Sea change (or how I mended my broken heart) [MMF], [threesome], [oral]

Just a little note before I begin. I wrote this on my phone, over the space of two night shifts. I get it’s not perfect and lacks balance. It’s very very difficult to proof read or draft under those conditions. I’m a horrible perfectionist so I apologise in advance for any spelling/grammar issues or any double words and sentences that don’t make sense.

I hope it’s still enjoyable.

Please feel free to DM me if you find anything that could be edited and I’ll fix it up. Please be nice about it though and tell me if you liked my story. Flattery will get you everywhere.

Likewise, if you enjoyed it and just wanna give some feedback DM me or in the comments. x L

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I couldn’t say which of them I noticed first. To tell the truth I’d only ever seen them together. They were one of those couples who seemed to not only be close physically but also really good friends. I’d moved recently from the city to the coast. To a small town right on the beach. It’s famous for surfing, cycling, running, walking and yoga. Something to do with the magnificent clean ocean, pristine forests and open skies. Everyone has a dog.

The House Party [Threesome] [MMF] [Drugs] [Throatfuck] [Public] [Buttplug]

**Chapter 1**

Bristol, UK.

It was about 10:30 at night when Lola and I pulled up to the house where the party was at. We were already a little wavy after some drinks and a spliff at our place. Lola knew some of the people living in the house, but I didn’t know anyone, and no one knew we were dating. There was supposed to be upwards of 50 people showing up tonight and the theme was ‘funny money’.

If you don’t already know, the idea of a ‘funny money’ party is that you pay $5 to get in, and receive back $50 in fake monopoly money. At about midnight, whoever has the most money gets the big prize. Prizes are usually something like a handle of liquor, or sometimes just real money. The question you should be asking is: how do you earn money? Answer: Any. Way. You. Can. I have seen people switch clothing for funny money, take shots, fuck, once I saw someone eat 3 whole cloves of garlic. It can get pretty hectic, but what happened at this party absolutely takes the cake.

We made a new friend at the club [mdma] [threesome] [mff] [public] [couple]

Chapter 1

Both of us had been looking forward to this event for the whole week. Lola and I were beginning to feel the slow come up as we sat in the back of the Uber, stroked each other’s legs and settled into the sensation of the MDMA we took about a half hour before. I could feel her palms sweating against mine as we held hands. I was nuzzling my head on her shoulder when I turned to face her, and smiled. She looked back at me and grinned, “hey” she said warmly, and we kissed. Her lips felt extra soft and lush so we luxuriated in that kiss. Her hand was resting on my chest and she nibbled my lip and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I was getting excited, and I reached behind her. My right arm moved beneath her crop top that exposed her lower back and belly. The left hand reached down her skirt, and beneath her panties…

The car stopped but the driver didn’t say a word, we noticed him checking us out in the mirror and we laughed and said our thanks, and then got out of the car.

When You Speak A Foreign Language

It seems so long ago now, thinking back to when I first met you. That version of me would have never admitted what I’m willing to now. But, the truth is that version of me, she knew. She was intentional in her interactions with you; hoping you would notice her, notice anything about her really. She seemed to be the epitome of innocent yet anything but even if she wanted everyone to see her that way. It’s a lot easier to have secrets when people see you as the goody good, the girl with the smarts and good grades, the girl who goes to church and has good friends, and who doesn’t bat an eye at sex, drugs, or rock and roll. On the inside she was screaming for your approval, funny how you’d never now until now how much. She liked when you would talk to her or laugh with her, even in her weak attempts to be a rebel. You never saw her that way and you never would. I wonder what if, what if you were able to look past her counterfeit exterior to realize she wasn’t so hollow inside?

[M]y Daughter’s Fiend Wanted a [F]acial

# I had originally posted this on another sub but think it’s probably more appropriate here. I suck at the internet because I’m old. Hope you enjoy.

It was ridiculously hot for an April afternoon. The sun was shining directly into the window of my office where I sat finishing up on some documents for a loan I was processing for a local landscaping business. It was around four p.m. on a Friday afternoon and the bank I worked in downtown was dead quiet and still. The calm before the storm of workers coming to cash their company checks. The spring had just entered full swing, though the temperature outside was so high that you could have convinced me that it was already late June. We had broken 80 yesterday and in North Carolina there is no such thing as a dry heat. The humidity is the absolute worst part of living down here.

