My living arrangement [Mf] [MDom] [FSub] [older man]

Work was exhausting that day. I ended up having to stay late because it was so busy at the end of the shift. When quitting time came, I just wanted to be home with a beer in my hand and my feet up.
I said hello to Rae when I entered the door. She looked up from her book, smiled, and took a drag from her electric cigarette.

“Hi baby,” she said. I could detect a slight slur with her words. I then noticed the wine glass sitting next to the foot of the couch.

Rae was young. She was nineteen, in school, and did nothing but read and smoke pot all day. But she was incredibly sexy, and I liked to keep her at the house while I went off to work. I didn’t care if she was lazy. She could satisfy my needs, and I could satisfy hers.

She was short, around 5’3, and she barely weighed around 130. She was of black and Mexican descent, and it was the perfect mix of those two ethnicities. She had an amazing rack. And her ass… It always was peeking out under the bottom of her shorts as she trotted around, It drove me crazy, and I was constantly walking around the house with a hard on.

An erotic massage and intro to anal play

While this is not a recap of any specific experience, it does reflect the approach I’ve taken with several partners in terms of how I’ve introduced them to the pleasure’s of anal play. I hope everyone enjoys it! Let me know in the comments or feel free to send me a PM.

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I gently pull your black panties and t shirt off so you are naked in front of me. I lead you to a padded massage table. I have you first lay on your back and I spread warm coconut oil over your entire front. I massage your body starting with your fingers and hands, working down your arms. I massage the oil into your breasts, rubbing my hands in circles feeling the nipples rub against my palms and then slowly pinching each of your nipples.

I roll your nipples harder between my fingers until they are stiff, little nubs. I then pour more oil on your belly and rub it in circles before dragging my oily, slick hands down each of your legs. I drag my strong hands up and down your thighs all the way to your feet. I massage each of your feet with firm pressure, sliding my fingers between your toes. I grab each foot in both hands in turn and firmly massage the balls and soles of your feet with my thumbs. Not expecting it, you moan as you feel my mouth wrap around each of your big toes as I suck deeply.

Be Careful What You Wish For… (Pt. 4)

I lay on the floor for what felt like forever. I thought of how I was letting Tom down. I thought back to the previous night and remembered how hot it had been. No matter how much I was turned on by it though, I couldn’t quite bring myself to come again. I gently rubbed my fingers over my clit, feeling a bit sore and not wanting to push myself. The world around me had begun to almost fade away.

It had all felt like a dream anyways — not exactly a dream, more like a fantasy nightmare. My real life (or maybe it was just my old life now) hadn’t been good recently. As I lay on the floor, tears almost welling up in my eyes, naked and exposed for everyone watching my exam through the one-way mirror and reviewing the tapes to see, and my stomach starting to grumble, I didn’t feel this would be better.

[mff] My girlfriend picked up another girl at the bar, so we brought her home

My girlfriend and I usually find girls to play with on reddit or fetlife, but this was quite different…

The early part of the day was spent at a tattoo parlor. I was getting a few pieces done and I was lucky enough to have Diana with me. Even though she was gone for an hour to get her nails done– a light blue– I still owed her. She picked the movie (Cabin in the Woods) and then insisted we go out to a nearby bar to dance. I’m not someone who dances often, but I relented. She watched me get stabbed by a needle for a few hours, so it was only fair that we spend the rest of the evening doing what she wanted. So we got dressed, me in a pair of jeans and a tank top and her in a little black dress. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was trying to get laid tonight. We made the walk a few blocks to the bar in question, one that is a normal dive-y place downstairs but has a dj on weekend nights upstairs. We got a drink (gin/tonic for me, vodka/club for her) while we waited on the line to get upstairs and finally made it.

M4F Increasingly rough threesome Part 5 of 7

Lying on your back out of breath and the juices of your cunt seeping out to form a wet patch on the bed you are coated with the sperm of two men. Gav’s spunk all over you from your navel to your tits, mine on your face, neck and tits. The knock on the door comes as a complete surprise. You look from Gav to me, both of us standing above you, the last strands of cum dripping onto you.

“You had better answer the door ” I order You stand and reach for your dress but Gav snatches it from you.

“Cumsluts like you answer the door naked”

Feeling like a whore, you walk to the door, naked but for your collar and the cum cooling on your face and body. It takes all your courage to open it. It’s room service here to deliver the champagne we ordered earlier, their timing perfect to see what a slut we’ve turned you into. Face burning with embarrassment you stand there, my cum dripping from your chin to mingle with the heavy load Gav deposited on your body. You know not to wipe it away. The room service girl just looks at you for a moment clearly shocked then hands you the ice bucket.

