BJ Archives — Page 710 of 1166 — NSFW story

Edging myself [m] while waiting for her [f] on the couch.

I have never written a story like this but I have been a longtime reader and appreciator of them. I am a 29 year old male living in the midwest, currently quarantined as a third wheel to my roommate and his girlfriend. Boredom has caused me to go over some older experiences from when I had the luxury of my own apartment and no pandemic holding me back. For visual context I am a fairly attractive white guy with dark hair, ever-changing facial hair, a couple tattoos, glasses, and a body type that is stocky but runs a fair amount.

When I was about 23-24 I had moved out of my parents house and into a one bedroom apartment in the city. I was living on my own for the first time and quickly realized that I needed to use that to its maximum potential. I was naked in there most of the time just because I could. This is the period of my life where I really learned more about what I was into and my kinks. Turns out I am really into edging, a bit of denial, teasing, and mutual masturbation. I would use my big TV in my living room to watch porn and have my own fun on my couch. My edging sessions would usually take about an hour and on a handful of occasions much longer. This is also when I discovered Tinder for the first time. Eventually I was able to use all of these new discoveries together in an incredibly risky and obviously terrible way. Read more »

The Way I Lost My Virginity [Light-Hearted and True] [FM]

I lost my virginity at the age of 16 to my first “real boyfriend.” You know the kind–you’re just getting into boys, have maybe 10 things in common with him, and think “Yes, you are here at the right time and place…perfect for the role.”

I wasn’t a delicate flower, and I worked a little backwards in terms of womanhood introductions. My sister had been begging me to use a tampon for years, saying things like, “You have no *idea* how comfortable they are.” I refused until I was fingered for the first time and realized I could shove things in me without repercussions. Before that, my vagina was a mysterious cavity in between my legs. Sometimes, I looked at it in a hand mirror as I wondered about the secrets within.

Then Dan came along, and metaphorical and literal barriers were broken.

Cut to my deflowering: My parents are away. It’s daylight. I’m straddling Dan, and I put Ludacris’ “Splash Waterfalls” on repeat in my boombox. Romantic poetry like, “Know how to mack a broad, she’s on your sack and balls, You call her Jabberjaws, what? (fuck, me!)” is floating from the speakers. I suck Dan’s big Jewish dick, using my handy Urban Decay edible marshmallow body powder on his balls. He lets out little chuckles and tells me the leopard-print powder puff is tickling him. I lick up the overpriced, sparkly dust. Read more »

[FM] Massaging Another One of my Boyfriend’s Friends

If you haven’t read about it yet, I [massaged my boyfriend and gave him a happy ending. ](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eeqkjs/fm_putting_my_limited_massage_skills_to_use/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

He then told his friend about it. Who then asked for [a massage and happy ending of his own. ](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eholgv/fm_massaging_my_bfs_friend/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

After that, there was no massages throughout winter break. But when school started back up in January, word started getting around my boyfriend’s friends. I was giving massages. With happy endings. Luke (my boyfriend) thought it was pretty hot that several of his friends wanted me to make them cum. But overall, none of them were serious about it. After all, I hadn’t done it for free for that first friend. As far as anyone was concerned, he had paid $40 for a massage and a handjob happy ending. But no one knew he had paid an additional $40 for me to make him cum with my mouth.

About a week into the new semester, Luke and I had a couple of his friends over to play UNO and have some drinks. Let’s call them John and Frankie. (John was the first guy I massaged and ended up blowing). Read more »

[F]estival Slut Backseat Blowjob [oral] Part 1

They said that having your first real date being a weekend-long music festival seemed like a bit of a risky idea. Sure, we’d known each other for years, but spending a weekend away together as our first romantic gesture was a bit of a relationship tester. But, I was up for it. A weekend away in the woods with someone I was feeling very chemically charged for seemed like the biggest thrill. Together but alone in a crowd, feeling the rhythms of music, humid June nights in a little tent, and an adventure on the road was enough to make my heart squeal with delight. We purchased the tickets hastily and made plans to meet that morning.

