Our first FFM

Skye had graduated from university, she was finally qualified. Finally she was finished and could take a break from studying.
I had been introduced to her family as her boyfriend 6 months prior. She had gotten sick of them telling her to settle down. Our arrangement suits both of us. She is my fuck toy and my mistress. I satisfy her needs. We push each other to try new things.
We do love each other, so in a way I am her boyfriend. She introduces me as such.

Before her graduation, we agreed that she should be rewarded. I already knew a few of her fantasies, having known her for four years. She had always been interested in being with another girl, but had never had the courage and the opportunity at the same time. I recruited a friend of mine, who knew of Skye and our arrangement, but had never met her.
We hatched a plan.

Skye had an elaborate fantasy. How I discovered this is a story all of its own. tl;dr version – I tied her down and teased her with a vibrator, asking her what she imagines when she masturbates.

[mff] I had her panties in my hand before we even left the bar

A while ago, a partner and I used to have a bevy of posts on r/gonewildstories about our exploits and r/baltimoreanddcr4r looking for more of them. Sonya messaged me and my partner on reddit after seeing a few of those success stories. Some of the messages we would get were a little underwhelming and essentially amount to “hey let’s fuck” but hers really stood out to us. She talked about her marriage and how (with her husband’s blessing) she’s been able to explore her sexuality outside of it, she listed her kinks, and not only described the fantasy she had in mind with us, but described her (amazing) looks: “Latina, petite, 5’2″, 117 lbs, slim and fit but curvy, brown curly hair, big brown eyes”

Diana and I were on board immediately. We moved over to kik after a few reddit messages, traded pictures, and really started flirting and describing some of the things we’d like to do to one another. She told us that she was very submissive and that what she enjoyed most was being manhandled in bed and not having to think too much. She said she wanted to be spanked, choked, and have her hair pulled, and said that she had never had a strapon used on her, which was a fantasy that we were more than happy to fulfill.

CONVERTIBLES – PART 2 [MDom][Fsub][no sex – yet][fantasy]

I can’t hide the smile spreading across my face hearing those two words. And not just the words themselves, but the warmth and praise behind them. They make both my heart and cheeks pink up. My soul is beaming with glee as you take my hand and have us walking toward the display of carrots. Some are staked in bags, some gathered in bunches and then some laid out in a big jumble of individual carrots. It’s the last part of the display we’re on our way to. My pink cheeks becoming redder again with each step closer. The more I see the carrots coming into view the more the rush surges to my head and makes tingles go all through my core. The embarrassment of my excitement making my lust stronger.

Finding out my roommate was bi [FF]

We were both 19 at the time and we were both sophomores in college. She was a PT student and I was in nursing school. We went to the same High School and decided to room together. She was a petite 4’11” Filipino girl and I am 5’3″ and white. The summer before college I met up with a girl on Tumblr and decided to explore my bi-curiosity and I let her eat me out. I identified as bi from there on out.

I started dating this guy Freshman Year of college and my roommate was in a three year relationship with her boyfriend. Then one day in like September of our Sophomore years she came into the room crying. She was in tears because she said she had a crush on this girl in her bio lab and she always thought she was straight. She said her parents (strict Catholics) would throw her out if they knew she had a crush on a girl as they hated gay people. She said she’s never been this confused before. That’s when I came out to her and told her it’s completely okay to question your sexuality and even to be bi like me. I wiped her tears away and we hugged. She said thank you and left the room before giving me a peck on the cheek.

[MF] I’ve been sleeping with my wife’s sister. (Continued)

Original post: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ag7weg/mf_ive_been_sleeping_with_my_wifes_sister_for_a/

I want to thank everyone for the support on my previous post. I want to cover a few things before I continue with what happened. There will be no pics for now. The wife would never go for it and I haven’t even brought it up with the sister yet. Although, she has sent me videos but those will be off limits. I’ve gotten several messages about my wife getting involved. That will most likely never happen. Reality is far more awkward than fantasy. I can’t even imagine how that would go. I just see a bunch of awkwardness that would kill any kind of excitement around it. This mainly started because of one ingredient: alcohol. Im more than happy with what’s going on now and don’t want to ruin it by getting greedy. Sorry if that’s disappointing!

