Tag: Exhibitionist

Every opportunity I get, I openly fuck in front of my friends. [FM]

I love risky public sex. It gives a rush that almost no other types of fucking provides. Getting caught is the single biggest thrill that can make an orgasm go from great to fan-fucking-tastic almost instantly.

But the problem is that sometimes you don’t get caught. Risky is fun, but when it’s the being SEEN that’s the best bit it can be disappointing when no one turns up.

So I’ve turned full exhibitionist. Every opportunity I get, I openly fuck in front of my friends.

It started with my housemate. I banned myself from fucking in my bed and now only do it around the house when I know she’s home. I’ve now done it so often that she’s even stopped getting annoyed!

I also do stuff in front of friends. There’s the easy times when I’ve been sharing a room and I’ve brought guys back, but also doing blatant stuff while out with them on nights out.

My 👸🏼 1st [MFM]

**THE BACKGROUND**

I’m still not thoroughly sure what propelled my psyche into such a state of wanton desperation for two cocks at the same time. Or maybe it started out less desperate and became more so over five months of wading through the swampy undergrowth of our throwaway R4R account inbox, realizing that though the undergrowth was made of hundreds of willing schlongs, naught but a small handful were associated with men I was attracted to who could make my partner (u/throwaway-88) feel comfortable, while also making ya girl feel special.

If I had to guesstimate, u/PenisTheGreat was maybe the 514th guy to roll through our inbox in response to our MF4M posts (we tracked the volume of responses we got, so 514th probably isn’t that far off). By this point, my leading option was to give up the search for the time being, due to mental fatigue and my rapidly decreasing ability to maintain faith in mankind every time a “Hey she like BBC?” or a “Hi, have Ben triple vaccination” message hit the chat. It had begun to feel like a permanent eye roll affixed itself to my face whenever I logged in and predictably found so many low-effort responses. But luckily u/PenisTheGreat thought I was worth the effort (also, let’s call him by the pseudonym Justin so I don’t teehee at his handle every time I refer to him). His grinning charisma and adorably muffled excitement came through my laptop screen via a personalized video to verify, say hi to me and my partner, and make certain I understood how “fucking phenomenal” he thought I looked based on the SFW photos attached to our R4R posts. My eyes unrolled themselves from the back of my head, I smiled & never stopped smiling with every subsequent message he sent. Ya girl felt special. Read more »

USS Freeuse: To boldly go where no Man has gone before [MF… scifi harem free use]

I’m on my phone, swiping crystals into sets of three, watching them disappear in full-spectrum explosions. I lean back into the cheap plastic chair, the mechanical sounds the car wash dominating the lounge. I eye my truck as it glides through the soap rinse, and then… well, it’s hard to describe. A swirl of lights and rushing sounds, not dissimilar to what I’d been seeing on my phone, except all around me, and the world tumbling end over end, and I’m falling, falling, falling…

I come to and I’m at … someplace different. It doesn’t make any sense. My phone’s gone, which is frustrating because I was on a timed level. And I’m laying on the floor, and the floor is warm, soft, spongy but metallic, like nothing I’ve before felt. The room, or space, or whatever it is, is big, a polyhedral ball several times my height, and deep magenta, with a light somehow coming from all directions at once. And my clothes have disappeared, I’m naked.

“What the fuck?” I say, even though there’s nobody there to hear. “Where’s my phone?” My speech sounds weird, muffled. There’s no echo. Read more »

Leaving the Roosevelt Hotel [MF] [mast] [true]

You’re in a musty hotel room with a person you barely know, unbuttoning your shirt in full view of an office building packed with people. Your excitement is evident in the pulse that throbs visibly high up on your elegant neck.

To think it had all started with a Rufus Wainwright song.

Our online flirtation had been going on for a few weeks. You, a New Yorker born and bred; I, a transplant to the Mid-Atlantic. Amid all the gossip about mutual acquaintances and revelations about past relationships, we discussed shared interests: ice fishing, oral sex, thin-crust pizza, cults, the Rufus Wainwright song “Rebel Prince.”

*Where is my master, the Rebel Prince? / They’re breaking everything trying to get to me / In this two-bit hotel / Just to me before this windowsill*

If you hadn’t confided that it was that song that sparked your burgeoning and as-yet largely unexplored interest in kink, we may have never made the reservation at the venerable Roosevelt Hotel. You may have never found yourself standing on the windowsill, your curves illuminated by the afternoon sunlight careening off the Midtown skyscrapers. Read more »

[MF] That time I slept with my first girlfriend a decade later

Hey, lurkers! I’m back with another story of my sexual encounters, but this one’s a little more recent. For the sake of anonymity, I changed her name in the two or three times I mentioned it. Also, I was 22 and she was 23 when this happened! Please enjoy!

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Young romance couldn’t even be called “young romance” at the time that Pam and I had first dated. I’m not even sure I knew what romance actually was back then. Puberty hadn’t struck yet and I’d definitely never thought about anything beyond holding hands. And yet we dated for the entirety of sixth grade before she started dating someone else in seventh grade and then broke up with me. After that, I don’t think we ever spoke again.

