A Night At The Movies

“You have the night to yourself.”

I have instructed you to go and have some fun without me, and I want to hear all about it tomorrow.

You have already decided to go to an adult theatre to entertain yourself.

They’re always dark and seedy and you love that. You love the filth on the walls and on the floor and in the atmosphere.

As you walk through the city, the lights and the buzz give both the nightlife and you a vibrance, you swagger down the street, your hips and booty swinging from side to side causing heads to turn.

You arrive at your destination, and the retro decor on the entrance is hardly subdued by age, glitzy and definitely tacky. You know before you even walk in that you’re going to be one of only a handful of women in there, and almost certainly the only one on her own.

That in itself will draw a lot of attention and that won’t be hard to keep as the theatre will no doubt be showing some cheap, poorly edited porn from twenty years ago that few will really be interested in.

MILF nearly gets us caught [MF]

A few years out of college, I was living in a house with a few friends. (Same time period as this story with P if you’re interested: shorturl.at/hnzFY)

Friday night rolled around and I got a text from a woman I’d matched with on a dating app. We had been chatting for a while, but she was a single mom so she didn’t get out much. On this particular night though, she had a babysitter and had gone out for dinner and drinks with friends. She was in my neighborhood and asked if she could come over.

I had been drinking with my housemates and we were getting ready to head to the bars, but once I got the text, I told them to go on ahead. Maybe we’d meet up with the group, maybe we wouldn’t.

When K arrived, she was a bit buzzed and definitely enjoying her evening. She was a few years older than me and stood maybe 5’2″ with long, curly, blonde hair and blue eyes. Her ass was tucked into a pair of tight jeans and her perky-C cups bounced in a pushup bra under a loose black top.

[M37F35]The Long Delay [Friends][Cheating][Brides Maid]

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Unfortunately, we were told that there is a suspicious package in Terminal 4, so we’re going to be stuck on the tarmac for a while. At this time, there are no estimations, but rest assured, we will be moving as quickly as possible. This does however mean, any connecting flights will be delayed. We ask that you go to our website, click status and look for your connecting flight for the most up to-date information available. We apologize for any inconvenience that this may cause. We thank you for joining us on OneFlight and stand by for additional information.”

I let out a sigh and pull out my phone and go to the website as directed. I scroll through and find my connecting flight, OF1269 On Time, 8:37pm. I check the current time, 6:58pm. This may still work out for me, it’ll be tight, but at least my flight hasn’t been canceled. I stood up to grab my briefcase from the overhead bin.

“Sir, you need to remain seated at this time,” the attendant informs me.

The Tunisian [M]asseur and Me [F] — (Part 2)

**Part 1** is ➜ [**here**](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/y978ri/the_tunisian_masseuse_and_me_f_part_1/).

…as I rolled onto my back I could feel the wet sheet beneath me.

My breathing had steadied as he held the top sheet up, as a cover to protect my modesty.

Once I was settled, he gently draped the cool linen over my warm skin.

He set to work on my shoulders & neck again…stretching me…and moved into gently stimulating the pressure points of my jaw as I instinctively moved… and leaned into his thumbs.

As he carefully folded the sheet down to expose my breasts and torso, my nipples felt a breeze, and I couldn’t help but respond attentively.

Warm oil dripped from his closed fist onto my skin.

…and soon he was grasping one of my breasts at the base.

He firmly gripped up and moved toward the center… swirling around my (now) erect nipple in a circuitous motion.

He repeated the same motion with my second breast.

I sensed his hesitation, as he approached my nipple, which was pierced and contained a gold ring… thus, the sensations were more amplified and even greater than the last.

Vampire Omicron: Chapter 5 – Bringing Home a Kitten (part 2/2, censored) [M29/F35/F19][Mdom][rape][nc][humil][Sadism][piss][blood][death][harem] READ DISCLAIMERS

**Don’t start here! Read Part 1 first, and read the disclaimers for it!**

**Links to all my stories and more chapters to this story are in the comments.**

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Chapter 5 – Bringing Home a Kitten – Part 2

A sex scene toward the end of the movie gets my blood pumping again. I look over at my wife sitting nuzzled under my arm next to me. Her eyes meet mine, brown irises hazy from the non-stop stimulation her daughter has been administering between her legs. I don’t hesitate. I don’t ask. It doesn’t matter if they’re in the mood or not. My women are here to be used, whenever I want, at the drop of a hat. So I stand up, scoot Eva out of the way, and roll my wife onto her knees on the couch. Her face pressed into the cushions, her thick ass propped up facing me.

Her wide, motherly hips are practically begging me to dive in. I give her ass a rough SLAP, and she yelps into the couch, recoiling in pain as her juicy cheeks wobble. A red handprint shows up almost immediately. Neat, dark pubes frame her cunt. Thick inner labia hangs out slightly, dripping with juices. Her hole gaped open a bit, winking at me, beckoning me in.

