[M] Hooking Up With A Classmate From College [F] Who Helps Me Forget My Ex

(After reading this post: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d48vsn/i_met_up_with_a_high_school_friend_i_hadnt_seen/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d48vsn/i_met_up_with_a_high_school_friend_i_hadnt_seen/) I was inspired to write about my own adventures after a really bad break relationship and break-up)

My ex was toxic, but it took me forever to realize it. She was passive aggressive, put walls up when she didn’t get her way, and expect me to always be happy-go-lucky. She had had several poor relationships herself before me, so I kept thinking that she would eventually grow out of it, learn that *I* was different. I was wrong.

While we had still been together, I went to school for a professional certificate, and met many people who were going into the same field as me. One of them, was Emma. At the time, everyone in my classes knew that I was attached, and we got to know each other as friends and future colleagues, but nothing more than that.

Fast forward several years to after I broke up with my ex. Emma had posted on social media about a new project at work that she was going to get involved in. I had just finished a similar project, so I offered to help. She quickly DM’d me her phone number, so that I could call her and talk her through how I had approached the problem. We talked for a couple of hours, and she insisted that she buy me dinner and/or drinks to thank me for saving her butt at work. I accepted.

My Robot Boyfriend [mf] [piv] [manbot] [robot]

“You’re a sweet, talented, hard-working young woman, Kelia. You’ve got a bright future ahead of you. Don’t let anyone derail it.”

Those were the serious, yet sincere words of Kelia Aden’s mother. She’d first heard them in junior high. It came shortly after she brought home her another straight-A report card and a letter from her guidance counselor saying that she was gifted. More than one teacher had told her that she had a great chance of getting into an Ivy League university if she maintained her current path.

It was a challenge, but Kelia always rose to the occasion. Even as she progressed into high school, getting top grades and high test scores, her mother kept belaboring that fateful message. At first, she thought she was just being an obsessive parent. Then, she suspected there might have been other motivations. That became obvious whenever cousins, aunts, uncles, and family friends saw her.

“Kelia is growing into quite the babe,” they would often say. “Pretty soon, she’ll be beating the boys back with a stick.”

Fantastic sex with the worst person [MF]

I spent some time after college trying on different sexual kinks. I went to BDSM clubs, which are a lot heavier and older than advertised. I tried meeting girls online in kink forums (like Craigslist). It turned out that I’m not as kinky as I liked to believe; I was just bored and horny.

So, in one of these bored and horny states I let myself get setup for a blind date. I was shown a picture, so it was more like a “deaf date,” I guess. She was pretty. Shoulder length brown hair with messy bangs, as was popular then. Bright blue eyes, which was hot. She had a long neck and thin figure. Not much chest, and I was told that was because she was a gymnast in school, which helped me say yes.

So the night of the date comes. I go to pick her up with a rose, because I know fuckall what I’m doing. She opens the door, and I swear from the get go, her accent was like nails on a chalkboard. Like some sort of mix between southern and Brooklyn. The pitch of her voice could’ve made the Sandinistas surrender alone, but the accent combined with it was just abrasive to the ears.

Be Kind, Rewind [M] [F] [Incest]

Damn outdated technology. My parents decided to get a VHS to DVD burner (ten years after they were popular) and now I’m stuck wasting an afternoon doing it for them. Hope they enjoy their anniversary gift.

Look, another video of a little league game I sucked in, so glad we filmed this crap. I wish I had been good at sports. I mean, I’m still kind of athletic. Kind of a broad build but I stay toned with my morning jogs. Fuck I was bad at baseball though.

I zone out, listening to my podcasts scrolling through Instagram on my phone. Every now and again, after mindlessly scrolling past friends, coworkers, and dumb vacation accounts I follow I end up on a model or celebrity. Give myself a half stroke or two and keep scrolling through. It was during one of these half tugs I hear a sexual sigh.

The first thing I do is check the Insta-video. Was that coming from the curvy model? No, no sound for the video at all. I hear it again. That’s when I look over at the TV.

The only time I liked it rough [FFM] [Threesome]

Tall, model thin, thick eyeliner and cherry red hair, Keesha definitely had her demons. She liked rock concerts and whiskey and spoke with a Texas twang that was sweeter than expected. She preferred fishnets, American Spirits cigarettes and stiletto fake nails. Her eyes were piercingly beautiful green. Photographers always solicited her image and she definitely was the muse of many fashion photo shoots.

