I Can Make Myself Come Just By Thinking About It [F]

I’ve always been extremely sensitive, and most of the time it’s kind of a drag. I can’t wear tight-fitting clothes, and a lot of things (scarves, having my hair tied back, bracelets) are just too uncomfortable for me. But being so sensitive does have its advantages. One is that I can make myself come without any external stimulation.

I can do it while sitting or lying down. I’ve never done it while standing, but I think I could in the right circumstances. I press my legs together and think about something that turns me on. Usually that’s the last time I was with my boyfriend. As soon as I start getting turned on, I start thinking about the sensations themselves, and intensifying them so that they get stronger and stronger. Once I’ve gotten started it’s not so hard to keep it going. Usually it only takes a couple of minutes.

Sometimes I do it in public, if I’m bored. I take the train to work, and if I see a particularly attractive stranger I can just cross my legs and lose myself in a fantasy. I’ve gotten very good at not reacting as I come – at keeping a straight face. It feels good to moan and move, but I also like the naughtiness of coming when I’m sitting right next to someone who has no idea what’s happening. The only downside is how wet I am afterwards!

Couples Weekend [mfmf] [group]

A few months ago, my wife and I had our good friends Kristen and Andrew over for the weekend for a sort-of “couples retreat.” We’re all in our late twenties but they have two young kids and have been long overdue for a weekend away. Originally, we were going to go somewhere and get an Air Bnb but decided to just have them over to our place and have a weekend of drinking and board games while their parents took the kids. What happened over the course of that weekend, though, definitely brought our friendship to a whole new level!

A little background: My wife and I were coming up on being married for a year. We’d been together for 6 years and while I’ve often fantasized about bringing other people into the bedroom, we talked about it but never acted. On our honeymoon, however, we decided to get an erotic couple’s massage. You can read that story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/55a3qe/erotic_massage_on_our_honeymoon_mfff/). That proved to be one of the hottest experiences ever. I quickly realized that I had a huge fantasy for seeing my wife with another person sexually… guy or girl, but I had a real fear of how I’d actually feel if I were to watch my wife with another guy. Turns out I’ve got no problem there…

Jerkins Sexual Hospital [Mf, Ff, MFf]

*I highly suggest you read the opening to the story, as it establishes a lot of important visuals, and helps the story to make a tiny bit of sense(which I think is important in a fantasy). If, however, you wish to skip straight to the action, scroll to the line with the big, bold beep.*

It was 8 o’clock on a Monday morning, and Claire Reed was getting ready for her first day at the hospital. She had done a few training modules on the hospital computers, but this was her first real day on the job. Wrapped in a towel from her morning shower, she took a moment to admire her new name tag.

“Nurse Reed,” she read aloud. In smaller text below was her full title, ‘Clarence Reed, RN.’ She had dreaded being called by her full first name here, as she always thought it sounded pretentious, but everyone here went by their last name. The two letters following her name made her nervous. *RN* Claire wasn’t a real nurse. She had never finished her nursing degree, but she knew enough. She figured she would be able to bs her way through the interview process of a place that calls itself a “sexual hospital” as long as she was really hot. She was.

A dream come true with young neighbor girl [MF] Part 1

My posts got removed because I’m dumb, resubmitting:

Let me get a few things out of the way before I start my story.

-I’m not a writer, nor pretend to be.. Sorry a head of time.

-This story begins 2 years ago, and has been kept secret until now.. I’ve always wanted to tell someone, but never had the guts… Thanks for this forum!

-Sorry for the length of this story. I could have left out a lot, but I decided to just write it all down and post it. Best way to just get it off my chest. I added some visuals because i’m a visual person. Wish I had real pics!

-This is 100% true.. I have a few more stories like this if this goes over well.. This was more of an exercise to finally tell this story to someone… It feels really good.

[F] How this bitch got her groove back!

God, it’s been a while guys! Sorry, I got sidetracked by a man and didn’t have many lonely nights/mornings/lunch breaks to drunkenly hop into the Way-Back Machine and exercise some creative masturbation :p Won’t make that mistake for a while!

Anyway, we broke up in November. It came as quite a shock to me, so I coped the only way I know how: by drinking and fucking a lot. To get the gonewildstories-kinks out, I just wanted to give a shout out to some of the wonderful men who screwed me back into my right mind.

~The First~

The first Friday back in Singledom, I barely remember. But I do remember the Business Bro. Tall, toned arms, slick hair but a forgettable face. GREAT ass. I like to think he came at me pretty hard, but I think it was the other way around. He CAME hard, though — twice that night/early morning. The Whiskey Dick was treating him well and he plowed me into sweet oblivion. 6/10.

~Stuffed Like a Turkey~

The Move Ins — [MF][Cuckold][Interracial]

Moving Day

I peered through my apartment window, looking out over the parking lot, and gave a low sigh. Another move. I took a sip of my coffee as I walked into my office to get the necessary paperwork for the new tenants. I worked as the superintendent to an apartment building, and this was one of my few administrative tasks. Ocassionally I wondered how I ended up here… being the super of this place.

Growing up I always figured I’d be a famous athlete… I was 6’5” and 250lbs of thick muscle… I was a star tight-end before my knee blew out. It wasn’t something I dwelled on too often.

Because I liked this job a lot—a free place to live, pretty quiet community… and ocassionally things got interesting. After about 8 years as the superintendent here, I had a bit of a fun reputation going, especially with some of the ladies of the building. Being 6’5” and a bit of a hulking beast has its’ perks.

I was reminded of some of those perks as I walked into the hall to catch the elevator downstairs to greet the new tenants.

My [F]irst ti[m]e submitting to a stranger…

My First Dom/Sub Encounter With a Stranger

For the privacy of this story, I am going to use the names Jenn and Will. I am Jenn, a 24 year old Female with a high sex drive; that is not an exaggeration. For the longest time, I thought there was something wrong with me in the fact that I was never satisfied or always desired more. As far as my looks go, I would describe myself as a curvy and well-proportioned woman. Some have always described me as, “A cute face, little waist, with a big behind.” Yes, that is from a rap song but it totally fits me well. I have the perfect curves that give a man something sexy to grab. Getting back to the story…(He would describe her as being petite, with a perfect bubble butt and perky tits on a slim frame, 5 foot 4 and a beautiful face)

A welcome party with a difference… [MMF]

Hey everyone,

Long time-reader of this reddit, but first-time poster! Have been meaning to type up this story for a long time and was getting a bit horny thinking about it earlier today so thought “fuck it, it’s about time!”

This story is 100% true, just the names and places have been tweaked slightly! Apologies – the story is quite long but hopefully it’s worth reading!

So first of all, there’s a little bit of background – if you can’t be arsed with this, skip forward a few paras! My name is “Jimmy” and I grew up in a small, fairly rural northern English town, going off to a pretty decent Uni not too far from home, heading back home to do a few menial jobs after graduating before moving to London. Down south, I had a great time, made good friends and was even seeing a girl for a decent length of time but after two and a bit years, we broke up and although I’d saved up a bit of money, it was nigh-on impossible to do any decent saving with the ridiculous rent prices – add in to the fact that progression in my work place was pretty much blocked by people being satisfied in their roles!