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Dreamt of you again last night. One of those dreams that feel so real it’s disorienting to wake up and discover none of it happened.
In it, we had spent the day together.. I’m not really sure what we had been doing, but we were exhausted and happy, dropping our clothes on the floor as we made direct paths to the bed. I snuggled into you, ecstatic to be curled up against you, too tired to do much else.
**Part 3** ([continued](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dp3gyh/mf_dating_lakshmi_part_2/))
I awake the next morning as Lakshmi clumsily extracts herself from my embrace. Lakshmi slides out of bed, her night dress scrunched up, sitting above her navel up and heads to the bathroom, I get a glimpse of her naked bottom walking away as I slowly start to gather my senses. I find the pillows and prop myself up against the bedhead, I grab my iPad from the bedside table and skim the morning news as I wait for Lakshmi to return. There’s nothing interesting and my mind wanders back to the night before. I think I’m staring at the wall when Lakshmi wanders back in, her nightdress returned to an appropriate length and her hair a perfect mess. She climbs back into bed next to me snuggling into my side looking up at me. I place a kiss on her forehead asking her if she wants some breakfast. “Yes please, I’m starving” she responds as I climb out of bed and find my pyjamas again. Lakshmi giggles at me I think having forgotten I slept naked last night not taking her eyes off me as I get dressed. I head to the kitchen and whip up some toast, tea and coffee while Lakshmi cocoons herself in my bedding with her phone.
It was a Saturday morning when the phone rang and Rick picked it up and listened.
“I’ll call you back after I talk to Jan.”
“That was Mark, he wants to know if we would like to go to party at a white couple’s house.”
“Sure I said what’s it all about?”
“Five couples, Mark and GF, Leon and GF, you know both of them, Jose and his wife and Frank and his wife, they are the ones giving the party at their house.”
“If Mark and Leon are going to be there I said, I have an idea that it’s going to be a fuck party. They both have fucked me a few times before but it was always in a van or car but no women, sure I want to go but find out more about it”
Ricky called back and after a few minutes told me that we should bring a bottle and that everything goes. I told him, I am game, it’ll be different.
I got dressed the sexiest way that I could. No bra, thong, black see through blouse that showed my tits to their best advantage, very short skirt that barely covered my ass, black laced thigh high stockings and black spiked heel shoes.
**Part 2** ([continued from part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/doo38g/dating_lakshmi/))
As Lakshmi grinds against me I begin to let my hands wander slowly further. I have one arm underneath her with her head resting on my bicep and my other has tracing down the small of her back. As Lakshmi grinds against me her night dress lift up again and as my hand reaches her bottom I feel her bare skin. Lakshmi pulls me in tighter and I hear her breath deeply as we continue to kiss, I squeeze her bare cheeks for a moment and hear her exhale sharply before I move my hands up her back underneath her nightdress giving her the opportunity to pull away if she wants to. Lakshmi responds by slipping her hands down my back and underneath my pyjamas reciprocating the squeeze I gave her moments ago.
I take this as a sign and move my hand back down tracing her spine, moving my hands over her exposed bottom and down to the back of her thigh. Lakshmi lets out a shallow moan as my hands pass her bottom and I grip her thigh tightly. Slowly I move her legs apart just enough to slip my upper thigh between her legs. I push my thigh against her, Lakshmi relaxing her legs as my leg meets her naked crotch. She readjusts her position and pushes down against my leg, beginning to slowly grind her vulva against the tight muscles of my upper thigh.
This is the third instalment of The Will and Amy Chronicles. If you haven’t read the first two the links are below:
[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dl0po5/mf_the_will_and_amy_chronicles_chapter_1_internet/)
[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dn3rsf/mf_the_will_and_amy_chronicles_chapter_2_the/)
**Begging To Hear Him**
Over the next few weeks Amy and I were constantly messaging, exchanging easily hundreds of messages every day. We’d also started talking more and would speak on the phone nearly every day. We were getting to know each other more personally and not just our sexual preferences. It was that wonderful stage where a notification goes off on your phone, without checking you know it’s from that one person and you just immediately smile like an idiot. Most nights we’d be up until 2am talking and usually one or both of us would wind up coming.
