Just so as not to bury the lede, I can’t guarantee that all of this is going to be particularly sexy. It’s long and takes longer than it should to get going (just like me!). I’m 42, and I’m entering what can only be described as my sexual novitiate, so there’s a non-zero chance that there will be awkward behavior and missteps. The ultrashort thumbnail is that I have been married to a man for 20 years, during which time my husband has been my only sexual partner. We have two teenage kids, one of whom is about to leave for college. Before last week, I had never had any sort of sexual encounter with another woman. I can say with certainty, however, that I am gay. On some level, I’ve always known. Hell, my husband knew before I did, but he’s such a genuinely good man that he didn’t want to push me toward my truth. Anywho, none of this is sexy, and I basically covered it in a post you can find in my history if you’re interested. Long story short, we’re in the opening stages of an amicable divorce, are not sharing a bed, and are free to see other people.
MILF-Teacher Vs. Two Studs Part 2: Wet and Wild [mmFF] [anal] [blackmail] [public] [oral]
“*huff huff* I can’t believe they’re making us do this”, Mrs. Busty said. “Yeah, I knew they were perverts, but I didn’t think they were THIS kinky”, Mrs. Busty said. The MILFs were outside, jogging in the rain during the beginning of the storm. The only things that they were wearing were running shoes, a cap, and black sunglasses. Rain hit their bodies and soaked their hair, which was put into ponytails because who doesn’t love naked, wet MILFs with ponytails. Their voluptuous wet breasts and asses bounced in unison as they continued to jog. “Anal Only” was written on their right buttocks in black marker, complete with tally marks on their stomachs to show how many loads they had swallowed; both of which, were at the same high number.
The sky stayed at the same shade of grey. Thunder rumbled throughout the scenery and the pouring rain hitting the concrete was the only BGM to accompany the MILFs’ panting breaths. The streets throughout the neighborhood were almost all flooded, including the one the studs’ house was on, leaving them with no way to leave by vehicle.
[FFM] Touristas gone (not so) wild
Hi! Before I even start this story, I want to tell you that it has taken me almost six months to write this story, so please be kind because I am not a very good writer. I read this subreddit all the time but I never post a real true story like that so it’s my first. My English is not so great and its taken many edits to make this story even understandable… (There are still a lot of squiggly red lines but what can you do. I hope you will understand me)… This is a bit of a long story so thank you in advance for taking the time to read it, it’s not the most amazing story compare to other one on here but I hope you enjoy. ✌✌✌
I am from my big island of the Philippines (won’t say what one, but Pinoy will know it right away!) where for our people everybody say we are a little bit “different”. We are much more isolated from Manila, not so much tourists go visit our place. Everybody we know its from our town or the next town, and we travel by plane to visit Manila or another big city. I am 23 and I spend most of my life in my town not counting 2.5 years for my studies.
[MF] Dragged down to the dirty deed
As a 25 year old single guy I suffered from the twin demons of being extremely horny and extremely terrible at talking to hot women. Luckily for me Chloe was an 18 year old hottie who was exceedingly good at charming the pants off older guys.
I met Chloe on a windsurfing trip where it seemed like we were always rigging up at exactly the same time. She would ‘accidentally’ brush up against me and ask for help or advice as I was more experienced. I just put it down to her being naturally flirty and friendly and was mentally prepared for my usual spot in the friend zone. Chloe however had other ideas.
Things went up a notch while we were sitting round the campfire with the rest of our group, me in shorts and her in a bikini. I was sitting on a chair and after grabbing a drink she decided the best place to sit was between my legs with her back against my chair. She did this silently as if it was the most natural thing in the world and sort of shuffled around a bit to make room between my legs.
[F] The creep at the library
I was sitting at the library, minding my own business…
I had my books open and was completing a math assignment. I took a minute to collect my thoughts. I hardly noticed someone enter the room.
I close my eyes and took a big stretch when I hit something with my hand. “I’m sorry!” I blurted out.
I turn around, ready to apologize for whacking a random stranger, hoping they realized it was unintentional.
In the dim corner of the library in front of the row of books was a man. I would have apologized then, but that’s when I noticed his fly was undone. It took me a moment to piece it together. The thing I felt on the back of my hand had been warm and hard and a little clammy.
It seems so silly to admit it, but it also didn’t immediately occur to me that his fly was done unintentionally. My first instinct was to look away, embarrassed for him. How embarrassing would it be to have your penis out in the open?
