[MF] The perks of being an office wallflower.

I was 19, working as the lowest rung on the ladder of a little computer shop. The owners went out on a business meeting, the senior techs were out on deliveries and I was left to restock and inventory the parts. It was summertime, but the day was gray and rainy.

There was one other person left in the office, the receptionist. I’d gone to high school with her, but in the 5 years since I met her, she’d gone from a short, kinda dumpy kid playing softball into a busty hotty. She spoke constantly about her boyfriend, so I resigned myself to move on.

She was wearing a short sleeveless sundress, nude hose, and 3″ heels. I made a mental movie, and went on with my job.

At lunch, she closed the front office, and came back to deliver mail and the packages that had arrived. She needed to place several printer parts up on a high shelf above the other parts bench. I asked her if she wanted me to do it, as I’m 6’2″, and could reach it without a second thought. However she declined, and walked over, stretching and bending over the desk, so that her dress lifted to expose her gorgeous ass, sans panties beneath her hose.

Royally Entertained [FM]

Part 5,

Kate opened her eyes. There was a small lamp on in the corner of the room and she was able to see Nigel sitting on the bed next to her. Kate nearly shouted, “What are you …” Nigel, put his finger to his mouth shushing her, “Your children are cross the hall sleeping.” She tried again in a much softer tone, “What are you doing here?” “Well, I had three new guards to train, it was time to bring some new blood in. I just finished making my rounds and before I went to see Polly, and before you joined us, I thought we should get to know each other first and set some ground rules.” Kate was still not fully awake and was struggling to take it all in. Nigel was sitting by her on the bed and in a dark suit, white shirt, and black tie. He was still running her fingers over her body, and Kate had done nothing to stop him or cover her body despite the shock that he was here. And now he was talking about rules.

CHEATING ON MY CLUELESS GIRL[F]RIEND WITH HER SLUTTY BLONDE BESTIE [MF]

This post is a bit long, but I hope you enjoy reading it, as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, it is one hundred percent authentic, and the names have been changed to protect the innocent.

I met Hannah my junior year of college. She and her best friend Amber, who were also roommates, came to our fraternity’s annual Pimps and Hoes party. Hannah and I had been dating for a few months. She had no idea what a slut her best friend was. Amber and I had been hooking up since the first night we met. I wasn’t a very good boyfriend. Plus Amber was a bonde, which are my true kryptonite.

My last class of the day let out at around 3:30. In a truly epiphanic moment, I decided right then and there that the carnal shellacking I was about to give Hannah, would be my last. Not because I wasn’t into her, but because monogamy had never been, nor will probably ever be, my strong suit.

The nude Hannah sent me was epic. There’s no telling how many poses it took to get it just right. She was sitting up in bed, fingering herself. Her flirty D size tits were perkily eager, and she had a seductive come fuck me grin on her face.

Converting The Feminist Ch4 [mf][bondage][gagged][consensual slavery]

After Blake threw me back in my room, I could tell how furious he was. I knew why too. Tyler spilled some information Blake hadn’t wanted me to know and was also trying to blackmail my husband into sharing me. If Blake was serious about me being his, I would be okay. Based on that and Blake’s history of being honest with me, I had a heavy feeling in my gut he’d turn me over.

While Blake and Tyler were arguing, I took the opportunity to pick at my tape bindings. I wished my nails were a bit longer as this would have been so much easier. It also didn’t help that Blake lift the nipple clamps on me. Every time I struggled too much or got frustrated, I would end up having my nipples tugged on.

Numerous attempts were made, but none succeeded, leading to my ultimate surrender. I laid in the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to refrain from throwing another fit or crying. I’d done more crying in the past few days than my entire life. Curiously, I wondered if I cried enough would my tear ducts dry up? Not crying ever again over the person who hurt me most would be a happy change.

MIND BLOWING HEAD FROM MY GIRLFRIEND’S BEST FRIEND [MF] PART 3

For any readers who need a recap of previous events, here’s a link to my last post:
.https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iz515a/mind_blowing_head_from_my_girlfriends_best_friend/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

My last class of the day let out at around 3:30. In a truly epiphanic moment, I decided right then and there that the carnal shellacking I was about to give Hannah, would be my last. Not because I wasn’t into her, but because monogamy had never been, nor will probably ever be, my strong suit.

The nude she sent me was epic. There’s no telling how many poses it took to get it just right. She was sitting up in bed, fingering herself. Her flirty D size tits were perky, eager, and she had a seductive come fuck me grin on her face.

After getting to my car, I sent Hannah a text to let her know I was on my way. Almost immediately she responded, and told me the front door was open, and to let myself in. I pulled up in front of the apartment about five minutes later, and noticed both Ambers’ and Hannahs’ cars in the parking lot. Amber was most likely in her bedroom, which meant she’d be listening to Hannah and me fuck each other’s brains out. I couldn’t help but smile, and think about how hot that was.

