The Bar [mf][oral][sex][rough sex]

I walked in to the bar. It’d been a really shitty day and I just needed a fucking drink. Boss called me in early, so instead of my already insane 12 hour shift, it became an 18 hour shift. I couldn’t even say I was exhausted. I’m used to it. I sat down at the bar and ordered a scotch with water. The bartender was swamped which felt sort of odd for a Thursday night. The bar was crowded. It wasn’t quite a club, but there was a dance floor that some people were drunkenly swaying on, and most of the bar stools were taken. In fact, except for the one next to me, every single seat was taken.

“Mind if I sit here?”

I turned around to see this fantastic looking girl. She was wearing a strapless, tight, black dress that showed off her fantastic tits and wonderful ass.

“I uh— no, no. Go ahead,” I replied with a sheepish smile.

“Thanks. Why is it so crowded tonight? Can’t a girl just get a drink and a seat?”

“I couldn’t tell you. I was thinking almost the same thing myself.” God damn was she attractive. “What’re you drinking? Let me buy a drink for you.”

[MF] …but we also fucked (consensual bdsm and rough play)

Last Saturday night [I went to the dungeon with my new friend Lily](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6bd5h0/mf_a_lily_in_the_dungeon_consensual_kink_public/), and we had a lovely time. I thought I would spend Sunday doing chores, playing games with my wife (we’re poly; she knows about Lily), and watching TV.

We did do all those things. But we also fucked, which I wasn’t expecting.

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A brief warning: this story contains [DD/lg](https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=ddlg). If this is a problem for you, turn back now. All participants are over the age of 30.

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A little background: my wife and I have had a quasi-dead bedroom for some time now. She’s had some medical issues (mostly I think it’s anxiety but she’s going to the doctor this week to find out for sure) that have prevented us from having a healthy sex life — and neither of us are very happy about that. On top of that, I apparently “forgot” the right way to spank her, so we’ve been idly looking for a top for her. We’re hoping that a friend of ours will work out, but he’s always busy and not too dependable, even if he is a great top.

But I digress.

Recollections of a girl I’ll call Kylie [MF][FWB][Fuckbuddies]

I first met Kylie (petite, blonde, smiley and like a catalogue model — or a cheerleader to my American friends reading) in Camden – I was helping run a monthly night we had on there, but mainly my job at this stage was to just generally be good vibes.

I was already pretty drunk that night, a good buddy at work was leaving so we’d spent a few hours in the pub. Happily for me I’m a good drunk, either through practice, physiology or mentality I’m not someone who changes personality, becomes belligerent, incoherent or any other unwanted Mr. Hyde type characteristics. I’ve had people say it took them 5 minutes or so of talking to me to realise that I was actually off my face.

Adventures of Barrie Guild: Caught in the Rain [F] [Solo] [Public]

*Find the first tale [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6ai8et/mf_oral_adventures_of_barrie_guild_arias_escape/) . Enjoy*

Lenna didn’t want to go out on such a day. The rain beat down outside continuously. Unfortunately guild master Angelique had ordered her into town to pick up a package, and with Angelique there were no excuses. Lenna sighed and put on her cloak , her elven ears causing the hood to bulge slightly at the sides. She sighed for the hundredth time that day and headed out.

Fat rain drops soaked her as she ran down the long path from the guild to town. She was thankful the sun was managing to peak through some of the clouds, at least she wasn’t running in the dark. But despite the few rays, the air was still slightly chill, and it was beginning to creep through her wet clothes. She hastened her pace, her elven legs quickly bringing the walls of Arden into view.

Big Sur Swing Camp (MFFF, FMMM)

Big Sur Swinger Camp
I went camping for 3 nights in Big Sur on the California central coast with a girlfriend, Angie; I had a trailer and was to host one evenings cocktails. We knew 4 of the 11 other couples,12 total, that reserved this weekend Friday thru Sunday night departing Monday; taking over the whole campground area. The swinger weekend was scheduled ahead with a std free policy, testing submission and no condoms allowed. The camp grounds had nice facilities; the shower building was divided into two sides, mens and women’s; an open locker room with small shower stalls separated with benches along the central wall, toilets and sinks at one end.

[M]e (35), my wi[F]e (34), some PBR and Snapchat.

Originally posted at: https://wolfcola412.tumblr.com. Written today about last night.