Just before giving up… [FM][slow burn]
Claire sighed at the mirror in front of her as she went through the final motions of primping. She used a q-tip to clean up the lines of color she’d applied on her lips, another one to clear the extra eyeshadow dust that had settled under her bottom eyelashes. This was so much work for just a date, so much investment with not much history of a return.
She was frustrated, but so much so she didn’t know how to explain it. She was 26 and on her own, in what felt like a twilight phase of life without the plainly laid-out direction of college but before she had figured out what she wanted, and this was extremely evident in her sex life. She had hooked up back in the dorms but never truly saw the point. She wasn’t even sure she had ever had an orgasm. Sex felt like an obligation, just like putting on makeup did right now. The past few months had been about trying to change that: signing up for dating apps, putting herself out there, being up for new people and experiences, but none of this work had paid off yet.
Apocalypse High: Part 3
New part of the story is up for those what like such things. Bit of rough going this time, apologies for the delay. I’ve added some linking to the old parts of the story and will be working on back linking to the old posts as well when I have a moment. See the link to the story here: [https://docs.google.com/document/d/1V6_XEqmOplHLJ3mLk5338pPYon2lEABpX9ORYvWM-uM/edit?usp=sharing](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1V6_XEqmOplHLJ3mLk5338pPYon2lEABpX9ORYvWM-uM/edit?usp=sharing)
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[MF] My boyfriend brought his handcuffs home from work
I stretched my arms and arched my back against the couch cushions. Stretching my shoulders up over my head, I shook my hands briefly, releasing the tension from the last hour of typing. Glancing at the clock in the corner of my computer screen, I felt a smile creep to my lips. Seven-thirty. Jack would be home any minute.
Not a moment later, the knob on the front door rattled as a key was inserted into the lock. My heart raced and I clapped my laptop shut. Jack’s face appeared from behind the door, a wide smile stretching on his face. He hurried to drop his keys and bag on the table and hurried over to where I was snuggled on the couch. Taking my face in both hands, Jack kissed me affectionately, lingering a few inches from my lips to look me deeply in the eyes.
“Hello, gorgeous.”
I realized I had been holding my breath and let out a small sigh as I felt a blush rise to my cheeks. I smirked and soaked up Jack’s beautiful face. His handsome, strong jaw, deliciously kissable lips, and his hazel eyes, smiling but with a glimmer of mischief.
[MF] Fucking The Monogamy Out Of The Married MILF Who Lives On The Floor Below Me
Hello. It’s me again. I’ve already posted two stories on this sub. You can check them out by [clicking here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8wz1g5/mf_its_vanilla_but_vanilla_is_one_of_the_most/) and [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8xityu/mff_how_a_road_trip_with_my_exgirlfriend_and_her/). My first story was about a sexual experience that happened a few years ago, second story happened a year ago, and now this third story happened just last month.
I’ve been living in the same apartment building for close to 7 months now. It’s a smaller building. I’d guess there are maybe 20-30 units. I’m not the type to mingle with my neighbors. I don’t even like talking to my own family most of the time, why would I want to talk to Billy in 103? His dog wears shoes! How can I trust someone who puts shoes on their dog? Point being, I don’t know many of my neighbors. I might see them when I check the mail or take out the trash, but that’s it.
[MF] The time my boyfriend brought his handcuffs home from work
A Retelling of the Day my Boyfriend Brought a Pair of Handcuffs Home from Work
I stretched my arms and arched my back against the couch cushions. Stretching my shoulders up over my head, I shook my hands briefly, releasing the tension from the last hour of typing. Glancing at the clock in the corner of my computer screen, I felt a smile creep to my lips. Seven-thirty. Jack would be home any minute.
Not a moment later, the knob on the front door rattled as a key was inserted into the lock. My heart raced and I clapped my laptop shut. Jack’s face appeared from behind the door, a wide smile stretching on his face. He hurried to drop his keys and bag on the table and hurried over to where I was snuggled on the couch. Taking my face in both hands, Jack kissed me affectionately, lingering a few inches from my lips to look me deeply in the eyes.
“Hello, gorgeous.”
I realized I had been holding my breath and let out a small sigh as I felt a blush rise to my cheeks. I smirked and soaked up Jack’s beautiful face. His handsome, strong jaw, deliciously kissable lips, and his hazel eyes, smiling but with a glimmer of mischief.