I [F] went to a party this weekend and “passed out” upstairs in a stranger’s {M] bedroom

So, I wanted a change of pace this weekend and a friend of mine told me about this party going on at a frat house. I was interested and they told me the time and the place.

Saturday 10 PM, —– —– —– House. (Keeping the name of the house secret of course. ;) )

So, I had to think of what I was going to wear and so, I found the perfect outfit. I dyed my hair black with this really good gel I found at Sephora (Christopher Robin Temporary Color Gel). So since we’re so close to Halloween, I decided to go for a Sam from Danny Phantom look. So, I had the black hair, really cute makeup, a necklace that had a puppy bone on it that read “Good Girl”, a black crop top tank top, no bra, a really short black denim skirt that I left the buttons undone, so I could show off the top of my panties, which were these kind of panties that have all kinds of straps that wrap around my waist and hips and were fishnet as well, plus my fishnet stockings, and a pair a really nice black heels.

My girlfriend interrupted as her mom had my cock down her throat- Part 5- Finale [55f] [18M] [Girlfriend/Mother] [Femdom] [threesome] [Anal] [Cum] [Facial] [MILF]

Chapter 9

Lexi got on her hands and knees on the bed, just as we had started the fuckfest.  “Go easy, Shane,” she said quietly, “you’re huge.”

“Nonsense,” I heard Crystal say, “you should’ve learned from last time, baby. You should’ve been practicing that with the dildo.”  As if reminded, she pulled the dildo out of her ass.  “Go on, Shane, ruin her ass like she just ruined mine.”

I wanted to go easy on Lexi, I really did- but my cock was hard, and her mom’s voice was in my head egging me on.  Crystal spit all over my cock and her daughter’s ass, ensuring that I had enough lube not to hurt her.  I lined the head of my cock up against her tightest hole, and tried to ease it in.  Given the size of my cock, her ass resisted me- until it didn’t.

I finally slid past her resistance.  I should’ve kept easing, but it felt so fucking good that I thrusted.  Lexi screamed, but I distinctly heard pleasure in it.  “Shane, you’re huge,” she repeated, her tone grateful.

An interactive story from a woman’s perspective. My Hiking Phase [f25, m27]

Everyone goes through a hiking phase, right? Getting out into the great outdoors, reconnecting with nature, it all sounds so wonderful. I’m in my hiking phase at the moment. I’m here to tell you one story about something that happened on a recent hike. I’d love for you to have a little fun while you read this though. I want you to get any pants, leggings, underwear off you. Don’t worry, the story won’t start without you. Take your time. If you have a vibrator, go get it, have it ready. If not, just use your fingers. This story is interactive, with instructions on how to touch yourself throughout (Watch out for brackets, they’ll give you the instructions. For now, I just want you to lay back, get comfortable, get your fingers/vibrator wet, and start slowly playing with your clit). 

The amount of cum I swallowed in those first few months with my husband… [FM]

Yeah fuck it, this story is about my husband.

I’m good at giving head. I know my strengths and, in the same way I know I’m good at chess, I KNOW I give great head. In a world with so many unknowns, this I am sure of.

Most men I’ve gone down on have said I’m the best they’ve had, and yes, they mean it.

Why am I good at giving head? Practice. I inexplicably thought oral didn’t count when I was younger so I sucked my first boyfriend off A LOT. After that, it just became my favorite thing to do in bed. It’s fun to do something you’re good at.

So when I met my husband he said this REALLY weird thing. When we were still in the heavy petting phase he said he didn’t like blowjobs. That’s cool, I get it. It’s not for everyone.

However, when I finally pushed him on it, he said it felt kind of degrading. I try to be a good person, but I laughed in his face.

“Dude, you don’t have to worry about that with me.”

The hardest 48 hours of my life [FM]

So one thing folks don’t talk about with rough sex is that the physical realities create barriers. When I was regularly having rough sex my family was pretty concerned for me, and my injuries were a little hard to explain.

*”Don’t worry, Dad. I just broke my nose during rough sex,” doesn’t roll off the tongue.”*

Breaks are also pretty essential, but that’s easier said than done. When you’re screwing constantly and living with someone you’re attracted to, it’s hard to take an honest break for physical recovery.

Once we had been fucking like crazy and when he pulled out I heard him say, “Oh fuck.”

“What?” I asked. I was still in post-orgasm haze.

“You’re bleeding.”

“That’s impossible.”

I realize the natural conclusion is I had just started my period, but I did not have a cycle at the time.

*I wasn’t eating enough. Don’t be like young V. That’s very unhealthy.*

As it turns out, it was possible. He had literally fucked me until I was bleeding. He felt HORRIBLE about it too, even though it was clearly not his fault.