Love and Other Drugs-[M/F]

I have a ton of stories, of my sexual escapades in college. A little background, is that I went to two different colleges on the West Coast of the US.

The story begins right after I had transfered to a new college, my major at my previous school was axed due to budget cuts, so I moved back to my homestate to a new college, and moved in with my sister and her friends. I was 20 at the time, and had about 6 months until I was 21.

There was this girl, we will call her Em. Em was 23 at the time. I was still younger, so I considered her to be an "older" chick. She was/is (still friends) a sexy, 5'1'' brunette, with DD tits, and an ass to match. The kicker, was that she was in really good shape, she had curves in all the right places, but with a flat stomach and toned body.

Em would hang around the parties that my sister and I would throw, but I couldn't go to the bars yet, so everyone 21 and over would leave, including her. At the time she had a bf, and from what I gathered they had been together for a few years at that point. So the "friendship" between us, was minimal, due to both of those factors.

Punching, Drunk, Lust [MF, Long]

WHAM

The edges of my vision blurred and turned white. The hand was small – when I saw it wrapped around my cock less than an hour later, the word "dainty" would pop into my head, despite the bruised and bloody knuckles – but it almost floored me as it smashed into my right temple. The crowd, gathered around us in a circle, cheered and hollered. I stumbled back towards my "corner", reeling from the combination of the impact, rum, whiskey, and the aftereffects of the last nitrous hit. Dan caught my shoulder and ineffectually poured water onto my face, not even trying to aim for my mouth – also swollen and bleeding. Mark threaded an arm under my other shoulder and hoisted me upright, placing a hand on my chest.

"Come on, champ", fully in character, he affected a decent cockney whine. "You're floating like a fucking butterfly out there! Here…" He dabbed at my face with the ripped remains of my t-shirt. "You've gotta get in there and do some damage!"

I chuckled and coughed. "Isn't that a line from Snatch? Are you seriously being Jason Statham right now?" He patted my cheeks and fed me a measure of rum, which stung like a bitch.

F4M Bruise

I try my way in my bedroom, I’ve been buzzing and vibrating, classic Charming, no self-romance. After the second nap, and third orgasm, I stuck my fingers in deep, feeling how smooth and open I am. My skin is tingling and maybe I literally need to recharge.

 

No one asks these questions–I have had two serious marriage proposals.

 

Maurice couldn’t stay hard that night, and was maybe on the right or wrong drugs for the other parts of his life. I had been too tired to move off of him, and his fingers slid from my shoulder blade, and eased over to my waist and hip. He glazed over or became hyper alert when I talked about wanting a relationship with an equal. Maurice has a habit of blinking hard, fixing the one contact he wears. He’s a man of the people, and he’s a man with vanity. He was stunning younger, and remains charismatic and attractive now.

 

He tried out the words in the dark, and asked me to marry him. I felt that graceful body have a slight hiccup, and imagined his gratitude for all the miles between us and Las Vegas.

Neanderthals return…. Chapter 1 [mf – kind of ]

My name is Amy. The last time I was conscious it was the 21st century. I had been diagnosed with a deadly form of Lung cancer. It had progressed to such a stage that there really was no end in sight. I married well and had no lack of experimental drugs, research centers or access to the best hospitals and doctors in the country. The problem is… I was dying and there was nothing I could do about it. I talked to Jason, my husband and we decided to undergo an experimental procedure. Thought it wasn't known to the public at the time advances in cryogenics allowed for a crude form of suspended animation. We decided to both suspend ourselves and hope that when we are awaken, that the technology would exist to cure me and save my life.

I expected the world to have changed during my slumber. I knew that I would be awakening to a world where I knew nobody buy my sweet Jason that decided to make the journey with me. What faced me was beyond alien.

My long-term girlfriend [F/21] cheats on me [M/21], and I restake my claim.

For some background, Catherine and I had been dating maybe four years when this took place, and you can rest easy knowing we're now happily married with several years separating us and this incident. As far as descriptions go, I'm 5'11, brown wavy haired, pale skinned, and decently good looking. Catherine is more like 5'6, fit from doing yoga all the time, and also light skinned. She has breasts that are just the right size and perfectly shaped, a beautiful smile, and a laugh that brings down the house. She toes the line between cute and outright sexy extremely well. She catches your eye at first glance with her looks and sense of style, but getting to know and understand her reveals an entirely new dimension of attraction.


Catherine and I started dating in high school before going to college together. With the way we each reacted to college life, you'd have expected the normal fate of most high school relationships. I put in the minimum effort required to maintain an above average GPA so that I could party with all my new friends while Catherine continued her streak of being somewhat reserved and grinding out impressive grades and accomplishments each semester. This contrast proved to be the primary wedge within our relationship during the college years, but I never doubted my desire to stick with her for the long term or her commitment to me. Only in retrospect did I realize just how large the divide came to be.

