[MF] I fucked my best friend’s ex-girlfriend in the hotel room directly next to his.

Long time lurker, first time poster. This just happened earlier in the week, 2 days ago. Still very fresh in my mind and I definitely recommend attempting to write your best experiences ASAP after the event because I definitely got off multiple times from writing this, it almost felt like I was reliving it.

Our group of friends decided to take a trip down to Melbourne (from Sydney), and the last night we decided to all get our own nice rooms in a fancy hotel (instead of the average one we stayed at the rest of the trip). It was Chanel’s birthday and her parents, who we’ve heard are pretty loaded, gave her quite a bit of money to work with for her 23rd birthday. We’re all around the same age (23-25) but Chanel is the youngest.

Everyone was having a great time at the hotel bar – sharing each other’s drinks, trying new drinks, drinking a little too much in general.

Alex was immediately drinking too much; buying drinks 2 at a time from the start of the night. Chanel and Edward were catching up from the last time they saw each other and sharing university stories. Sharon and myself clicked right away almost like usual, but a little more so tonight somehow – maybe it was because we were drinking the same wine.

[Str8][mF] Wearing Auntie’s Panties

I was supposed to be home alone that day.

At least that was the plan.

It was the break between college semesters and I was staying near the beach with my uncle and his girlfriend, Pam. The plan had originally been to come down with a pal and spend the week blowing off steam before classes started back. A supervised vacation in the eyes of my parents–one where I couldn’t get into too much trouble since there was adult supervision.

But at the last minute my friend had to back out. I could have just stayed home, but instead I was excited. This presented me a different type of opportunity. I packed up my suitcase with swim trunks, jeans, t-shirts…and a week’s worth of panties. Some of them were purchase, but most were secretly pilfered from ex-girlfriends and relatives. I could hardly contain my erection on the drive down wearing pink, nylon panties beneath my shorts. I planned on indulging myself all week with my little stash.

But that changed the first night.

Taking a shower I glanced in the laundry basket and caught a glimpse of Pam’s panties. It wasn’t a tiny, uncomfortable thong or boring white granny panties. They were black satin with a red rose pattern.

[Fm] Closing in on 40, I impulsively decided to let go of my good girl ways…

It had been at least a year since my last relationship ended.

That must have been the only reason I didn’t shut him down from the start.

One long, depressing year of mourning, frustration, and a handful of bad dates. Working at the library didn’t exactly create a lot of opportunities to meet single men.

One year without sex. Even longer, really, considering the last few months with Peter had not been a time we were getting along.

That’s the only explanation. That, and maybe the fact that I’d had a few drinks.

It was a Thursday night. I was in a strange town sitting in a bar without a date. And I was being hit on by a guy who was barely half my age. I was about to turn 40. He couldn’t have been more than 23. Mathematically, he was young enough to be my son.

And, yet, I wasn’t doing a thing to discourage him.

[MT] Random Craigslist Hookup From Brooklyn

I was a horny mess in my youth. When I was 22 years old I had had the insatiable urge to explore all of my sexual desires. I loved sex and I never cared with who. Male, female, transsexuals, whatever. From prostitutes to massage sex parlors. Old and young, I loved the touch of another humans flesh against mine.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m far from desperate. I am not a bad looking guy at all. Black, handsome, 6’3, lean and toned from my night shift in a warehouse lifting boxes to pay for college and very well endowed.

It was a humid summer afternoon and I just woke up from sleeping away the night shift. That well known twitch below my waist sent a wave of pleasure through my body as my sheets rubbed against my “afternoon” wood. Instead of pleasuring myself, again, I decided to comb through my favorite casual encounter section on Craigslist, TforM.

[F] Update: Saw my roommate’s bf jerking to my pics

Hi everyone,

A lot of people have been asking me if there were any updates to my first story (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8stlep/f_saw_my_roommates_bf_jerking_to_my_pics/). I originally had nothing to post, until this morning. This is going to be short since it just happened and I still need to wrap my head around things.

I went out drinking last night with some friends and didn’t get home until 2am-ish. I immediately took off my clothes and crawled into bed. When I woke up this morning, I went to put my clothes from last night in my hamper and noticed a distinct smell from my closet. I noticed one of my black bras on the top neatly folded in half (which is unusual since I just throw it in there). I picked it up and saw a cum stain on the inside. It wasn’t fully dried out yet, and the load covered all of the inside padding. My roommate’s bf is the only male in the house, so I know it must have been him.

Unashamed, I took it in my hand, and started rubbing myself down there. I started getting so wet just thinking of my roommate’s bf jerking off to me, and came so hard, while clutching my cum covered bra.

My Daughters Affliction [Ff] [incest]

“Honey?” I said, opening the door to her room.