Spending Christmas with a Hellhound Girlfriend [MF] [Monster Girl] [Romance]

*Just a heads up guys, this story has a good deal of plot before the actual sexytimes begin. Do with that info what you will. Enjoy!*

Christmas with a Hellhound

The two girls spoke to each other in excited whispers, exhibiting all the usual body language of teenagers sharing secrets. It was a cold morning in late December and winter was in full effect. Inches of snow covered every surface, the weak sun glinting off the glittering alabaster surface, with ever more snow drifting gently down all the time, carried along in the chill winter wind that nipped at people’s noses and tousled their hair. They paid no attention to the weather, too absorbed in their gossip to bother with trivial things like being cold.

They weren’t the only ones out and about: the market square was alive and bustling in spite of the weather, or perhaps because of it. The butchers sold their cuts of meat, of which turkey and ham were the most popular, the lumberjack was making a killing selling trees that stayed green all through winter and countless goods were purchased and put in boxes wrapped in shiny red ribbons. Everyone had anticipated the harsh weather and dressed accordingly: heavy coats, fur lined hats and knee high boots as far as the eye could see. That is, everyone except for one.

Home for the Summer (CH. 3) [MF] [oral] [tittyfuck] [creampie]

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/iqyt61/home_for_the_summer_ch_1_mf_oral_public/)

[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ivfoxn/home_for_the_summer_mf_oral_rimming_virgin/)

You wake up the next morning to two text messages. The first is from Abby: “Thanks so much for last night ;) we seriously might need to do that again!” The other is from Katie, another girl you went to high school with, who is good friends with Abby. It reads “Hey Hank, been awhile. What are you up to tonight? Wanna catch up?” *What the fuck? We haven’t talked in ages; plus, we were never that close. I wonder what she wants?* You text her back, “Sure, what did you have in mind?” A few minutes go by, and then your phone buzzes: “Meet me at my house and we’ll go to happy hour?” “Sounds like a plan, see you around 3:30” you reply, while starting to contemplate what you’re gonna until then. Another buzz, and then: “Can’t wait :)” You get out of bed, and wander out into the rest of the house to see what going on today.

Moving day part two (MF)

I slowly open my eyes and rollover, to my surprise there you are. Your beautiful golden hair messily strewn around your face, your gorgeous smile barely visible to me. I slowly run the palm of my hand from your shoulders, down your back, over your sexy ass, and then down each of your . As I bring my hand back up, I run it along the inside of each of your thighs, feeling the heat still coming from between your legs, instantly reminding me how much desire I have for you.

I climb further under the blankets with you, straddling your warm, naked body and I lean my head down until my lips touch the base of your neck and I give you a kiss. It’s slow, with the smallest hint of my tongue touching your skin and I see you shudder just slightly. I pull away and then slowly make my way down your spine, taking my time to kiss my way down and slowly caress each side of your body with my hands, gently massaging and savoring the incredible feeling of being this close to you.

[MF][MF] Fingering my lesbian friend in the club & fucking her cousin back home

For a couple years in my 20s I was part of a friend group that loved to go clubbing. I liked getting drunk and sleeping with randoms I’d meet at the club, so I went along. Several of the girls in the group were gay including Lilith, who came out with me that night. I had always liked Lilith, she was just this beautiful, curvy ball of sunshine. She had just gotten out of a pretty toxic relationship with her ex-girlfriend and I think she just wanted to have some fun. Despite my horndog nature, my first priority is generally making sure my friends are having a good time while also making sure they’re not falling on their asses drunk.

So I spent the first half of the night buying fireball shots for Lilith and myself (her favorite, not mine) and trying my best to get the perfect level of drunk for the dance floor. Over the course of my life some very generous people have told me that I’m a good dancer, I’m not really sold. But I will say that I’m what you might call ‘pretty fly for a white guy’. I look like fucking Shaggy from Scooby Doo, so people are always shocked to see I have decent rhythm and smooth footwork. The problem is that if I don’t get drunk enough I will never have the guts to get on the floor, so when I go clubbing I have to front-load my drinking. I started with 2 shots and a ‘strong island iced tea’, by the time I finished the cocktail I was convinced I had Liberace’s drip. Perfect.

Royally Entertained, Part 4 [FF, long]

I think I enjoy writing this more than you do like reading it, but that’s ok. I want to see where this story goes and what happens to out purely fictional girl Kate ….

 

Kate was roused from her nap by soft fingers running slowly up and down her naked body.  It was a testament to how much she has changed over the last 24 hours that she did not even open her eye to see who was touching even thoughts he assumed it was Polly.  Instead, she stretched her tight muscles as the hands continued to run over her body. As the fingers ran down her legs she spread her thighs invitingly, another small action that would never have happened, ever. If her family could only see her now. Kate considered if she would wear a butt plug for her lover and though the answer may be yes.

 

The fingers bypassed Kate’s lips, ran over her smooth pubic mound, circled her bellybutton, continued up Kate’s sternum, around her areola, giving her goosebumps, up her neck and stopped at Kate’s cheek. Kate opened her eyes to see Polly kneeling beside her.  Polly turned Kate’s face and kissed her, just brushing Kate’s lips at first, delicately just long enough to pique her interest.  Then she leaned back looked a Kate’s face, eyes closed longing for Polly’s mouth.  Polly kissed her again and this time let their tounges explore, lingering for long moments, breathing the same breath, leaving Kate wanting more than Polly could give her at that moment.