So, my lady and I have a great sex life. It could be better, and I’m opened to ideas from ANYONE. We have never watched porn together, and don’t believe you need that in order to have a good time in bed. There were recently some times that we had some of the best sex with each other; these times were when I just returned home after two weeks away. We NEVER wear protection of any sort with each other, so I always have to pull out, which I don’t mind. Even though cumming inside a woman is far better, pulling out is also fun as well. I mean think about it; there’s a bit of suspense while you’re trying to get as close as you can to cumming, and then you realize that you’re over the edge. You’re instinct is to thrust inside of her immediately and let her pussy pump everything you’ve got. But that’s where it gets kind of fun. Instead, you get close and get yourself over the edge, and suddenly you’re pulling yourself out just in time to cum on your woman’s stomach, back, tits, or face depending on where she happens to be and how hard you cum. There’s a thrill in that. Beat the clock per se. Sometimes I’ll wait until the first shot is literally coming out of me and I’ll be pulling out at the same time, and I explode on the very pussy that got me there. Even as a type this, I’m extremely aroused, and eager to get done finishing this story so that I may enjoy myself. Back to the “some of the best sex”.;
Tag: G-spot
[MF] Backpacking through Asia and Hardfucking the girl of my dreams
[slight trigger warning: this story contains light slapping, choking, and spanking. If you’re into that, like I am… holla! But if you’re not, i’ll offset those parts with a ***** so you can skip past it or skip to it. whatever floats your boat]
The summer after I finished law school, I decided to buy a little yamaha motorcycle in Indonesia, embark from Jakarta and take 4 months to ride it to Sumba (where my Indophiles at?). Since I didn’t start my job until January, I felt rather than feverishly studying for the bar with all my fellow striving future barristers, my time would be better spent looking for surf spots, drinking some bintang, and working on (in retrospect) really, really, I mean fucking really, bad poetry. I packed a duffel, got a hold of some austrian dude who had a bike for sale in jakarta, and headed over.
[MF] Finally knitting class leads to me getting laid!
Hello, here to share my story. Weeks in the making!
I’m 27M, tall and lanky, blonde hair, blue eyes, somewhat socially literate but pretty shy and dorky. A few ex girlfriends but having trouble meeting people since I left college. Tried online dating with little or no luck. Someone on Reddit (jokingly?) said you can “slay pussy” at a knitting class so I decide to try it! $50 on knitting supplies at Michaels and $80 for a 12 week knitting class (of all experience levels) at a local tech college. Here we go!
I show up for my first class, early. Hoping it’s filled with manic skinny redhead girls who love knitting and are ready to throw themselves at me. The instructor is an old woman. Everybody filling in is an old woman. The classroom is like 70% women in their 50-70s. One other guy, an older man with grey hair. I’ve made a terrible mistake.
One eligible woman walks in. She’s a brunette, short, a little heavy, very cute face, maybe in her late 20s, and a massive chest. She walks in and makes eye contact with me. I eye beg her to sit next to me. Instead she sits in the back. Crap.
Making the most of a tryst. (Part 1) [MF]
The Set Up
Coming up on a year ago, my friends and I got tickets to a massive country music festival in the middle of nowhere. It would be a three day partying shit show that happened to have some big name artists playing in the evenings at the heart of the location. Our plan was to tent camp along with ten thousand other festival goers in the summer sun. We made our plans and packed our supplies and away we went. We got in around midnight the night before the festivities began and set up camp by lights of our cars and began some drinking games.
My Wingman Has Great Boobs [MF] [F] [swinging]
(Yes, it’s long. But good stories often are. All * names have been changed to protect people’s anonymity. Skip to the *** if you don’t want backstory, but you’ll miss the context. And there’s more than one round of sexytimes involved.)
So let me tell you about Candy*.
She’s fucking hot.
Okay, a little more? Candy is about 5’10”. She’s done a lot of modeling, including some nude modeling. Early 30s. (A few years younger than me.) She’s got amazing long legs, perfect and sexy from a decade plus of dance. She’s thin, gorgeous, a mix of ethnic background that makes her turn heads even in a t-shirt and denim shorts and no makeup, a +3 ass of perfection, and beautiful 34-B boobs that don’t need a bra.
So, to sum up, Candy makes guys drool.
She’s also my best friend. And my wingman.
And make no mistake, I am not oblivious to how sexy my best friend is, but from the moment we met we’ve just bonded as friends. She can totally be just one of the guys. She can fart and burp with the best of us. She’ll point out the hot server at Friday’s to me in case I missed her.