Update: [MF] Drunkenly hooked up with a girl, but we (used to) absolutely hate each other

First post: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b4q1aa/_/

Not sure if any of y’all remember my first post because it’s been a while, but I’ll update now nonetheless.

I’m very happy to say that me and Mia are a thing now :) The days after I posted we were around each other basically as much as possible and we both couldn’t get enough of it. I can confidently say that I love her, we have insane chemistry, I’ve never experienced anything like it. She’s the sweetest, friendliest and kindest soul I’ve ever met. This is something I would have never even thought of saying back in the day lol. She’s by far the most gorgeous girl I’ve been with and I love every minute with her. She luckily feels the same way, I know this is probably weird to a lot of people but we already moved in with each other. My lease ended last month and we both said fuck it, so we’re living together now. Zero complaints. She’s absolutely crazy about me too and makes me feel so good. Every interaction between us feels so natural and we’re never tired of each other. We can’t help it, it’s like a gravitational pull that forces us together.

[M]y Daughter’s friend wanted a [F]acial. [LONG]

It was ridiculously hot for an April afternoon. The sun was shining directly into the window of my office where I sat finishing up on some documents for a loan I was processing for a local landscaping business. It was around four p.m. on a Friday afternoon and the bank I worked in downtown was dead quiet and still. The calm before the storm of workers coming to cash their company checks. The spring had just entered full swing, though the temperature outside was so high that you could have convinced me that it was already late June. We had broken 80 yesterday and in North Carolina there is no such thing as a dry heat. The humidity is the absolute worst part of living down here.

Side-Effects [MF] [Oral] [drugs]

“One pill in the morning and one in the evening,” said an exasperated Jennifer Jermaine, “do they really think we’ll screw that up?”

“For all the legal crap they made us sign, I’d say yeah. They think it’s a distinct possibility,” said her roommate and boyfriend, Zane Crayton.

“Even with the promise of five hundred bucks and extra credit for our bio class?”

“They’re probably hedging their bets. Makes me think they’re the ones with severe anxiety issues.”

Jennifer shook her head and sighed as they pulled into the parking lot for their apartment building. She should’ve been more excited about earning easy money. Both she and Zane were the perfect embodiment of financially challenged college students, having spent the past two years pinching pennies just to keep their student loan debts from ballooning. Any amount of money should’ve made them feel somewhat less anxious.

Then again, that was the trickiest part about having generalized anxiety disorder. Even when something good came along to alleviate their many stresses, it did little to ease her troubled mind. Mitigating one source of stress just meant shifting her focus to another. It had been plaguing her since middle school. Zane claimed to have dealt with it since the fifth grade and, having known him since childhood, she didn’t doubt that for a second.

Playing pretend with an old friend [MF] – phone sex, J(ill)OI, not-quite-cheating [LONG]

**Disclaimer:** As you’ll soon learn, the circumstances of this story make some level of speculation unavoidable. Any fudging of actions or dialogue has been made in good faith. I hope you’ll accept, though, that the important bits – and there are many of them – have remained as clear and sharp as the night they took place.

Impatient and/or horny people can skip to the **[***]**.

**Fall of 1998. Nowhere, the Midwest, USA**

Me: A standard-issue small-town white nerd, aged 21. 5’7″ on my best day, not fat, but no muscle tone to speak of. Thick brown hair, dark green eyes, two godawful small-town tattoos, and, although it hadn’t been pointed out to me yet, a rather attractive, well-proportioned dick. At the time of this story, a bit inexperienced, but still a total pervert.

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 3-4 [nc, rape, oral, interracial, rough, mdom, cuck]

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly by DiscipleN


[this story has over the top, racist bullshit so thick you can’t mistake it for the insulting lie it would be, if written for anything other than fetish fantasy]

Chapter 3

I woke naked, my torso limp across the kitchen table. A familiar discomfort filled my cunt. It was the only part of me he hadn’t bruised.

“Damn, this pussy is worth every fucking cop out looking for me.” Terry sat across two chairs, leaning back. My ass sat on his crotch. He had had to pull his belly up to make room for me. Both of us could feel the wetness between our tender organs. The oven clock said it was 1:33 am. “I can feel you moving.”

I burst into tears. “What did you do with my family?”

“They’re fine. I checked on them an hour ago.” Was he implying he’d had his dick in me for an hour?

“Let me see them. Please, Terry!”