A Helping Hand From an Old Friend – Part 3 [MF] [Cheating]

**[Part 1] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6yv2e2/a_helping_hand_from_an_old_friend_mf_cheating/)**

**[Part 2](https://redd.it/70kvax)**

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Hardly believing my luck, I practically jumped out of my car, still struggling to wipe the expression that was somewhere between shock and smugness from my face. Lauren and I closed the car doors, and I somehow remembered that locking it would be advisable, before we made our way up to the house. I followed closely behind, not saying a word, but staring hungrily at her ass in those tight white jeans as she unlocked the door. It was the most perfect size and shape; accented by her slim waist and petite frame. She once told me she wished she had bigger breasts, but her ass… she loved her ass, and so did the guys she got with. I could see why.

We went inside, everything was turned off and it was almost pitch black; Lauren stumbled around in the dark searching for a light. She shared the place with another girl from her work, but luckily for us, she was nowhere to be seen. The fewer people who knew about our arrangement the better, even if Kate and this other girl would never even meet. The lights flickered to life as Lauren found the switch and the house lit up; we were stood in the foyer, which gave way to an open plan living and kitchen area. I hardly knew what to do with myself, standing there like an awkward teenager, hands by my side. and nothing smart to say.

Finally fucked My crush from freshman year of high-school and it only took me eight years. [MF]

This is a repost from ~two years ago. Deleted my old account. But, I have new stories so I’d thought I’d make a new account.

So this story begins back during my freshman year of high school, eight years ago. Shit, it does not seem like it’s been that long… Anyways, I had gym class with this girl named Christina. She had long dark hair, olive skin, and lovely brown eyes. Of course, we were in gym together so I also saw that she had a wonderful looking ass and long thin legs to go with it. Her breasts were small, but we were freshmen, so it would have been unusual for them to have been otherwise. She was a soccer player. For some unknown reason, she seemed to like talking to me. I was more than happy to oblige.

I fell for her, managed to get her number, and we started texting and became close friends. Needless to say, I didn’t make a move. After all, what if she rejected me? About a year passed and I finally decided to ask her out but got denied. She had wanted to date me earlier on, but had lost interest when I failed to make any move for so long.

Young girl kidnapped by bandits [fFM][anal][bdsm][huml][nc][sm]

Haii everyone ;) Short author intro — I’m a 19 y/o lesbian who writes erotica, fiction, scifi, etc. I write whatever I like to fantasize about myself doing, and what I’ve done in my life. I can’t wait to share some (hopefully) fun, naughty stories with everyone!

This story takes place in a 1600s, medieval setting. Think Skyrim, mixed with the raiders of Fallout. Our story starts in a small village, in which quite a few happy families live. A young girl, not a child, but of a ripe pubertal age walks down a path leading into a clearing of trees. She is well put together — a well-formed body, a shapely ass and perky, busty tits contrast her slender body. She is pale, as are the natives of her land. She wears a white blouse, as standard for a girl in her time, not well constructed to hide her body. A clear view of her pointy nipples and busty breasts asserts itself through the thin cloth. In her time, this was not slutty, unusual, nor grotesque. Men nor women showed no concern for her accessories. In her village, it was frequent for women and those who deemed it necessary to travel fully nude.

Riot Fest Hook Up: Starfuckers, INC (part 2 of 3) [MF] (Long)

As Riot Fest approached, sleeping was difficult the night before. For one, I knew I was in store for a few hours of “playtime” before having to head to the concert, and on the other hand, I was going to get to see Nine Inch Nails, one of the bands that shaped my formative years. Every football season, Pretty Hate Machine and The Downward Spiral would be blared to deafening levels as we prepared for our Friday Night Games. And what teenager didn’t absolutely love “Closer”? It’s the epitome of what any teenage boy was looking for in life, finding that perfect girl to fuck the shit out of! Fortunately for me, I’d get to live out the thesis of the song in actuality before (and after) the concert.

[F] – Mirror Monster – Part 2 [Fsub] [bd] [nc] [sci-fi] [Tentacles]

Thank god he found me. Somehow, he saved me. I was sure I looked like a complete slut on my hands and knees naked from the waist up, panting and sweating. But I didn’t care I simply covered myself with one hand, thanked him multiple times and ran to the change rooms. Once I grabbed my things I was in my car driving home and a few minutes later I was locking my front door, sitting on my couch and breathing heavy trying to understand what happened. It wasn’t a dream. There was no way. I could still feel my body tingling. My face was still red with embarrassment and arousal.

I took a deep breath. I was safe now. It was all just a fucked up mistake. I walked towards the bathroom deciding a shower was probably exactly what I needed to wash the slime off my body. I still felt sticky. The bathroom was large. A standing tile shower took up the entire end of it complete with multiple heads that sprayed water including a rainfall one at the ceiling. Over the vanity on the wall directly across from the shower was a large ten foot long mirror. I paused looking at myself in the mirror. I felt a chill down my spine looking at my reflection now. Almost as if to test it I reached out with my left hand and touched the glass. Thankfully it was cold and hard, just like a mirror should be.

