Watching [30M]y [24F]riend masturbating in Iceland while I was (supposedly) sleeping next to her [MF] – Pt. 2

[Part 1 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6yzlmy/30masturbating_to_my_24friend_in_iceland_while/). Read at least the first couple paragraphs for a description of Kari as well as what the hell is going on.

A couple days passed and I was noticing an unsettling phenomenon. Walking behind Kari up the stairs, I would steal glances–okay, more like long, drawn out stares–at her ass, each side tightening by turn, perfectly accentuated by tight pants. But one day, as she took the first step up and I prepared to begin my tortuous enjoyment, I began thinking of how she’d pulled a muscle a little yesterday, and how it must hurt, but of course she was too stubborn to say anything. And instead of holding my hand back from cupping her ass, I found myself holding it back from settling gently around her waist, ready to hold tight if she fell.

This was a problematic development. Kari was just as uninterested as ever, and in my rational moments, so was I. Nothing lay down that path but pain.

The nights stretched out, eternities of conscience-stricken edging. One morning my balls were sore the whole day–worst case of blue balls I’ve ever had.

My girlfriend squirted for the first time in her life after roleplaying a fantasy she had been masturbating over for years but had never shared with anyone else

I’ve never written anything here but this is something I just have to share. Me and my girlfriend ended up having sex last night after a hard day at work, we were both tired but we decided to make the effort. I began with oral sex, and I ended up making her cum with a clitoral orgasm which is the only orgasm she can have… or so we thought.

[MF] Costume designer helped me get rid of a boner between scenes (re-submitted)

I’m back! This story was removed last week for reasons that are still unknown to me. I’ve contacted the mods multiple times in the past few days and have yet to hear back with anything. I’ve read the rules many times, and to my knowledge, this story abides by all of them. There is no issue with the names, the story is owned by me despite being posted elsewhere, etc, etc. I really have no idea why it was removed and I’m a bit pissed for lack of a better word, as the last post had gotten a lot of support before being taken down. Anyway, I decided to re-post one more time and give it another shot. If this gets taken down again, then so be it, I suppose:

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Long time lurker who has decided to finally bite the bullet and tell the one and only story in my arsenal.

Found her in hell [MF] [fantasy][nc][torture]

You don’t know what you’ve done to deserve this, but here you are, in hell. Maybe you do know, you didn’t believe in any higher power, and the excessive masturbation sure didn’t help. But how did you die? Was it a heart attack from all the stress of being a failure, or did you jump in front of a car during one of your psychotic episodes? You don’t know, and maybe it doesn’t matter. The results would have been the same anyway.

At first you got some generic torture. Lava, heat, poking, but it is said that in the end you’ll only be tortured in one way… let’s hope it’s not in a bad way. Maybe you hope it will be in a good way.

So let’s skip the story forward.

For your final punishment, you will be thrown into a pit filled with needles, and some spikes were thrown in for good measure. But what’s this there is already someone in your pit. A girl totally naked, but so are you and everyone else in hell, clothing would give too much protection against the elements of this place.

In Flagrante Toronto [MF][Cheating][Long]

Author’s note:

People that don’t cheat will never understand the impulse; the burrowing, creeping compulsion that drives otherwise content people to stray from their partner. This may partly stem from the common misconception that people cheat because they’re unhappy, or missing something in their relationships.

I don’t think that’s it. Or at least, it never was for me. The thing is: sometimes you just want to fuck someone else.

This is a story about fucking someone else. This is also my story, which means that names have been changed to protect the innocent and the not-so-innocent.

And before I begin let me also say that I love my husband. Madly. Truly.

That’s not what this is about.

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It started with a work trip, as I suppose these things often do. I had gotten a text from my boss on Wednesday asking me if I could cover a conference in Toronto the following week.

Normally I declined these events because they involved a lot of mindless standing around a booth answering the same 3 or 4 questions for hours on end. Plus the schedule at these things was usually such that I didn’t have time to get out and see the city except from the back seat of the cab to and from the airport.

Horny couple wants a younger man to join them [MMF]

*Names of people and places have been modified a bit for this story*

I’m a single guy, late 20s and I live in the NY area… I’ve always been really turned on by the idea of sex with an older couple. I’m bi and have wanted to be with a more mature man and woman at the same time. So, start a few months ago I began looking around online for a couple who wants to have a threesome. Maybe 3 weeks ago I found a posting on Craigslist “casual encounters” that said “Long Island couple seeks third for bi threesome”. I’d responded to a few of these already (with no success) but this posting seemed a bit more human and real. This couple was looking for someone to fuck both of them in the ass! Unusual request (at least in my brief experience looking) but I am open to that, so I answer the ad.

A few hours later a woman emails me back and wants to chat over text. I’m initially very skeptical (why not use CL email relay?) but after a few back and forths I give my phone number and we start texting.

[FM] My Best Friend and my Owner [fdom] [huml] [reluc]

Keira was standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes. Her dress fell and touched on points of her to just indicate the soft curves beneath. She glanced to me when I came back in.

“Is everyone gone?”

“Yep. I just forgot my book.”

Keira had a sometimes sarcastic, sometimes faux-fed up, teasing tone that she used to rib you and joke with you. It was always barely concealing a layer of glee and affection–it was to show that she liked you enough to bother teasing you rather than being polite. It was immensely likable. In a blip of that tone she said, teasing, “Excuses for extra time with me.”

Which I knew was a joke, and not her actually requesting more time with me. It was late. We were tired. I laughed, picked up the book and turned back to the door. “Got it. Thanks again Keira, that was so, so fun hanging out with everyone.”

She’d turned from the sink and was grinning, “Ian, have you ever had a girlfriend?” *Teasing*.

My first meet-up with a female Redditor, in busy London, with some [groping]

This is a story from my first reddit meet up. So I had made a post called the sleeping beauty fantasy (I will explain what the sleeping beauty fantasy involved in another post with Emily, we met 2 times) which Emily responded to and wanted to partake it. While talking we mentioned other fetishes and fantasies, we started to talk about groping. As we were going to meet in public (for security reasons, which i always do) before our sleeping beauty fantasy we suggested, that if we were comfortable then we could have a discreet public grope. We met in public in a very busy area in London. She is 5’7, big blue eyes with a cute smile, straight red hair; she was wearing black leggings, with a short skirt, a long black coat and woolly jumper. We greeted each other and she asked if I wanted to start, I said yes. The plan was for her to sit down in photome booth (basically a booth where you can take passport photo’s with a curtain, I suggested this as I have done this before with a friend and as far as I know we didn’t get caught).

[MF,MF] Strangers in the Rain

Steph closed her book and placed it on the dash. The light was starting to dim now in the late afternoon as the car moved along the highway, the light flicking as they passed trees and tall fields of sugar cane. Looking out the window there was the occassional flash of lightning off in the distance. She looked across at Zack who was looking forward at the road, casually leaning back in the driver’s seat with one hand on the 12 o’clock position on the wheel.

“Finished your book?” Zack asked.

“No, just finished the chapter. It’s getting too dark to read now. How are you going?” Steph asked.

“By car.” Zack laughed. Steph did not. Sensing the joke bombed, Zack continued. “I’m going well, sun’s been off the car now for some time now and at least it isn’t so hot coming in through the windows. We’re only about 150kms away from the hotel now so couple of hours and we’ll be there. Pretty sure it will rain before then though”.

Steph looked around the outside of the car. It has certainly been a hot day – almost 43 degrees at one point, so she figured a good thunderstorm would be a welcome change.