Tag: G-spot

My high school reunion turned into a night I’ll never forget [FM] [cheating]

I stood outside the building for just a moment, closing my eyes and taking a couple of deep breaths. *You can do this, it’s just your high school reunion. Don’t be a pussy, just go inside.*

I opened my eyes and opened the door, stepping into the restaurant and looking for my friends and not-so-friends. Hard to believe it’s been 10 years since most of us last saw each other. I tried not to think of all the accomplishments everybody else could brag about, when all I had to show for those 10 years was an unused bachelors degree, 2 kids and some stretch marks. Marrying straight out of college had seemed so romantic when I thought he was the love of my life. Now, at 28 and having just discovered I’m pregnant again, with a cheating husband who was disgusted by my pregnant body and breastfeeding tits, I often found myself wondering if I’d made the wrong choice. Read more »

Asked to be a Bull [MF]

I answered a post on here from a couple looking for a bull. After some back and forth, a few pics have been exchanged and I’m hoping to get something in the diary soon. The question came up about what I’d like to happen, so this is a story for the lady, how I’d see things playing out…

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I knock on the door, wearing jogging bottoms and a t-shirt, for easy access. As arranged, you answer the door wearing some explosive lingerie, matching bra, panties and stockings, with some high heels to finish off the look, your curly hair hanging down just past your shoulders with just a little makeup that we’re going to mess up anyway. You greet me with a kiss and a glass of whisky – single malt, no ice, as it should be – and lead me to the sofa to sit down, picking up your own glass of wine as you snuggle close to me.

Your boyfriend is sitting in a chair by himself, jeans and a polo shirt on, and says hi. He has his own glass of whisky, and sits there with a smile on his face. I turn my attention back to the lady of the house. You’re 5’6″, slim but with curves, with lovely breasts – not too big, good handfuls though – and a nice firm ass, especially in that underwear. Read more »

[MF] I (32) lost my virginity to my girlfriend (26) and it was great and awkward

So, a little background first. My girlfriend and I had only met 3 times before the day that I’m talking about here. We weren’t calling ourselves girlfriend/boyfriend before this. 😉 She is also my first girlfriend. For a number of reasons that I won’t discuss here I’m very late to “the game.” Also, before this point we hadn’t even held hands, yet. Basically everything I did that day was brand new for me. Additionally, we are both overweight, that’ll be important for later.

NOTE: There is a lot of build-up to the act itself because it was important to me. Read more »

Foreign Exchange – Part 9 (f/f, m/f)

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“Where the hell is he, Allison?”

It’s Michelle this time. I’m getting stuck of hearing that question so I snap back with a little more anger than I intend, “Fuck if I know. He’s not a dog that comes running whenever I whistle.” I should never have agreed to this.

It’s after 8:00 when we hear him pull into the driveway. That exhaust noise is unmistakably him. Alex swaggers in a couple minutes later and drops his bag of gear on the floor before heading straight down to the basement, ignoring us in the living room.

I march down there and find him digging around in the cooler looking for a beer. “You guys drank my beers too?” he asks when he only finds white claws and lemonades.

I don’t have an answer so I go in the offensive. “We’ve been waiting for over an hour for you to get here.”

“What’re you talking about? I told you I was going climbing.”

“The gym closed almost three hours ago. Where have you been? I called six times.” Read more »

Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F] Part 17

[Previous](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/q7tadz/amnesia_was_the_best_thing_to_happen_to_my_gf_mf/)

*** ***Bella*** ***

I’ve told these bitches to stop asking me to bring back the fuck-days. Laura understood, she seems to be level-headed enough that I didn’t need to drill it through her skull, but Alana is so fucking persistent.

Laura is actively looking for a boyfriend. She knows that she wants one, she’s gotten a taste of adult sex, but all of the guys she’s met online are either just there for a one night stand, a creep, or are trying to have an affair with their significant other. She likes to develop and emotional connection before actually doing the deed, something Alana and I share with her.

We were having lunch one day and she seems more depressed than normal.

“I can’t seem to find a good man,” she moaned as her face hid behind her hands. “Do you know any?”

“Laura, I don’t really go out and talk to a lot of single men,” I replied, “the guys at the gym are just after my body, and so are the men in the beach or the pool. The only other guy I talk to is Victor, and even then we don’t talk as much. I talk to Raissa more than I talk to him.” Read more »

[MF] Making Love

Nina opened the doors from our bathroom into our room. I was laying on the bed waiting for her. She smiled as she approached the bed.

“Do you recognize this?”

