a long list of men.
Branching out [FM]
[A week earlier](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9bfwc6/a_few_of_my_firsts_fm/), I wouldn’t have believed it, but my graduation from high school [was not the high point of that week](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9bg524/my_first_time_fm/). Though losing my virginity hadn’t changed things the way I had thought (I had not suddenly blossomed into a gloriously sexual woman, desired by all who laid eyes on me), things had changed. While I may have been no more desirable to the jocks and preps at school, they were more desirable to me. No, it didn’t take long for me to go from one dick to wanting all of them. Maybe it’s the natural collector in me, but the very next day, I looked at every guy I passed in an entirely different way. Before, an attractive guy was someone who might be fun. The day after, they were there to be rode hard and put away wet. In short, I felt like a sexual beast, with only my concern for what rumors would be passed around about my overnight transformation holding me back from jumping the nearest football player and dragging him into the nearest bathroom. It may not sound like much, but even in the last days of high school, even to a hopeless nerd with no discernable reputation, good, bad, or otherwise, rumors meant the world. So I behaved myself.
[MF] Drunken night in Vegas – Strip club, asian massage place, high-end hooker
I’m a decent looking tall guy in my 30’s. I used to indulge in a lot of “vices” when I was younger but I’ve cleaned up pretty much and really don’t do anything crazy anymore. I broke that “behaved streak” with a one off in Vegas a few years ago and haven’t told anyone.
I was in Vegas for a work seminar and I had an evening to myself after everything wrapped up before I had to head home. I decided I was going to cut loose that night and do some drinking and see where the night took me. I started off at my hotel on the strip doing a little gambling and enjoying the free drinks. Spent a few hours at the table games and ended up a little down, almost breaking even. Went to the sportsbook, put some money on a game and kept on drinking. I won a little money at the sportsbook and decided to get some dinner. Went to a steakhouse, had a nice dinner and a few more cocktails. By this time, I was feeling pretty good and decided to hit up a strip club.
**Strip Club**