The End of the Masquerade Ball – The Large Ballroom – [Making Her Mine – Ch. 3]

Candy was jolted awake from her dreamful bliss with the sudden sensation of free falling. Once she had awoken and regained some of her senses, she realized that she was not falling at all, but rather being wheeled forward, on the bondage table, on which she still laid immobilized. Four burly men, dressed in leather bondage harnesses pushed her through the large double doors. She was inundated with the sounds that which previously been muffled and washed in the bright light of this large ballroom.

 

As she entered the ballroom, Candy had the strange feeling of being woken yet again, as she struggled to reactumate to this new environment, from the the darkness she had just left. The sound of a bullwhip cracking instantly drew her attention. Terror filled her body, tensing her from head to toe, while her pussy clenched along to her heartbeat, with excited energy. His warning of no safe word echoed in her mind.

 

sweet, young, international woman gets off on kinky fun [mf]

Back in August, I introduced myself to Abby on a not very well known BDSM dating app. Her profile was minimal and the photo she used made it hard to see her face, but the statement was clear: “I’d like to try out BDSM. I am the sub. Text me!”

A day or so later, she responded with interest, but after some light chatting said she didn’t think she could become comfortable with the age gap. I thought that would be the end of this story, but rest assured reader, there is plenty more to follow.

Some time later, I received a message from Abby asking if I was still interested in meeting her. I was going away for a week, but I responded to every message with questions or answers to her questions and we began to learn quite a bit about one another.

Licking [AF]

Just lie back and let me do all the work, all of the teasing, all of the tender sweetness. Lie back, close your eyes, and spread your legs for my face. You can keep your panties on, for now.

Feel my lips brush your skin, planting soft kisses just above the waistline as my fingers trail along it. Moving from left to right while my fingers trace down your hips then outer thighs, finally gripping your knees and symbolically pushing you just a little wider, although its entirely unnecessary.

My kissing stops and I breathe in deeply, letting it out slowly as I move down to the gusset; the tips of my fingers climbing up your inner thighs as I do. I plant the softest of kisses on the cotton covering your clit while one finger grazes almost imperceptibly down each side of your panties then my hands slide under your thighs and grab cheekily.

I wrap my arms around eagerly, pulling you to me as I begin to kiss your inner thighs. Working my way down one to the knee, then trailing the tip of my tongue back up, finishing right at the edge of your panties. Then the other, kiss after kiss on your sensitive skin, every squirm you make a delight to me.

[MF] I, the new guy in the city found an amazing sexual connection. Only one condition, don’t get attached

This is my first attempt in writing a story so please excuse my mistakes.

I recently moved to a new city in the UK for my first job after university.  I didn’t know more than a handful of people so I decided to get on tinder and see what the city has to offer. I had high expectations as it is a university focused city and most girls are around my age. 

One girl got my attention, lets call her Red (from the color of her hair). Luckily we matched and she seemed to be interested purely on hookups. She studies languages and came out as clever and genuine person, something that I value. Long story short nudes started flying over and she had an amazing body type with gorgeous big boobs , curvy waist, and a big clit. She also had those eyes, the ones that say “cum deep inside me”. Obviously I could not resist

A few weeks later we decided to meet and the sex was indeed passionate on both sides. I realized she was very experienced and wanted to leave a lasting impression, after all I want to see her as many times as possible. The juicy part was on our second encounter.

Train Trip, Part 2: One Night in New York with Finance Exec [MF]

Not sure if Part 3 of this will get written or not, since that encounter is hard to make a good story out of, but wanted to get this one up:

After making it out of Chicago on time ([https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/adhz2d/train_trip_part_1_one_day_in_chicago_with/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/adhz2d/train_trip_part_1_one_day_in_chicago_with/)) my trip was feeling pretty worthwhile so far. I spent the evening making small talk with a Russian woman who worked in “massage”, then fell asleep for the night before hanging out in the lounge car the next morning. We were running hours late. I was told that at least in those days, every freight carrier had priority and we had to stop to let each one pass, so what should have been an early afternoon arrival with plenty of free time turned into sunset.

Still, I made it. On the way out of Penn Station to Maria’s place in Chelsea, I decided to stop for a bottle of wine as a gift. I wasn’t sure if that was the right move or not, but it’d been a year since we’d really talked, and it felt important to make an impression on an accomplished older woman. I texted her to let her know I was on my way, then rang the buzzer when I got there.