*Continuation of The Relationship. Accidentally deleted this story, reposting. First post available in comments.*
*While not critical to understanding the story, Part One provides helpful context as it contains the back story of the two of them and sets the tone for the fly on the wall experience you will enjoy below.*
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“Say it again”, his whisper pierced the stillness of the hotel room.
“Say what?” Stella giggled, the coy edge of her seductive smile giving away how delighted she was to finally have something he wanted to hear.
But Levi was in no mood. He grabbed her wrists, tenderly, but intently. Looking just underneath her eyes in that sore, pleading way he doesn’t know that he doesn’t know how to fake. It caught Stella off guard. Could she be the first to have told him this?
Let’s go back to where it started. The parking lot of the Billings, Montana airport Hilton.
Levi’s damp curls stretched to the middle of his shoulders. His hair was sopping wet, even though he’d tried to avoid getting water on it in the shower. He just wanted to look his best so Stella would have a good parting image of him when he dropped her off.
I had been in a bit of a dry spell for a month or so and couldn’t seem to break through the slump. All of my go-to apps and sites just weren’t happening. Scrolling through one site I saw a new profile; nothing that stood out, just a close up picture of her eye and a mention of her age – late 40s. Her bio stated she was bored and married – her libido was through the roof and her husband didn’t have the kink or drive to satisfy her. I figured I’d shoot my shot and hope for the best. I took a few minutes to write out a thoughtful response and sent it off. A helpful hint to any men reading: putting even half a bit of effort into replying to posts or messages on dating sites results in an exponential increase in positive responses. You don’t have to be Mr. Sauve, but introducing yourself, responding directly to specific things in their bios, and writing out 3-4 sentences goes a long way towards starting things off on the right foot.
So this is the second instalment of The Will and Amy Chronicles. If you have yet to read the first then the link is below.
[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dl0po5/mf_the_will_and_amy_chronicles_chapter_1_internet/)
**The Birthday Present**
So after our first liaison, Amy and I were now messaging each other frequently. There was only a week or so between that initial encounter and my birthday but we spoke every day. She had made it very clear that she wanted me to have a phenomenal day, and was going to do everything she could to make that happen.
During our conversations we filled out and exchanged kinklists, and it seemed that we meshed very well in our likes and dislikes in the bedroom. She has more submissive tendencies while I am more dominant (however we do both like to switch it up occasionally.) Upon learning this she said that she had cleared her schedule, so we would have the whole day together. She then messaged and said that she would do anything I requested. My mind raced, my heart jumped and my cock was immediately hard at the thought of this. Having this stunning woman willing to obey my every request was the sweetest music to my ears. We also discussed edging and agreed that whilst we could touch ourselves in the lead up and get close, that neither of us were allowed to cum until my birthday. The day couldn’t get here fast enough.
Sundays are a regular fixture; a day spent entirely in his service – and bringing friends and other Doms and/or subs isn’t an unusual occurrence either. This particular Sunday marks the four week point of your denial, and the moment you wake up you can feel it. Waking up dripping wet has become the norm recently, and part of you is surprised you haven’t woken up already playing with yourself – goodness knows the temptation is intense.
“Good morning, Sir” you roll over and make your message to him your first action after waking, followed by refreshing the message on your breast with the pen you now keep beside your bed.
“10” bleeps your phone with a new message before you’re done. You close your eyes and sigh weakly. In your current state ten edges will be absolute torture, and you’ll have to be extremely careful. He hasn’t specified anything else, so fingers it is; you lay back against your pillows and slide one hand between your legs. Fuck it feels good and you really need this; ten is more than he has asked for these four weeks, maybe today is the day?
“Breaking In Sarah’s Virgin Asshole”
“I was at a point in my life that I wanted to change my lifestyle. It was starting to get “predictable”, and boring. Boring to me anyway. Everyday, I would thank God for giving me another day, but, I couldn’t help feeling guilty for wanting more out of my life, when I knew there were so many others less fortunate than me. I struggled with that, and still do, today. I think that’s when things started to change a little for me. I started eating a little healthier, went to the gym, basically making myself feel better. I still went out with my friends.
But, I noticed they were all starting to disappear from the group. By this, I mean, hooking up into a serious relationship, and even getting married. I guess, starting to live. My Dad always told me, “Son, your life doesn’t truly begin until you find the woman that you want to spend the rest of your life with. Then, the first chapter begins, anything before it, is nothing more than the prologue..” Wise words, I guess.