This happened a few years ago. I was 22 at the and had just gone out for my best friend Ben’s 22nd birthday. Ben and I shared an apartment near the college we both went to and his sister (20) was spending the weekend with us. She went to a college in the same state so she would come hangout with us from time to time. Let’s call her Jess. Jess was short at about 5’2 with a cute face and long dark hair. She’s probably about a B cup but her ass and legs are what makes me really attracted to her. Thick thighs and a fat ass (probably from working out so much).
While we were out Jess and i had danced a bit. She was always a little flirty with me and i reciprocated right back at her but it was always playful. This night, however, she was much more direct. She was wearing a tight fitting dress that really showed off how great her body was, and every guy at the club would turn to see her ass as she walked by. Im not much of a dancer but i was doing my best dancing with our group of friends when she turned and started dancing on me. Her ass was pressed up against me and she was showing me how well she could move. i was mesmerized. It didn’t take long for me to start to get hard and she could definitely feel it. She looked back at me with a smirk on her face and said “not bad”. We danced for a bit but that was it for now.
So we get back to our place and we all change into comfortable clothes and eat some food before bed. Im still rock hard and i know I’ll have to take care of that before i go to sleep. We all felt the need to shower since we were all sweaty messes from all the dancing. Ben went first and then went to his room. I was a gentleman and let Jess go next. She came out of the shower and decided to wrap herself in the smallest towel we had to tease me (she knew what she was doing to me). “Your turn…goodnight!” she said as she walked passed me on her way to the couch. I took a long relaxing shower. I was probably in there for an hour. At this point it’s about 4 am. I can hear Ben snoring and i assumed Jess was asleep at this point so i decided now would be a good time to jerk off. I didn’t even bother going to my room, i couldn’t wait anymore. Since Jess is the one that got me hard i decided i would pull up her instagram and jerk off to her pictures. She had a bunch of pics showing off her figure in bikinis, tight dressings, leggings, you name it. I find one of her showing off her ass and start stroking. I was probably jerking off for a few minutes when i heard Jess knock on the door and start to turn the handle “are you okay in there?”. Fuck, i guess i didn’t lock the door. I panicked and froze, phone in one hand, my dick in the other. She stuck her head inside and saw me sitting there. At first she looked shocked but she didn’t look away or leave
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A Year of Kiss-Drunk Car Fucking (Part 2) [FM]
Part 1 is here:
[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/llcfvt/a_year_of_kissdrunk_car_fucking_part_1_fm/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/llcfvt/a_year_of_kissdrunk_car_fucking_part_1_fm/)
*Note: This story takes place in 2019. Basically, the whole year. “Lani” is an alias.*
It’s almost her [F21] birthday and naturally I’m [M25] thinking about her again, so here’s the rest of the story so far with Lani. I described her in detail in the first part, but she’s a petite Filipina with the prettiest brown eyes and the most fuckable mouth. Imagine Honey Gold (google her) without the tattoos and you’re most of the way there. On the other hand, I’m a tall, white guy with Winter Soldier hair.
So, let’s keep going.
I thought about her every day. No one had ever made me orgasm like that before, let alone with just their mouth. We met up again months later at a mutual friend’s party. Lani wore tight black jeans that cupped her perfect little ass and a red floral print top with a collar that looked suspiciously like a choker. As everyone dove into their drinks, Lani and I caught up over a bottle of wine she snatched from the kitchen.
Got tied up for the first time and loved it [MF]
This experience happened in a past relationship. I’ve written about him in my last two stories – though we’re not together for a lot of good reasons, man could that guy fuck. He’s about 6’1″ and well built and I’m 5’3″, with 34B tits and an ass that loves to be spanked (there are some pics in my profile if you’re interested).
I’m horrible at being succinct so sorry in advance ?
This was earlier on in our relationship but we had established pretty early on that he was the dom and I was the sub. I loved how he could toss me around the bedroom and command me to be his little slut.
I went over to his place after work one day. He opened the door and without a word passionately started to makeout with me. He pulled away and told me he had a surprise for me in his bedroom. He also informed me that his roommate wasn’t home. I basically bounded up the stairs to his room in excitement. I could be loud and cum with abandon. I pushed his door open and saw leg and arm restraints on the four posters of his bed. I turned around to look at him, lust burning in both our eyes.
Long Weekend [F]antasy- Long
I hope you all had a good weekend! *Foreplay starts at ##### sexy stuff starts at ++++++
A three day weekend, exactly what I needed after work had picked up speed over the last couple of weeks. I had everything all planned out. A glorious self care weekend filled with my favorite things. Winding down after a line up of self indulgence, i sleepily lounged on the couch. I cuddled up side ways, with a pillow between my legs to alleviate the pain from hiking a couple of miles. As a threw on some music, and waited for my high to hit, I let my mind wander. Thinking about my plans for the upcoming week, and reflecting on the weekend. I remember my current muse hadn’t responded to any of my messages lately.
The Red Eye Flight [non-consent] [public] [m/f] [mile high club]
“Goddammit,” I said, hitting the blunt. “I do *not* want to take this flight tonight.” I exhaled and a cloud of thick smoke filled the car. The cracked windows yanked most of the smoke out into the night air, but a thick mass of scent remained. I passed the partially smoked cigar up to my Uber driver, Tony.