The next morning I woke up with a huge hangover which for the most part kept my mind off the dread of facing my wife. It hit me tho soon after I finished taking a shower. I didn’t want to go to the kitchen as I had no clue on what I was going to say. How was I going to justify it?

CONVERTIBLES – PART 1 [MDom][Fsub][no sex – yet]

We step into the store, a puff of warm air hitting us briefly in the face as we walk through the sliding doors and are met by the bright light and the toasty atmosphere, a contrast to the winter cold we’ve just stepped out off.

I unzip my coat as your slow pace start to guide us into the store. I’m warm enough as it is, my cheeks have gotten redder with every new step towards the store and now I feel like I’m burning up. You turn your head back towards me while you walk past the front store decorations not picking up a basket like usual, well we’re only here for one thing after all. “Maybe we’ll get two,” your nonchalant and teasing words from earlier play in my ears. Images form in my mind making me blush even more and sending tingles through my core. I see that playful smirk spreading across your face undoubtedly knowing the thoughts running through my head.

[MF] A trip to the woods

This is my first story… I hope you enjoy!

He’s been installing a light bar on his truck all day. Watching him work like that made my pussy dripping wet. He’s finally finished and insisting we go for a drive to test them out. This is my chance to take charge. After some persuasion I convinced him to drive out to one of our favourite rec sites; which is a 45 minute drive from town.

It’s dark and a bit foggy out, around 8pm. For being mid December there really isn’t much snow.. I’ve been so horny all day, all I can think about is his big hard cock being inside me. Anywhere, as long as he filled me up it didn’t matter. I was bound & determined to get my fair share of cock tonight. Before leaving I made sure to change into something “comfy”. Which included no panties or bra and easy to remove clothes.

My year as an escort, and the time my best friend was a customer [FM] Part 3

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/adhjyt/my_year_as_an_escort_and_the_time_my_best_friend/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/adssx3/my_year_as_an_escort_and_the_time_my_best_friend/)

The sweat trickled down my temple, gathering at the nape of my neck and slowly trickling into my braless crop top. There it seeped onto my breasts, covering them in condensation and creating small wet spots where my nipples flirted with my shirt. “So what we get drunk. So what we smoke weed. We’re just having fun.” Bruno Mars’ heavenly voice cooed from the speakers over a soft beat as I pressed my body against Ben’s, my crotch pressing against him and my boobs rubbing against his hard chest.

“So what we go out. That’s how it’s supposed to be. Living young and wild and free.” Green neon lights flickered in sync with the beat, illuminating countless hot and sweaty bodies dancing around us. I couldn’t see them, as my vision was filled with the boy in front of me, his eyes blue as the sky on a cloudless day. His hands were shakily exploring the small of my back, soft palms feeling up my bare skin. On occasion, his fingers would venture towards the inside of my shirt, and I would hold my breath, hoping that he would continue upwards. But then he would lose his confidence, and his hands retraced to the safety of my back.

MF My Fantasy Last Fuck with my Ex (Part One)

I opened your door with the spare key you gave me earlier in the year.
It was quarter to eleven in the evening, and the dorm hallways were quiet. My body was buzzing and my cock was twitching as I neared your door.
I didn’t need to knock. An hour prior, you had stopped by my room to talk. We had broken up earlier that morning, and we were adjusting to not having regular check-in’s with one another.

I love you, and goodbye. [MF]

My chest hurts. This doesn’t feel right. You better go be the best fucking husband and father that anyone has ever had. We are sacrificing something rare and special for the hope that you and your family are stronger and happier with me gone. You better make every baseball game and stay up late for every science fair project and never, ever forget to buy her roses on her birthday. I will never forgive you for throwing this away if you fuck that up anyway.

The world is dark and in slow motion today. Time drags. I don’t have the energy to cry. I sat in the tub for about two more hours after we got off the phone yesterday. After I finally said I love you for the first time, and goodbye. Then I ran my fingers through my hair and over my skin everywhere pretending they were yours. I keep wondering what little pieces of me you might remember, and wonder with pain how much you can’t remember anymore. Which memories have you needed so many times that they’re more fantasy than memory now? And which fleeting moments burned so brightly that you will never be able to forget, even if you try? What did you want me to do to you that you were too shy to ask for? What parts of me can you still feel and taste when you close your eyes? How many hundreds, thousands of times will you touch yourself and pray that touch was mine? How many days will we be doing that at the same time by chance, together, 3000 miles away?