This is my first attempt at writing a story in probably 3-4 years. Depression is a motherfucker. It’ll probably take me a while to get my chops back, but this was fun to write, so I’ll probably share more.
About us:

Me: 35 year old dude who still gets carded sometimes. Shaggy/unkempt hair. I look like every 35 year old dude who listens to Hot Water Music. I’m 6′ tall, go about 220-225 with some chub (I’m down from 298 a year ago). Tattoos and a few facial piercings.

Wife: 34. Thick/chubby/whatever with great breasts and a wonderful ass. I dig it. Short red hair. Tattoos. Piercings. Punky.

I sit at my desk this morning with the sounds of CNN on television and my beautiful wife, Laura sleeping restlessly behind me, recovering from a stressful run of fifteen straight days working in a thankless job as a retail manager – a job title that I share for the time being.

‘Pretty tied up’, how a friend helped me get over an ex [MF] [BDSM] [switch] [fuckbuddies]

[Blondie](
http://themusingsof-an-unremarkableman.blogspot.com/2011/02/mirror-signal-maneuver.html): She got back from being on holiday today. Not that it’s a forgone conclusion at all (because it’s very much not), but it may happen again…in fact, since I’m sat here I thought I’d tell you about what I got up to a month or so ago when the god of fuck was smiling more favourably on me.

Blondie had had me over earlier in the year when I was still really hurting from K. After a bottle of red and a whole heap of ego boosting flirting we ended up fucking. But not just any old fucking, she really treated me to her A-game.

In her bedroom she took control, stripped me, bondage taped me to her bed and blindfolded me. She played with my cock as she kissed me, getting me hard (this took all of about 5 seconds) and then padded out of the room.

A Sicilian road trip with a friend of mine [MF][Public]

This happened a few years ago but I wrote about it on the blog I used to keep, thought I’d share it here…it took place in Sicily on holiday with a wonderful friend of mine. If you like I have more recollections to share. Thanks x

As we set off on the road we were in high spirits. Hungover, sun-kissed, relaxed and still wet from the amazing pool we’d just spent the last 4 hours laughing and fucking about in with friends. We had about 4 hours on the road ahead of us, but with good music, company and the sun high in a cloudless sky it was a journey I was looking forward to.

We were sat talking, me driving in swimming shorts and t-shirt, Blondie in bikini bottoms and a strappy top. Her feet were on the dashboard with her knees raised up and I’m sure every now and then her hand would dip down between her legs although maybe that was wishful thinking on my part. Now I can’t remember exactly what happened, I think I must have jokingly suggested it earlier, but after about 20 minutes she says,

[FM] Blindfolded and “bound” for the first time

First post here, so please be kind or offer constructive feedback!
A little bit about us:
Ross and I have been together for a couple years, a serious college relationship that blossomed from FWB. Anyways, it’s fair to say that I am more adventurous than Ross. He’s content with vanilla, whereas I like it a little rough, like smack my ass, pull my hair, tie me up, being dominated. When we first started having sex, I told him this and he was… intimidated? Recently, he has started to be more confident and dominant in the bedroom and it is the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.
Ross always says his favorite thing about me is my ass and legs, I’m fairly tall with legs that don’t quit and a perky booty to top em off. My 34D’s fit well on my slender frame, I work-out pretty often, lifting and yoga keep me fit for my collegiate sport.
Ross is tall, dark, and handsome. Being a military guy, he is in great shape, his v-lines and happy trail at the bottom of his abs drive me crazy. But my favorite thing about his body is his shoulders, and the way they taper to his waist, mmhmm!!!
This is a story from earlier this week. I was sitting in lecture, but could only think of him. Knowing he had two hours break between classes, I texted him: “Can I cum over after class?”

Friday Night Date Night

Friday night date nights had become something of a ritual for my wife (Jess) and I (James). Ever since our kids were born, our time together was almost exclusively spent as a family rather than as a couple. Date nights were our weekly opportunity to feel like the normal, youthful couple we are.

A typical date night would entail putting the kids to bed early, saying hi to the sitter and heading out for dinner or a movie. On this particular Friday night, however, Jess’ mother came and picked up the kids in the late afternoon and took them for a sleepover at her house. This gave us not only the whole evening together, but also the prospect of a lie-in the next morning, such bliss!

Because we had more time than normal, we decided to make a night of it – head for an early meal, then catch a movie before heading for some late night drinks at a bar. With the kids out of the house, it was safe to say that the night would end with a healthy dose of passionate sex, too. I got home from work and the kids were already gone. I went upstairs to find Jess just out of the shower, looking sexy with her long dark hair soaking wet, wearing nothing but a towel. We kissed and talked about each others’ days. I then hopped into the shower, and washed away the stresses of the week gone past.