“Legit, man,” he consorted. His words were creaky as spoke, holding the smoke in his lungs. “Long flight?”
“Yeah, like 5 hours or so. At least it’s direct. I can’t hub in Denver anymore. That tram annoys me to no end.” Tony hit it again at my insistence. I was already crazy high. Completely flaking on the fact that I even *had* the blunt on me, I was fortunate to have had a late night driver who smoked. Otherwise it would’ve ended up in the trash outside the airport drop-off area.
“Cool, yeah. You comfy back there? Air okay?” He said, a little dazed. I appreciated his commitment to his job, even as I was encouraging him to ignore its restrictions. “For sure, man. Feelin’ great, really,” I laughed.
[MF] The college boy and the mature mom (very long)
[Repost from my previous account. I’m going to put up a few of my previous posts to give context to some recent experiences.]
Should probably start with a little explanation. As I was growing up I was tall and gawky with glasses and an overbite. Then I was an athlete throughout high school, got contacts, and dental work fixed my alignment to where I’m actually a pretty good looking guy (I’m told I look like the senior in Sixteen Candles), but still understand the perception of not being considered attractive.
This isn’t the first experience I had or necessarily the hottest (though I think it’s pretty hot), but the easiest to write–my first experience with an older woman, which really got me into enjoying older women. I really am into the build-up and noticing details and emotions and hope you are too.
I was a junior in college, fall semester, still living on campus. On Tuesdays my best friend and I had a large open swath of time just after 11am, so we’d usually do something together–go shoot ball, grab lunch, go to a bookstore, lift, etc. For some reason on this cloudy, early October blah Tuesday we decided to go off campus and treat ourselves to that fine restaurant chain known as Chilis. We’re seated at a table next to three women in their late 40’s, early 50’s. My friend and I order our drinks and start looking through the menu.
The intens connection[MF] (My first story)
I don’t know if this is something everybody have experienced, that sudden intens connection with a person you have never met before. Maybe will it be a thing you only get the experience once with your wife, best friend or more often, new colleague, at a party or as in this story, at course in surfing.
The teacher, black hair, mid-20s, tatto on her back, serious face and mindblowing body. A smile that’s hard not to notice and makes you smile back.
The trigger, sometimes a joke, only you and the other person understands, but this time, only eye contact.
We gather at the beach, she walks towards us, smiling, and before she can reach us we get that deep eyecontact. I think i already then I knew, I need to get to know her. We are 5 people, but I can’t even remember who they are, my mind was on one thing only, that beautiful body in a wetsuit trying to tell us how to behave in the water.
I can see she feels it too, the smile when our eyes meet can’t be mistanken. I can see she tries not to only look at me, but it’s hard, the connection pushes us towards eachother. It’s gonna be a long 2-hour course.
The party started with tequila and ended up with a husband and wife watching us fuck in their living room [MF]
I had been dating Samantha for seven or eight months and things were going pretty well. We only saw each other once or twice a week — which was perfect — because my work was very time consuming and I really enjoyed pursuing my various hobbies when I had the time. Likewise she had four kids, a demanding job, and she was a CrossFit coach in what little spare time she had. She and her ex (well, the ex she had all the kids with) split custody of the kids so she had three or four days free each week and I would usually get two of them. Pretty good deal if you ask me. It also meant that when we would see each other it would be damn near nonstop sex the whole time since we both had some release we needed to catch up on.
One weekend a group of our friends wanted to go out to lunch at a bar for drinks before having a house party back at one of the couple’s apartments. Nine people showed up for lunch and we drank way too much tequila and had a fantastic time. The couple that were hosting us after wanted to pick up some ‘party favors’ and made a special stop off in the city to get enough for everyone who was interested. Then we all headed back to their place and I whipped up some caipirinha for everyone.
[Part 2] My First Threesome [MFF] [Long Story]
The two days leading up to the wedding were two of the most relaxing days of my life. Whenever Teresa was off doing wedding party activities with Nikki and the girls (which was often), I jetted down to the beach down the road from our condo to lay out and people watch. It felt great to do nothing but lay on a beach and drink mai tais.
The only downside to Teresa being so busy was we didn’t have much time for any more fun sexual encounters like we had on the plane. We had time at night, sure, but sex in the privacy of our condo is not quite as scintillating.
That’s not the reason we were here though. The day of the wedding had arrived, and Teresa was up and gone at the crack of dawn. I guess they had a whole grand morning planned out for Nikki before her big day. Massages, pedicures, the whole works. Why they didn’t do it the day before the wedding is beyond me.
The Hamburg Hostel Room [MF]
I wrote a story a few weeks ago about Liv and I, and mentioned that we met while studying in Europe and have been best friends and sexual partners ever since. Some of you asked for some stories from when we lived in Europe, so here’s one of our first sexual encounters. Spoiler alert, we don’t actually have sex in this story – but there’s lots of public riskiness, oral, touching, and the type of teasing that a new budding relationship brings about. At the time of all this happening, we were both 19.
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After a long Thursday morning full of classes, a six hour train ride, and a hearty German dinner, three out of our group of seven decided to call it a night and rest up for our weekend exploring Hamburg. Being college students on a budget, we had all opted two weeks ago to stay in the cheapest hostel room possible: 12 bunk beds in three rows separated by large metal storage lockers, 24 people, all sleeping in the large basement illuminated only by a few dim, perpetually lit red lights in the ceiling.