Riot Fest hook up with FWB (part 1 of 3) [MF]

On Thursday, I had wanted to find any way, any excuse to see my friend with benefits. After the previous night’s emotional fury, I wanted to feel her warm embrace yet again, even if it were for but a few hours. We had plans to go to Riot Fest together on Friday, but I couldn’t wait to see her again. I was able to see her before she went to work, as she had been procrastinating on getting ready all day. By the time I showed up, she had just showered and had yet to get dressed, which was perfect for me.

I walked into her house, the door was unlocked in anticipation of my arrival, but she had started to doze off, so when I entered her bedroom, I startled her. She was lying on the bed, completely nude, in anticipation of my arrival. There is something about her body that just drives me wild every time I see it, her opalescent skin glistening with beads of water from her recent shower. Her thighs were ever-so-slightly pressed together to hide her womanhood from me, her breasts pressed up between her arms like tiny clouds painted against the sun scape.

The Library Stacks [FM]

Context: This was with my ex a while ago

As I stare at the excel spreadsheet in front of me, I’m achingly aware of the pulse in my pussy. No amount of crossing and uncrossing of my legs could relieve the pressing need to be filled. I glance at my boyfriend next to me and see him furiously typing on his laptop. I eye the way his fingers and forearms flex as he types. The modest dusting of arm hair teases me and I want his hands all over me. I start trailing my hand along his thick muscular thigh. He flexes beneath my hand and glances over at me. He continues typing as I massage his inner thigh.

He pretends to be unaffected but I can see his cock thickening beneath his thin sweats. I feel the heat radiating from him as I trace a finger over his shaft. He stops typing and smirks at me. He knows what I want and doesn’t stop me. I rub his bulge and he grows harder beneath my hand. My pussy starts tingling and I squeeze my thighs together to try to get some relief to no avail.

The Pangs (and Pleasures) of Regret [F] [College] [Mast] [Squirt]

Emily couldn’t believe it. She and her roommate, Alexis, had taken their usual Saturday night trip to the local college bar to have a good time and maybe pick up some guys. For the first two hours, everything had gone amazingly. They’d gotten a bit drunk, smiled and laughed, flirted with guys, and even danced with a few. Finally, she had gone to the bar to order a drink and take a break from dancing when she spied Jonathan.

About 6’1″ with a thin build that nevertheless hinted at a hidden surprising athleticism, he had caught her attention from the first glance. He was standing back from the bar a bit, so she had stepped up to initiate the conversation herself.

Despite his lithe body and decent fashion sense, Jonathan had quickly proven to be a tad awkward and unconfident, stuttering nervously through his sentences and struggling to her in the eye. With every exhibition of awkwardness, Emily smiled an increasingly predatory smile. *My favorite*.

As a veteran of the university tennis team, sporting 5 feet 10 inches of beautifully tanned skin with long blonde hair, smooth muscular legs, and D-cup tits–a rarity for a girl in her elite physical condition–she was used to intimidating the more introverted, nerdy types.

The closest I got to fucking [30M]y [24F]riend in Iceland [MF] – Pt. 3

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6yzlmy/30masturbating_to_my_24friend_in_iceland_while/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6zs580/watching_30my_24friend_masturbating_in_iceland/)

Description of Kari from Part 1:

>I met Kari in January through Tinder. She was completely my type; tiny, 5’2″, probably never hit 100lb in her life, small breasts, small but firm ass, tiny waist. Asian-American with long dark hair and adorable features. Hot rather than pretty, if you know what I mean, with a little resting bitch face, but with a smile that transformed her into pure dorky sunshine.

If you haven’t read the other two, I’d been sharing a bed with a ridiculously attractive friend as we traveled Iceland and I was starting to feel pretty hot-blooded.

You can skip to the dirty part below if you want.

Kari and I rounded the Eastern fjords of Iceland on route 1, singing cover songs together and laughing uproariously when Chance’s punk cover of Kelis’s “Milkshake” came on, pausing every half hour or so to take picture so of the infuriatingly beautiful landscape. You know the reddit meme where people will comment, “*sigh* unzip”? Well, it was that, but the unzipping was my camera bag instead of my pants.

The Dinner Party [Mf, Ff, exhibitionism, bondage, punishment, group]

The old mansion was decadent and the party fit the mood perfectly. Tables adorned with elegant black orchid centerpieces and elaborate hand-written place settings filled the large banquet room. Candles in pristinely polished silver candelabras twinkled everywhere, casting a soft dim light over the room. Masked guests meandered about and slipped in and out of conversational groups. Silver trays of delectable hors d’oeuvres and flutes of champagne were held aloft by beautiful women adorned only in masks, high black boots, and black leather collars. The guests gave them appreciative glances as they passed between the party goers, silently offering refreshment.

The Master, host of the party and owner of the naked attendants, stood in a dark corner overseeing the party with a watchful eye. His dark eyes glittered in the candlelight. He cut an imposing figure, six feet tall with a slim athletic build, dark hair, and an impeccable black suit. His mask was simple black satin and only served to enhance his mysterious air. He observed his servants as they moved through the banquet room in perfect silence. Each had been brought to a heightened state of arousal before the party and the small egg shaped vibrators held inside their moist slits ensured they would remain that way. Now he waited to see which of the girls would be the first to falter. Her punishment would provide the entertainment for his eager guests.