[MF] Fucking for €4,50 at the Swimming Pool

I’ve been swimming in our town’s swimming pool for about a year now and once every few weeks I’d see this girl. I don’t know her name, she doesn’t know mine, but every time I’d see her, I tried mustering my courage and say something to her. I never could. This little piece here is when we finally spoke – and a few things more. Enjoy.

It was a Thursday night. The village was busy in some sort of festivity and the front desk to the swimming pool was, apart from an old man who manned that desk, deserted. The girl I told you about arrived on bike a moment before I did, nodded with a smile, and walked in. She was wearing tight jeans and a loose top. Her hair in a tail, one slender arm curled around her bag. She was fit and a head smaller then I was. Brown hair, round breasts poking out of her chest, and her ass pushed back as she walked and made it wiggle as she did. I smiled back and followed her in.

Coming Home to You (mF)

​A little teasing fantasy I wrote for my friend one night a while back. Happy reading!

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You hear me unlock the front door just as you finish lighting the last candle. You’re taking great care to make everything perfect for our planned night of ravenous lovemaking, the first time we’ve been able to enjoy each other’s bodies in weeks.

After you set the candle and put out the match, you cover your figure with the skimpy satin robe you bought for the occasion. You tie the belt as you hear me step toward the bedroom. Your anticipation grows with every audible footfall, accelerating your heart rate and dampening your pussy. You sit on the end of the bed just before I reach the closed bedroom door.

I open the door to find the vision that has occupied me dreams for the last several nights: the sexual goddess in my life waiting for me, waiting for me to elevate her pleasure to the height she knows she deserves. “I’ve been expecting you,” you say in your most seductive tone. My cock immediately hardens, and I move myself until I stand before you.

[MFF] – Putting on a show

Dating Kelsey was a huge bit of fun for my young 20 something self. She had an awesomely thick body and a sex drive that could put me to shame. Her thick legs from playing sports in high school was the foundation for her killer ass and she loved showing it off. Most of all, she got off on being spanked. That was her main kink that we both enjoyed greatly.

It was some silly holiday and in a typical fashion, a house party was thrown. Like most of them, we came up with some stupid theme but the grand idea was to drink and have fun. Kel and i where getting pretty flirty and touchy so we made our way to my the bedroom in the basement. It didn’t take long for us to kick off our clothes and quickly move to the bed.

Not long after we where getting going, the door busted open and Kel’s drunk friend stumbled in. Sarah is naturally pretty with her dark long hair and her tanned skin. While she is very nice to look at, she comes off as dumb. She loves dating guys in uniform so shes always with some military guy but she rotates through them pretty quickly.

[FM] Carwash Shenanigans

This post happened a few years ago when I was a senior in college.

Here is the context, the regime running my sorority during my junior year was as uptight as you could get. They enforced every rule regardless of context. They enforced rules that no one ever enforces. A lot of the girls were fed up with it, so when we elected leadership for the following year, we ended up going to reactionary extreme. We elected a set of party girls who didn’t give a shit about any of the rules. It was an overeaction and things quickly went off the rails.

We were holding our annual carwash to raise funds. In past years, everyone played it straight. No drinking. No grab ass. You smile, you get the money, you wash the car. If a guy made a lewd comment or propositioned someone, he was immediately ejected. One girl got in a ton of trouble for smushing her boobs against the window of her boyfriend’s car. It was a lot like the environment at Hooters.

Cherry’s Guide to Being a Master Hypnotist Part 1 [hypnosis][femdom][crossdressing][foot worship]

Chapter 1: The Rules

I hated the nervous, soupy feeling that was in my stomach. I wish it had been more specific. Was I nervous? Scared? Excited in a good way? In a bad way? It was a total mystery to me.

My face was pale as I stood outside of the classroom door, willing myself to open it. Lately, these lessons had been getting serious. More and more emotionally involved. Cherry always told me I’d need to suppress ‘inhibiting emotions’ like fear in this line of work, but that wasn’t something you learned to do in a day.

Now finished with all of our hypothetical work, we were moving onto more practical lessons; having exercises involving the use of hypnotic abilities. Cherry had insisted we start with resistance, telling me that attacking others was useless if I didn’t know how to defend myself first. Part of me wanted to hate it, being hypnotized by her to do some pretty humiliating things, but another part of me….

I pushed the door open before I could finish that thought.