There I found her facing away from me, one leg up under the sheets, her bed shaking as she furiously masturbated. I found her like this every morning – unable to contain herself.

“Honey, finish up please. We have to start your schooling for today.” I said.

“Mmmmm…” she moaned in acknowledgement.

I left her to finish. She had to be home-schooled of course, as she would suddenly get the urge and be unable to resist in public. She was only 16, so we still have a while until to figure out how she will cope with living like this. My idea is to get Emily a good boyfriend – someone to be sexually comfortable with her and help satisfy her and allow her to handle life.

Her face was almost always blushing – her horniness was constant with sudden spikes that led her unable to hold back. It seemed sometimes random sometimes predictable.
As a single-parent I’ve been the sole provider of all her education and treatment. I’ve taken her to developmental psychologists, doctors, anyone who will try to help, but none of them are able.

[MF][Video game][Rated MA+] Dead by Daylight Explicit Fanfic – The Nurse’s Calling

The Nurse’s Calling

I sighed deeply as night after night I found myself here, trudging through the darkness, the moonlight illuminating my way forward. There were others like me, sometimes we would help each other sometimes not, either way it didn’t matter to me. I’d learned all I needed from this place and escaping from here had become nothing more than a simple chore. Still, I guess in not really knowing what else to do; it was time to get to work.

x x x x x x

In this perpetual night time she sat glancing over at the shiny hooks which swayed slowly, their presence almost commanding her; waiting patiently for a sacrifice. She peered through her veil into the sky, the light weave concealing her cold lifeless face. In her hand something surged, she swore she could picture a few steps in front of her, blink and she’d be there; a power she didn’t quite understand. Suddenly she heard a sound, the faint hum of a generator starting up. She grasped at her rusty blade and stood, floating a few inches above the ground as if she were weightless under a moonlit night.

A Very British Threesome [FFM] #NSFW

I’m a male in his mid 40s. Divorced. and have a fantastic new lady in my life who is in her mid 30s. Been dating for nearly three years, going really well and over our conversations she spoke about having nearly had a (FFM) threesome in her past. The thought excited her and we agreed it would be a fun relationship experiment to try and make it happen again, but properly.
I was TOTALLY up for it obviously, having never had one before, but at the same time I didn’t want to seem like I was pressuring her to do it. I wanted it to be HER project and that she had complete control over how and where and who etc. also the power of veto to pull the plug at anytime if she didn’t feel good about it.

[FM] [D/s] 2. Facefucked: So this one time, Tony Stark slammed me into subspace.

TL/DR: Allow me to describe how Tony Stark fucked my face.

“Oh yes, my little whore,” Tony Stark sighed, relenting. “Now you can suck my dick.”

He opens his pants and his thick dick pops free. On my knees, I grab at his cock, greedily stroking it before guiding it toward my mouth.

Tony slaps my face, hard enough to rattle. I keep my gaze downturned to hide my shock and arousal.

“No hands,” he orders.

“Yes, Tony, yes, yes,” I murmur, ardently grateful for his correction. I run my hands over his thighs instead, squeezing his tight ass. I pull down his pants and draw his hips toward me with eagerness, thoroughly licking his balls and sucking each one in turn. I want to devour everything he has to offer.

Crouching on my knees, I learn every crevice of his crotch, bathing his balls and probing his bitter asshole with my curious tongue and lips. Tony steps out of his pants, arching his back to allow my mouth deeper access.

“Oh yes, that’s right. Lick my asshole,” he moans, his voice riddled with contentment, “You’re such a good little whore. I love how you lick my ass.”

[FM] [D/s] 1. Foreplay: So this one time, Tony Stark slammed me into subspace.

TL/DR: Allow me to detail Tony Stark’s D/s foreplay. Kinda softcore.

**Stark style**

Tony Stark’s dominant style is forged by the same burning intensity, empathy and awareness [he brings to the rest of his life](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8zcor2/fm_that_time_i_sucked_tony_starks_dick_at_the/?st=JJVFQ2HD&sh=9ccaa40e). He is my fearless natural guide, relentlessly prodding the boundaries to darker pleasures.

Tony holds my head like a lead, using my nape and abundant hair as a leash to guide my movements. From the moment he strolled into my apartment and immediately started making out with me, he collected the long, heavy length of my hair into a thick cable, wrapping it around his rough hand. He settled his hard grip in a incessant jumble at the base of my neck.

His mouth drank mine like wine, our lips thirsty, tongues taunting. I swayed in his embrace, trying to memorize his broad shoulders and wide back with my touch. I traced the colorful tattoos on his arms and cupped his face in my palms, stroking the soft bristles of his bearded chin. I licked his lips with urgency, savoring his taste, the hint of whiskey on his breath.