She was wearing her purple slip from our [wedding night](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bb17fb/the_wedding_night_mf/).

“Of course! It’s from our wedding night,” I smiled as I pulled her on top of me. Our kisses were soft as our lips met one another, feeling each other out and matching intensity, increasing fervency. Her fingers gliding down my neck with her lips following after peppering my cheeks and neck with her lips. My hands following the course of her body from her neck, her swelling breasts, to her sides and ass. My hand gripping and squeezing her bottom as our lips push into each other. Nina’s hands roamed over my silk boxers lingering on the outline of my cock before gripping my inner thighs. Our groins grinding into each other, demanding contact. Eager to eat her freshly waxed pussy, I flip Nina over on our bed and rip off her black thong. Her hands grip my head to pull me back into her awaiting lips, her hand searching for my blood ladened cock. Breaking our lips embrace, I whispered into her ear, “I want to focus on your pleasure.” Read more »

Foreign Exchange – Part 8 (M/f)

Allison-34

Kylie stumbled down into the basement around 8:30 the next morning. She’s naked, but there’s something funny around her waist that we can’t identify. Before sitting down she heads to the cooler and grabs a can of something

“It’s a little early for that, isn’t it Ky?” I ask. My voice and her grumble wake the others.

“I’m not gonna drink it. I just need something cool.” She plops down on the couch and puts the can between her legs. There’s a loud sigh of relief.

“That good, huh?” Michelle asks.

Kylie leans forward and grabs three empty cans. She stacks them up on the coffee table and says “That’s what he put inside me last night!”

The others look on in awe. “He’s an animal. I don’t know how many times I came, but it was a lot. He just didn’t stop fucking me. And when he was finally ready to finish, he wanted me to beg for his cum.”

I’m shocked and disgusted, and I couldn’t stop listening.

“What’d you do?” Sara asks. Read more »

[M] hooking up with the chick down the hall while my dormmate played Fifa

So I had ended up matching on tinder with a girl that stayed four Units down from our dorm but on the opposite side of the hallway (let’s call her kris). We got each others Snapchat and joked around about the fact that we stayed on the same floor and really got quite acquainted with one another. We frequently went to the gym together and went early morning runs since we both had eight am classes pretty much everyday but Friday. My dormmates schedule was the opposite of mine expect for the fact that he also had no classes on Friday so we would usually spend our Friday mornings either gaming or catching up on school work. It just so happened that kris only had one class on Friday that was in the after noon so early that morning we went on a run and she came back to my dorm too chill. Read more »

Foreign Exchange – Part 6.2 (M/f, f/f/f/f)

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“That couldn’t have gone better.” I think to myself. Of course, I knew it would happen just like I know Kylie means she’ll keep the secret. After all, she was the first person I explored my bi-curiosity with 18 months ago. We made out for a bit and even started to finger each other but there was no spark for either of us.

I scootch closer to Sara. I’ve been eyeing her pussy all night through those tights. Ingrid told me weeks ago that Michelle’s olive complexion and firm tummy have frequently been in her imagination so our pairing works for both of us. And Michelle and Sara don’t seem to object either. After all, we’re going to be here all night, so why would we stop at just one new partner.

I watched for a second as Michelle’s lips closed in on Ingrid’s, feeling just a hint of jealousy. Before that thought was fully formed however, Sara has removed her leggings and is about to sit on my lap. Since I’m so much taller than she is this arrangement works. Our arms wrap around over another and our lips meet as I feel her breasts push into mine and I don’t bother to think about anything but how good her lips taste. Read more »

Breed me

She needs you to cuddle her from behind, pressing into her so that she can feel how hard your cock is. You pull her shirt off. Kiss your way up her neck and whisper in her ear exactly how you’re going to defile her this time, as you undo her bra and pinch her hardening nipples. Press closer into her to emphasise your point.

When she tries to push back into you, you throw her onto the bed and yank her jeans off. She’s vulnerable, exposed, and she shivers as your proprietary fingers explore her back, moving lower achingly slowly.

“Daddy, please touch me.” She begs, whining slightly. Anything to get more than this.

“But I am touching you babygirl,” you say teasingly.

“You know what I mean,” She’s sulky now.

“Hmm… Do you mean like this?” You ask, reaching around and tweaking her nipples. She squeaks.

“No daddy.”

“Hmm…” You rest a hand on her ass, squeezing lightly. The other slips inside her panties and strokes her clit. She desperately wiggles back onto your hand, needing more of your touch.

“Yes daddy, thank you.” She gasps as you slip a finger inside her. Read more »