[Group] A Nude Pool Party And Play Time

Eva and I have been enjoying our swinging experiences ([First Time](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8yguc6/my_fiance_fucked_a_girl_and_it_was_everything/?utm_source=reddit-android) and [Second Time](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9308i3/group_our_second_foursome_and_the_girls_dont_have/?utm_source=reddit-android) here), and when someone mentioned the SDC website, I went to check it out. Shortly after creating our account, we were invited to a nude pool party. We were unsure, but decided to take a chance and jump in (pardon the pun).

We arrived at the house and rang the bell. We were greeted by the host, we’ll call him Morty, and he explained how they started the pool parties as a sex positive, not pressured, environment. They had gotten tired of the night club lifestyle and had wanted to try a new way of meeting people with the same interests and lifestyle.

[FM] My personal trainer never touched me…

Hi! This is a true story about an experience I had a few years ago that I have been thinking about a lot lately. I have never told anyone about this in my life.

I had just turned 30 when this happened and at the time I was married almost 6 years. I was in a dead bedroom situation with my first husband and things had been trending way downward for him health wise, he gained a lot of weight and pretty much changed his whole lifestyle when he started working from home a lot. I have always been an exercise fanatic ever since I was little and around that time I was hitting the gym every weekday morning before work. The gym was downtown not too far from where I worked, and my routine was to take the metro to the gym and then after my workout I can shower and change and get ready for work in the dressing room. I do office admin and I dress business smart, so if you are on the same gym schedule as me you can see me come in every morning around 6h30 with my coffee, so tired and hair up in my workout clothes, and then when I leave the gym every day around 8h30 it’s with my hair and makeup done, in an Ann Taylor splitneck and running late in my loubs ?. Like a Jekyll and Hyde!

My first and only time [MM]

Hello everyone. I’m new to posting here. Hope this is ok to do. This is NSFW and please be 18+ I honestly don’t know what to gain from this post. Just something I’ve experienced in my life and have always wanted to share. Just never really had anyone to share it with. To give you a point of reference this happened when I was 22. I’m 42 now.

Just like everyone at the age of 22 I was curious. Curious about everything. However, I was most curious about anything that had to do with sex. At this particular point in my life I was curious as to what it would be like to be with another man sexually. This was a idea that I just couldn’t shake. I watched gay porn, looked at men over the internet. Was fascinated by the shapes and sizes of other men’s cocks. It’s was all that was on my mind. I even started calling a local party line and would have phone sex. The talks and JO sessions only gave fuel to the fire of my desire.

[MF] My one night stand in london

A couple of years ago I joined my friend on a 2 week trip to London. At the time I was incredibly depressed and having saved a fair bit of money I decided that maybe the experience could throw me out of my funk. The day before I left I talked to my doctor and he gave me a medication that treated both anxiety and depression, I took the first tablet that day and 3 days later we landed at Heathrow and made our way to the hostel in London. The first night me and my mate got drinking with a pair of girls, one was 18 from Boston, the other 19 from Genoa, and me and my mate both being Aussie and avid outdoorsman kept them enthralled with the stories we had of the Australian bush, close encounters and the usual.

After about an hour it was clear my mate and Boston were hitting it off and Miss Genoa was getting very flirty with me, hands on my elbows as she laughed about my mate getting chased by a wombat and the like. I suggested we go back to the hostel and when I told them which it just happened they were in the same one, everybody happy we walked the 10 minutes or so back, as we arrived my mate and Boston disappeared into the girls room and we went to mine.

L’amour, la Miséricorde [MFF][Oral][69][Toys][Swing]

You weren’t sure what to think at first, your wife of eight years, dutiful and modest, suggesting a threesome. Had it not been because it was my birthday, and because the look in my eyes was torn between fear and excitement, you would have probably believed I was joking, but like any red-blooded man with life still coursing between your legs, you agreed. You even agreed to the terms I set, for which I was grateful. I had honestly been afraid that you’d turn down the idea just on the back of those – touch her, but don’t fuck her. Share me, but don’t kiss her. It was a simple enough ruleset, but I knew that once things got underway, you might be moved by your cock to try and sneak past them, especially the first one. So it was with some trepidation that I greeted her to our house, tall and lean and blonde as a wheat field in June. Said her name was Mercy. I knew it wasn’t, of course, but when you connect with someone from a dating site online and invite her to fuck you alongside your husband, you accept a certain need for discretion. Well, I told her my name. Kind of hard not to, with it boldly printed on the door.