Terrible Terry Ch3 [mffm][mff][nc][

It was hard to think about anything other than Terry during college. Her almost white hair and pale figure. The smooth skin on her breasts as she bent over in a v-neck or the crease of her hips as she curled her knees forward. She was tantalizing. And she had owned me. She had humiliated me in front of my teammates and my best friend. She had complicated things, to say the least, between me and my closest thing to a romantic contact. She had manipulated my body exactly how she wanted to on every occasion… and she had yet to let me finish. All I wanted was to hold her down into the mattress and get even. Then it would be over. Things would just go back to normal. Right? Right.

There was only one source of information in regards to Terry available to me. My once only chance at maybe having a romantic interest slash good friend slash fellow tool at Terry’s disposal. Cat had once been my conservative friend who wore a cross necklace to class and taught bible study on Wednesdays, but lately I had seen more of her – well lately I had seen her naked. Very naked. She had an exhibitionist streak in her. You could tell by the way she flowered in the attention around campus. Awards, leadership roles, teacher’s pet, sorority queen, she lived to serve and please and she had done that a lot lately.

Overcoming my fear [mf]

My husband Paul and I decided to have a baby when I was 27, but before we did I had to overcome an embarrassing problem: I was deathly afraid of unprotected sex. My mom had an affair when I was a teenager and ended up getting an STI from the guy she was sleeping with and then gave it to my dad as well. It got worse before it got better, and I guess the trauma of that made me way more scared than was rational. Not scared enough to never have sex, but I never *ever* did it without having the guy I was with wear a condom or use one of the female condoms myself (which by the way, I’m told are *much* better for the guy, and I like them too).

I was so afraid of it that even after I married Paul I still insisted on condoms. We tried a couple of times to skip them right after we got married, because it was “what you’re supposed to do,” but I couldn’t get past that stupid mental barrier. I’d gotten on birth control, and Paul had STI tests done just to try to help me feel better, but the thought of being fucked bare made me cringe.

Truth or Dare Ball – Part II: Thor is Sexy [Group]

[Part I is here.]
(https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9jfd47/swapping_at_a_halloween_party_an_intro_to_truth/)

*Names and minor details have been changed for anonymity.*

It was a few days after Halloween, and my wife Michelle and I were anxious to play with our friends Mark and Winn again. We’d had threesomes with women before, but we’d never swapped with another couple. Just the small amount of playing we did with Mark and Winn had been so hot, we were constantly horny just thinking about it. We wanted more. But how, with a willing but reluctant Winn controlling the pace? We went through a bunch of ideas: Spin the bottle? No, that’s fun for a minute but it’s just kissing. Truth or Dare? Maybe, but it’s usually lame. I scoured the internet for hours looking for swinger games to ease in newbies, but there’s nothing good. They progress from “Make out for a minute” to “Anally gangbang the mailman” in like…2 rounds. No thank you. But then Michelle knocked it out of the park.

[MF] A game of strip pool with a girl from Instagram

Setting the scene, I was one of those people who bulk followed hot girls on Instagram, and basically posted stupid puns all the time. There was one girl I had followed for years but never spoken to, so when I was dumped by a prick of an ex I thought stuff it I’ll find her Facebook and start a conversation (this was kinda before Instagram messaging was a thing).

The girl, was in early 20s. Had grown up slightly on the bigger side and was now a gym junkie, so she was very fit, about 5’8, brunette and probably B cup. In terms of a celebrity she looked like I’d would say a mix of young Kristen wiig and Marisa Tomei.

After about a day or so or chatting it got quite flirty and I suggested we hang out and watch family guy. She suggested we build a blanket fort. It was about 8pm on a Sunday when she said we should do it that night. She lives about an hour from me on the other side of town so she was probably bluffing, but I was working casually at the time so I thought stuff it, and got in the car.

Lady in the night [MF]

“Do you think you’ll ever have, you know, a *girl*friend?” Dan asked me.

We were eleven, living in the small midwestern city where I was born. I shrugged and said, “I dunno. Girls are *weird*.”

That was all about to change. We grew up on the edge of farm country, and we knew how sex worked, but when the school forced us into a room once a week for an awkward description of the mechanics of human reproduction, it seemed like something was missing. Animals didn’t kiss, date, go to bars, or any of that. Humans had it rough.