Outdoor surprise on a first date [fm]
*I’ve never really written any erotic stories but recently a friend requested I write down some of my experiences to share. I’m not a writer either, so forgive the fact that I have no idea what I am doing. Enjoy!*
First dates are often a toss up. You never really know how things will go. Occasionally someone really surprises you. After a few hours of chatting, he seemed nice enough. Cute, kind, decent conversation. After we cashed out, he asked if I’d like to take a walk. It was a cool, clear night and the stars were out. It wasn’t long into our walk before he grabs my hand and whispers in my ear, “follow me.” I trail behind and we wander into the field. He stops and pulls me in close. His lips on mine as we push into each other. Our mouths part and our tongues entwine. He pushes his body further into me, moving me back against the tree. This calm guy has sure taken a turn. I’m pinned between his hardening cock and the tree as his hands begin to explore my body. His lips trail down my neck. Feeling their soft warmth getting closer to my chest. I push back against him, wishing our clothes weren’t in the way. His mouth reaches the top of my breast and his hand slides up to meet it. Slipping his fingers around the neck of my shirt and sliding the fabric down. The anticipation and cool air leave my exposed nipples aching to be touched. His lips trail down my breast and lightly brush against them. I moan as he takes my nipple into his mouth. Sucking me in further as his warm, wet tongue circles my nipple. Tingling spreads from my pussy as I feel my wetness begging. I want him inside me. I press my hips further into him. Grinding against his hard cock.
Round 2 [MF]
Her water took a long time to heat up; by the time I had gotten it warm enough to wet the washcloth and clean myself up, she had rolled over in bed, starting to fall asleep. I stood at the foot of the bed, holding the cloth for her, admiring. She was gorgeous, smooth, clear, freckled skin, dark curls, red lips, pink nipples…pink pussy. She was on her side but not curled very tightly, putting her right on display for me. She was still glistening, and a little trail of my cum was leaking out.
Just the sight of that got me hard again. I was surprised; I hadn’t had that short a refractory period since high school, much less in any of the more recent years. But she was gorgeous, and there was the evidence that she was mine. We were supposed to be going to sleep. It was already late, and tomorrow we both had to get up early and go to jobs where we had to pretend to barely know each other, pretend she hadn’t sucked her own juices off my lips, pretend I wasn’t relatively sure I was falling in love with her. I could make this quick, though.
Would you like to know how I spent my [F]riday?
~WORK~
[I casually text Mike that I broke my pussy by going bananas every day this week with a vibrator. ](https://i.imgur.com/XfF3NKu.jpg)
“I killed the battery every night”
“Is that gonna keep us from fucking”
“Nope. Clearly I need to be fucked”
Sexting makes the day go by. It’s made better today knowing that Michael was taking me into the city for dinner and cocktails.
~DINNER~
My summer dress purposefully has no back buttons and Michael takes quick advantage by slipping his hand into the back of my dress and caressing my bare skin. I lean back and curl my body into the crevice of his arm. I reach up to touch his face with my lips in a way that was probably borderline indecent at one of San Francisco’s newest culinary spots. [It’s a full house and I don’t care.](https://i.imgur.com/bZFdLJi.jpg)
We know I make more money than he does, so I often take the lead when paying for fun. It never bothers me because i like living a life that’s uncompromising. But this week he made a new stride professionally, and he’s feeling like an in-charge alpha male.
[MF] Sarah Shows Off Her Baking Skills
You can read about our first date [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6q21ob/mf_sarah_had_never_been_treated_properly/) and the first part of this story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6qgbya/mf_sarah_stays_the_night/).
After her photoshoot Sarah popped into the bathroom alone. I heard the shower run for a few minutes before she came out, naked but toweled off. She stepped in my bedroom and I stood up from the couch to follow her. Sarah was rummaging through her bag on my bed.
“I’m just looking for my toothbrush.”
“If you don’t have one I can pop over to CVS and grab one for you.”
She smiled and pulled the blue toothbrush out of her bag. Walking past me she purposefully brushed her young and perky tits against my chest.
“You taste too fucking good to brush out” she smirked. “But I like having minty fresh breath.”
We cuddled up on the couch after we were cleaned up a bit. The pizza sat forgotten on the counter. She was naked, her head resting in my lap with her wet hair tucked under her neck against my leg. She tugged at the clean solid navy boxers I had just put on.
[FM] Hot Hotel Sex
[Some brief introductory information: E and I are in our early 20s. I’m a bigger girl with a 40G chest and hips that are perfect for holding during doggie. He’s thin with a *perfect* 5-6 in, thick veiny cock. We went away to a hotel for our one year anniversary this past weekend, where the following took place.]
After we climb out of the hot tub, I go into the bathroom to get ready. I put on your favorite pink lacy teddy and my new black lace underwear. I let my hair out of its ubiquitous ponytail and shake it out around my shoulders. Swiping on a bit of mascara, I walk back out into the hotel room where you’re lounging on the bed.
Shyly, I walk toward the bed. “Hey, babe,” I say, softly. You look up from the TV and I see your eyes bug out of your head.
“Whatcha doin’?” you ask. I smile and sashay over to the bed.
“Just thought you might want to see my new underwear,” I say, twirling to give you the full view. You run a hand over my ass and disappear to the bathroom. While you’re gone, I lie down on my stomach and make sure my panties are in full view.