Thank fuck for lab accidents! [F][FM][anal][sci-fi-ish]

Crash! ‘Fuck!’ I’m covered in some unknown whiteish goo, a big flask just dropped from a shelf onto the work bench below, smashing a bunch of other containers and splashing the mixture all over me. I can even feel some up my nose and taste some in my mouth, a sweet yet bitter and chemical taste. I think I accidentally swallow some. The guy giving us the tour shouts and quickly ushers me to the next room, into a shower and tells me to strip and wash as quickly as possible while he gets help. I tear off my clothes quickly. My right eye and my lower lip stings, the shards must have cut me.

My skin that was in direct contact with the goo is tingling intensely, and I feel suddenly extremely turned on! I forget about the shower for the moment. There is some goo on my fingers, but I don’t care, I need to get off right away. I curl my middle two fingers into my pussy to work my g-spot as my palm bumps against my clit. I’m soaking wet and immediately finger myself at a furious pace as I pinch my nipples hard. In just a few moments my legs and stomach start quivering, and I drop to the floor as I cum so fucking hard I see stars. Through a haze I see my clothes before me and without thinking I scoop up a much bigger glob of goo and reach behind me. I rub it in circles around my butthole before pushing two fingers deep inside, setting of a second orgasm, my ass pulsing around my fingers as I moan and quiver.

A Wrestler no More (Rape Fantasy, Celeb)

***A quick note from the author (Me!) This story is a fantasy based on the WWE wrestler Liv Morgan. It was written by request of a fan, and involves some extreme elements including kidnapping, rape, and mild torture. This is NOT real however, it is just a fantasy, and I hope nothing be happiness and Well Being for Miss Morgan. That being said, I hope you enjoy the story!***

The car accident was the first thing she remembered, almost as if it were a bad dream slipping away on the first thoughts of a semi-conscious mind as she struggled to open her eyes. The sudden realization hit her that her eyes were open, she was simply surrounded by darkness. This revelation was soon followed by the fact that she couldn’t move her arms, the feeling of rope wrapped tight around her wrists prevented it. Liv tried to scream, the sound coming out as a gurgled groan around the foul-tasting clothe stuffed between her lips.

Daisy Ridley Takes a Seat, Part 2 [FFFM][celeb][facesitting][fdom][oral][hint of footjob]

He lifted his head off of the seat again, looking at Emma Watson in front of him. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him, her butt still pointed at his face.

“Good luck,” she smirked, and reached back to tug her pants out of her ass.

He watched her butt move under her dress pants as she marched away towards Madison. A few moments later, Daisy’s pretty face was looking down at him, glowing with one of her intimidatingly adorable smiles.

“I’m back! How’s my chair doing?”

She pushed his head down and started to straighten up.

“Did Emma treat you nicely?”

She didn’t give him a chance to respond. In one quick motion, she turned around and sat down on him, causing his head to turn to the right as her magnificent buttocks pressed down on the side of his head. He held back a whimper as her plump ass moved this way and that, rubbing all over him as she got her feet onto the footrest and shifted into a more comfortable position. She was causing him all kinds of discomfort: his neck was starting to hurt, his face was becoming sore, and he had never needed to cum more badly in his life before. It felt like electricity was running through his body, causing his heart to shake in his chest. So why couldn’t he bring himself to push the button?

Daisy Ridley Takes a Seat, Part 1 [FFFM][celeb][facesitting][fdom][oral][hint of footjob]

The most beautiful people in the world are often in front of a camera, taking selfies, shooting movies, or filming interviews. These people are revered by some and recognized by all. Often, they have a large following of people, some looking up to them, admiring them for their success, and some lusting after them, salivating over their magnetic looks. Sometimes both. And whether these celebrities are aware of the secret thoughts and desires of the people looking at them or not, it can end up being quite useful when they are selling something.

Lifestyle Garden, a relatively small media network, covered the same things other media networks did, such as celebrities, movies, fashion, and pop culture. They had a youtube channel like the other youtube channels that put out entertainment and celebrity videos, and they had a website which posted stories on Tom Hiddleston’s new leg workout routine or why Kate Mara doesn’t like chocolate ice-cream. But Lifestyle Garden was able to rise above the rest in a relatively short amount of time by doing one thing: conducting interviews without an interviewer. That is, instead of an interviewer asking questions, they would let celebrities interview each other. Of course, the interviews still had a structure, and a producer from Lifestyle Garden was always there to guide things along, but this allowed the celebrities to use their charisma and humor more naturally, and it gave the videos a casual and relaxed feel.