K picked me up in a packed station wagon. I had just my yellow satchel with a few scant clothing items and a bar of sandalwood soap. We stopped in Kentucky; he bought me a disposable camera and a carton of Camels. It took us 14 hours but we finally arrived at our destination in the middle of the night. There was a long line of cars in the dust under a golden moon. K pulled over. “Well, we’re not going anywhere for awhile,” he said as we approached the line of traffic waiting to get into the farm where the festival was being held. It was a long drive and the thought of setting up camp seemed comforting. No one liked the idea of spending all night sitting in traffic as the ticket takers checked people in. Read more »

Crossdressing Confessions – Part V

My face is pressed closely to her sheets, my blush-covered cheeks just faintly grazing her white-cream toned sheets. I can feel her stalking behind me, creeping closer and closer with a predatory sense of pleasure. She is like a snake on the verge of striking, and I am her prey. I feel like a trembling, thoughtless mass of warmth just waiting to be constricted.

“How about we make this a little more interesting,” Florence muses, as though she hasn’t already launched a full fleet of surprises. She drags a solitary nail up and down my back, before correcting my position. I can feel the smooth, glossy finish on her nail as she traces the proper arch of my back. The sensation creates a feeling of weight bearing down on my own painted fingers and toes. The shallow hue of pink is sinking into me, pressuring my hands deeper into the mattress.

“Legs apart,” Florence orders. I obey. “Keep your face down. Don’t stop bending your back. You’re trying to show off your ass and nothing else. More. Relax your feet. Good.” She does some manhandling to make adjustments. “Perfect. Now hold still.” Read more »

Coworker set up a threesome [MFF]

So, on Monday, K texted me to give me more details for last night. She wanted me to come over around 5 to help her with dinner before her friend E came over for the evening. She also gave me a little bit of information about E. She described E as her height and age, a little bit heavier, but as she put it “curvier” because of 4 kids, two which were twins. E had been divorced for about 3 years after she caught her husband having an affair with a friend from high school. Read more »

No sex but stayed slutty with a colleague [MF]

Things haven’t been sexy since the city went into semi lockdown. All of reddit is becoming *crazy* horny and I’m no exception. I’m one of those people stuck with a boss that doesn’t want to stop operations and be liable to pay salaries without things moving. So what can a slut do to get some action ‘legally’?

I’m still required to go to the office some days and that means I get to be on the bus. Or the train. Mmm cue the little flashbacks of some shinkansen hentai. Some are too violent but the prospect of getting off in a semi exposed way…

I could do it with someone in the office. Except I hadn’t worked on getting anyone between my legs before this.

You know what they say; desperate times call for desperate measures.

This guy Tony. Chinese guy, 26, about 165-170cm, skinny frame. Very into the kpop look but not as ‘prettyboy’ as they get. Cute AF. Doesn’t really have good English but when you get used to dumbing down your own English to get by in Singapore, it’s not really a problem.

The Parisian Goddess, Intro (MF) (public blowjob)

The stage is lined with at least two dozen topless women. They kick their legs and wave their arms to the burlesque music crackling out of the speakers. The dancers have matching shimmering gold, high cut thongs, and matching top hats. The most striking thing, however, is how unenthused they look. Clearly, they aren’t even trying to dance or lip sync in unison.

I look over at my wife, Madeline, and we exchange knowing glances. I reach over to pour out the remaining “complimentary” champaign into our glasses. With the show’s finale nearing it’s close, I will be damn sure to at least finish the free bottle of booze. Finally, painfully, the show at Moulin Rouge is over. The lights flicker on, showing the yellow tapestries hanging from the ceiling, and the red walls.

I pull my sport coat off of my chair, and she grabs her black sequin purse so we can escape the tourist trap. We swallow any remaining drop of champagne before we walk away from the table. The crowd bottlenecks at the narrow entrance doors. It’s warm and stuffy, and we’re full of disappointment. Finally, we let out an audible sigh of relief once we reach the street. Read more »

Her daddy’s debt (some incest)

It wasn’t the alarm clock that woke Barbara Jo up that morning. It wasn’t even the sun, creeping in from the window. It was way too early for both of those things, anyway.

No, what woke her up was a cock sliding in her mouth. Stretching it, relentlessly pushing inside and almost making her gag. For she had no time to prepare her face hole for it.

It was almost certain that the man it belonged to was one of her male relatives in the house. Well, conceivably it could be one of her dad’s or brother’s buddies, but it wasn’t very probable, in the middle of the night and all. But the room was dark, and couldn’t positively see which one it was.

Well, it couldn’t be uncle Jim, his cock was thicker and, frankly, shorter than this one. He wasn’t able to go down her throat on his best day, even though he gave her some difficulty all the same with his girth.

And Bobby, her older brother, was always so eager to hammer her poor little mouth and even ejaculate inside it, that it always was her that had to encourage him to slam one of her downstairs holes as well. Read more »