That is… until a few years ago. I had moved to a city and gotten an apartment that same year after a messy breakup with someone else, and after I spent the first half of the lease recovering emotionally and mentally I decided I was finally ready to get back out there! I was 22, healthy, and had a place of my own. I felt like I was finally able to become my own main character again! Read more »

Field of Dreams

I had been hiking for a good hour on my own. Wandering, daydreaming, fantasizing. It was such a gorgeous day, the sunlight was shining down and kissing my body through all the trees of the forest. So quiet and peaceful, I couldn’t stop myself; I glanced around one last time before stripping fully naked. I packed my clothes and shoes in my bag then closed my eyes and opened my arms to the forest; it felt so freeing, so natural, the dirt between my toes, the warm wind against my now perky nipples, the sunlight on my bare body. I loved the feeling. I kept walking, enjoying the splendours of the forest, even more so now that I was naked. I loved feeling my boobs and bum bounce and jiggle freely with every step.

I came across a clearing in the forest, a small little field of grass and dirt and flowers and figured this would be the perfect place. I hadn’t seen anyone since I left on my hike, so I felt confident I’d be alone. I grabbed both my boobs firmly, feeling their smoothness and fullness, before pinching both my nipples. They were small compared to my boobs but oh so sensitive, I loved flicking and pinching them when they became hard. Read more »

27M exhibitionist roommate

Several years ago in ’18 I surprised my female room mate and her milf mom by becoming a “part time nudist” meaning that anytime I was home I would be naked, but still go to work dressed.

So I love attention, especially when nude. My roommate, her gay best friend, her milf mom, and I drove to Chicago. This was about a month after I surprised them naked so everyone was used me my lifestyle at this point, but still joked me about bringing a suitcase “like you’ll need that”

Anyway, we loaded up the car and drove thru the night. I of course opted to be naked even when I drove. We spent the night at a camp ground somewhere in Indiana and continued into the city the next day and booked a hotel.

I carried my bag up to the room we would be sharing and was excited to see that it had a very large window in the suites main room. Needless to say I it was open and I was nude all weekend in view of the builds across the street. I tried my best to get everyone else to be like me but only succeeded in the milf topless flashing the window once. Read more »

23 [F4M] Treat me like a fucking Whore

Hello everyone! I hope you’re all having a good day. This is my attempt in seeking like minded, filthy, prevented and extremely kinky person who has the least limits.
While a lot of kinks/ideas can be a great source of entertainment in fantasy and role-plays, in real life it may hurt people and cause unhappiness. Kindly read my prompt as a mere fantasy and share your nasty ideas in my chat.
Warning: This may include lewd depraved kinks like taboo, body fluids ( sweat, scat,piss, spit), body odour, scent plag etc. So if it is not your thing kindly ignore.( An elaborate list of my kinks are kinks are mentioned at the end of this post)
The following are my ideas but at the end of it all you are gonna turn me into a whore:

1. I am a young college girl who’s into her freshmen year and coming from a conservative family but going to different city means opening of new life and opening my legs too. There is a rave party thrown and I am just down to anything and go with the flow. I can be used by someone like a slut and just be left there when he sees a better slut to use. I can be taken for a whole night by someone and make me their whore and play as sugar daddy. I am open to your ideas. Read more »

[F] I (F45) had a secret affair for 8 months. It revitalized my sex life with my husband [PART V: Holding Pattern]

This continues my ongoing saga (begin at Part I here: https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u33z2w/f_i_f45_had_a_secret_affair_for_8_months_it/). I’m doing this to explore and remember my own thoughts, feelings, responses and decisions. If you enjoy reading it, I’m thrilled.

The first thing I did after that first thrilling encounter at Keith’s place was go back on the pill. It meant that for the next week after the end of my period I insisted that Keith either pull out or wear a condom. So for that week we used the withdrawal method. This way has its own small benefits, but when we finally were able to stop using it safely, after another agonizing weekend apart, the excitement was overwhelming. On that day, when Keith announced that he was going to cum inside me, my immediate reaction was to cum.

And so began a pivotal period of my life. It’s a bit harder to tell stories about it because we quickly developed a kind of routine, though that word makes it sound less thrilling than it felt to experience it. But it’s harder to remember specific incidents or moments because apart from a weekend we got to spend at Keith’s parents’ farmhouse outside the city (without them around), the times we had together stop standing out individually, without the clearly memorable novelty of the first few visits to his apartment. Read more »

Getting caught [FMM]

My last post was about getting caught masterbating. I don’t deny I have an exhibitionist streak. I’ve masturbated plenty with the blinds wide open sometimes even against the glass at the front door, and in the car in parking lots. I’ve been caught by partners but never by strangers at least none that didn’t move on eventually.

There was one time that started innocently. I was in Okinawa just jamming to music dancing and having a good hot time in my Barracks room when I got a knock on the door.

I was like, oh great was my music too loud or something?

Two Marines stood there lookin about out of breath as I was with big grins on their faces.

They asked if I was the girl dancing in the window.

Apparently I left my curtains wide open as I normally do and it was late at night, they could see everything at least the top half of me arms up having my own best time from the smoke deck.

I confessed that was me. I asked them to come in and have some water. They both smelled of cigarettes and I kinda wanted one but didn’t have any at the time. Read more »