My friend Dan mastered the basics first and attained near-legend status for being the first to kiss a girl in fifth grade, and he also broke the barrier of going everywhere short of intercourse two years later. Despite being average — brown-blonde hair, blue eyes, B-student — I was the first to have full intercourse. Overnight I became a celebrity at school. The experience also ruined me, as you will see further in this tale.

The time I made an 18 year old boy’s sexual Mount Rushmore [MF]

During the summer when I was 25, I had just broken up with a longish-term boyfriend because we realized that we were not going to get married and we were wasting our time. Not long after that, my best friend since middle school, Emily, and her family went on their annual family vacation. I was very close with Emily and her family, and so I told them I might use their pool when they were gone, which of course they didn’t have a problem with. (It was much better than my apartment pool).

I was putting in at least 10 hours a day to my job at the time, because it was still my first job out of college and they always worked the younger employees pretty hard. So, during this time, at the end of the day, I just really wanted to relax and try to take my mind off of work and relationships.

Rub-a-dub daydream [M4F]

I’ve made it to Friday morning, but the week has left me drained, unmotivated and utterly useless at work. Longing for a nice quiet day off, or just a nice quiet day at work where nothing breaks and nothing needs to be accomplished, I find myself daydreaming of a nice, long, hot soak in a big bathtub.

I picture one of those bathrooms you only see in the movies or tours of celebrity’s homes…the ones that seem to go on forever… beautiful marble and glass brick walls…. huge walk in shower with a shower system that puts water out like a waterfall… and of course, the big bathtub.

That 70’s Porno Pt. 01 | Celebrity Story [MF] [FM] [MFF]

That 70’s Porno Pt. 01 | Celebrity Story

So I worked really hard to get the dialogue in this story to sound like the
characters in the show which also meant trying to get a balance between a believable scene
in the show with 70’s era pornography. That being said, it was around page 100 that I
finally noticed that I was on page 100. So rather than finish the story and then post it I
decided it would be easier to divide it up between the days of the week in the story. That
also being said, here’s late Saturday night/early Sunday morning and Led Zeppelin is only a
week away.

That 70’s Porno

“…and this has been ‘Hot Donna’. Signing off,” Donna said as she clicked off her mic
and played her last musical track of the night. The director in the sound booth gave her a
thumbs-up which she returned before taking her ear phones off. She stood up just as the
door to the DJ’s booth opened and a tall, older man with fly away gray hair and a leather
jacket entered.

“Oh wow, Mr. Johnson,” she squealed in delight, “It’s so good to meet you.”

Richie Starts Her Tour – (FF / MF / MFF) – Spanking, Tribbing, Threesome

# Morning

Kathryn listened to the news as she jogged that morning. The radio host was talking about how tonight was the night for the show of the century. She laughed as the man kept going on and on about it. She kept listening thinking this was going to be a good description of the concert happening tonight.

“Tonight for the first time we will get an Ostmeadow tour! It is going to be located right here in our home city. The tour will feature Richie, the star that everyone follows to see what crazy thing she will do next. Well, now we know! She apparently is into public sex. What a freak, now we know why all her partners keep dumping her-”

Kathryn ripped her earbuds out as she stopped. She hated hearing about negative gossip. She tried to separate herself from it as much as possible. As she switched over to her workout playlist she checked the time. She still had a good amount of time before she needed to be at sound check.

[MF] We Had Sex…Sort of, Part I

This happened several years ago. Post ended up being longer than I thought.

While getting a post-grad certificate, I first met Laura, we’ll call her. Laura and I shared many classes in that certificate program, and would sometimes talk before classes. She was tall and blonde, Scandinavian, and beautiful, really (if she had a celebrity twin, it would be [Anastasia Griffith](https://dvdbash.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/damages-glenn-close-rose-byrne-donovan-booth-danson-griffith-nouri-noonan-ivanek-hurt-phillippe-goodman-hannah-dvdbash019.jpg?w=584&h=896)).

At the time, she struck me as a bit too cutesy for my taste, really. The kind of person that wore pumpkin or bat earrings around Halloween, and who had a lot of holiday themed jewelry and clothes. And, at the time, I was devoted to my girlfriend, who later became my wife and then my ex-wife. Anyways, after the program finished, we sort of lost touch for a bit.

A few years and a failed marriage later, we reconnected via social media. I was dating someone, but we we had just started seeing each other. I would post about my day at work, what I cooked for dinner or was eating, and Laura would comment about how it looked delicious, or how a cold beer helps a long day—stuff absentminded me thought was harmless.