(M)y (f)irst part 6: deadline

Link to part 5: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3c6gly/my_first_part_5_fourleaf_clover/

The morning after the events of part 5, I woke up with my arms wrapped around Kristine. I had a slight hangover, so I got up to get some water before coming back to her room. She was still asleep, so I grabbed my phone and saw the text I'd sent Amy. Immediately all the memories of last night came rushing back in and I knew my morning wood wasn't going to go away. I got back in bed and began kissing Kristine on the neck while grinding my cock into her ass. It didn't take long before she woke up and began quietly moaning. I slipped a finger down the front of her panties and began stroking her pussy, focusing on the clit, then when her moans got loud enough I flipped around so I was now on top of her and began kissing her deeply. Without breaking the kiss, I reached about for a condom and handed it to her before fumbling with her pajamas and panties. She opened the condom and tried to get it on me before we realized it'd be easier just to break off and handle logistics. She quickly pulled both her pajamas and panties off, leaving her shirt on, while I put the condom on. She was already wet so I went in hard and fast, and within a few minutes I already knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I tried to do some math, think about naked old people, imagine North Korea taking over the world, but it wasn't working and I let her know I was going to cum. She quickly wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in all the way, and I felt her squeeze around me as I came hard. She moaned, not letting go of me, and I lay down on top of her before falling back asleep.

[M/F] [BDSM] The Latest Sex Slave (WIP)

I was mostly writing this for myself but I was curious to get constructive criticism on it from non-biased sources. If anyone here ends up liking where it's going, I'd be happy to keep writing/sharing it.


Tasha’s eyes open slowly, but she is not slow by choice. She feels drained, but… why? She stops to think for a moment, trying hard to remember why she feels so exhausted, but nothing comes to her. “Maybe I just need a cup of coffee,” she thinks to herself as she starts to fully wake up. Tasha tries to lift herself up, but quickly realizes that she can barely move. As soon as she tries to lift her arms, she feels ropes tug at her skin, the coarse material hugging her wrists tightly. Her legs seem to be tied as well, and as she tries her limbs she begins to understand why she’d fallen asleep in an upright position. That wasn’t her chair back home as she’d originally thought. Her eyes shoot completely open, her mind suddenly racing as she looks around the room.

Aurora [MF] [Inc] [Drugs]

“Holy shit.” I said, looking up into the heavens. Above me were sheets of green floating in the sky. They folded gently as if they were waves crashing on the beach. Off to the west, a few spires of blue shot into the sky, tipped with white and shimmering brightly. A jet of pink slowly flowed into my vision from between the blue spires, inching its way south. Yellow tuffs softly bleated into and out of existence, mixing with the edges of the green sheets as though the green was covering and uncovering the yellow.

“I’ve never seen it this bright before,” my sister whispered from just left of me. We watched in silence for a few more minutes. The silence was only broken by the bubbling of the hot tub.

That gentle rumble was a nice match for the lightly-colored darkness around us. We had turned out the lights from her deck to sit and stare into the heavens. While the aurora offered enough light to make out the space just around us, in lots of wild colors, we couldn’t see anything further out, save for the outlines of dark mountains against the lights in the sky.

The Best Drunken Mistake I’ve Made- Part 2

(If you haven’t read the first part of my story the here is the link. Sorry it took so long for me to write this. I got nervous at how many people liked it and almost didn’t post this. I’m glad I am now tho.)

The next morning was more comfortable than I ever could have imagined. You would’ve thought Davey, Scott and I had been having sex for years. They both were completely unafraid to talk about it and there was absolutely no shame being thrown around at all. When Kyle finally came out from his tent from his tent the first Davey immediately yelled across the whole camp ground “DUDE, KYLE! We totally got fucked up and had a three way last night!”. We all started laughing uncontrollably. “No way!? That makes so much sense! We could totally hear you guys and had no fucking idea what was going on!”. The fact that our entire group was able to laugh about such an intense experience goes to show how open and carefree this group was. Not only that, but on the first night the tone was set that anything could happen on this trip, and you were going to be greeted with laughter instead of judgment.

Couples camping with college friends [oral][swing][MFMF]

It had been almost five years since we had gone on a trip without our children, and my wife Shannon was very excited to get away with her best friend Sarah from college. Her friend's husband, Mitch, and I James,got along well and enjoyed similar hobbies so a weekend in the woods with them was going to be a blast.

In college we all enjoyed outdoor trips, mostly car camping with the girls, this time our plan was to hike 15 miles in to a secluded lake with a small water feature where we could set up camp. This meant everything we were bringing had to be carried between the four of us, which meant we were packing as light as possible.