(F)inally hooked up with (m)y crush part 3: the tables turn

Hi there. I hope you enjoy the conclusion (for now) of this story. Here you can find part 1 and part 2.

He told me that he wanted to give me a slight idea of what he had been through. I helped explain the knot I had used on him and he tied me up the same way I had him. I didn't realize what it was like. I could hardly move my limbs but I could still move my torso around a bit. He blindfolded me before he got to work. From here it's hard to describe what happened. Almost all the information we get from the world is visual and when that's cut off it can be hard to tell what's happening. The mystery of the experience only added to the excitement. Every move of his was a mystery, every touch a surprise.

I had my first threesome!

Let me just preface this by saying I am NOT a writer. I wanted to write this so I could keep the experience fresh in my head and I figured since I had it all typed up, why not share?!

Last night, me and my girlfriend (we’ll call her Sophie) of 5 years experienced our first threesome together. We had these intentions when we invited (and we'll call her Tonya) over. She'd come over in the past and was willing to fuck us, but the timing was wrong, so we dropped it for a few months. Fast-forward to earlier this week. On Monday I asked Tonya if she wanted to come over one night and hang out, have a few drinks, and just talk and watch some TV. She sounded eager about it, and we decided to schedule it for Friday evening (last night) at 6:00. We were a little worried that Tonya might back out / flake because there had been issues in the past where she'd broken plans at the last minute. Tonya texted me around 2:00 telling me that it might be closer to 7 because of some car issues. I thought, “No big deal. At least she's not breaking plans off, right? “

Love can make for some passionate sex [m/f] (long)

It had been a long week and it was finally Friday. Amy and I sighed heavily as we sat down on her couch that evening. Any working adult or student will understand the almost orgasmic relief of sitting down on the couch, sweatpants on, popcorn popped, and booze within reach. We both reached over and picked up our hot honey-whiskey apple ciders and clinked our mugs, smiling. Amy scooted over and tucked her head into the crook of my shoulder as the opening scene of Tommy Boy began. I set my drink down and wrapped my arm around her. She nuzzled in closer. It felt so good to cuddle after an extremely stressful school week. We’d barely seen each other at all, let alone had time to snuggle on the couch.

I looked down and kissed her on top of the head, taking a deep breath of her hair. Amy didn’t shower strictly every day and it always made her hair smell like her, not shampoo. I loved it. I loved her. She leaned over and set her mug on the carpet, then sat back, scooted over, and laid her head down in my lap. I ran my fingers softly through her hair. Amy giggled at the movie. I had forgotten we were even watching it. She had a charming, honest, singsong laugh.

An excerpt from my story about an incubus. [mf] [supernatural]

I've written in other genres for a while, but am new to erotica. I always come feedback. Please message me if you're interested in reading more of my work, I can post links to books and such. I hope you enjoy this excerpt! (More direct contact with the talking, fully visible incubus comes in the scene right after this.)

"I opened my briefcase on the bed, took out my camera, and took some photos. First regular photos, then infrared. I took some temperature readings: normal at every point, if I assumed that the house had been retrofitted with central air conditioning, as it felt like it did. I took out my trusty digital tape recorder, flipped the switch, and spoke clearly into it:

'My name is Jane Blutsausen, the date is July sixteenth, and this is recording one of my investigation–'

I yelped and fell onto the bed as a sudden shock of energy hit my hand. The plastic recorder clattered to the floor.

“Hello?” I said, looking into the mirror, my heart accelerating.

Making the innocent girl squirt for the first time [m/f]

In my last post I wrote about the first time Caitlin and I hooked up. I went home the next morning (afternoon) after getting her off a bunch and not getting a ton back on my end besides some rubbing over the pants. PSA: women, unless maybe I'm wearing sweatpants that are drenched in lube, rubbing my dick through pants is like me trying to get you off with chopsticks. Not gonna happen. I can barely do pho for god's sake.

Anyway, time passes, we see each other a few more times, and things heat up. We start boning, and it's just straight fire. It's super easy to get her off, which of course makes me feel like a stud, and as I've alluded to before she has a wilder side that comes out when she's especially aroused.

It's one of the first nice days of spring, and we're at a roofdeck party at her college friend's house. Beer, burgers, views of the skyline, the whole deal. It starts to get dark and cold and we start to get drunk and horny. We see people migrating downstairs where it's warm, and I shoot her a look and snake my hand around her waist. Her panties were off and in a bunch next to the grill 60 seconds later, as I pushed her up against the railing and sunk two fingers into her soaked pussy.

[m/f] Teasing leads to pleasing for both of us

My girlfriend is currently on a work trip, so I asked her to write the story of one of my favorite times, from her perspective, leading to: http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/38geq3/the_risk_of_it_all/ She then asked me to write my own story, and here we are. Without further ado…

We were laying in bed, cuddled up against each other, talking about nothing in particular. As always, we were naked, and there's only so long I can be naked in bed with her without my body taking over. I gently pushed her onto her back and moved halfway on top of her, kissing her softly at first, then with increasing fervor.

I kissed down to her neck, biting just until I heard her gasp; that simple, sudden, sharp intake of air that I yearn for. As I kiss down to her breast, I look up at her and run my fingers down to her mound, legs spreading involuntarily as I push gently against her. Circling my tongue 'round her nipple, I slowly slide my middle finger down to rest against her clit; not moving, just applying slight pressure, making her squirm and moan.

Making the innocent girl beg for it [m/f]

Caitlin has the most amazing sexual tension of any women I've ever had the pleasure of fucking. By 'sexual tension' I don't mean two people looking at one another knowing the other wants to do the horizontal tango– although that was there as well. I mean the tension between her strict sense of propriety and her sexuality simmering under the surface waiting to be brought to a boil.

I'll start from the beginning. This will be a little long, so if you're a dirty scroller I suggest you jump ahead until you start seeing words like "pussy", "dripping", and "OMIGOD OMIGOD FUCK FUCK FUCK".

Me, a Methed-Up Lesbian & The Biker Gang (M/F, terrifying moments)

Hey, my usual disclaimer here: I'm a writer using the pen name Johnny Dongle, to protect myself & the identities of the people in my story. All of these stories are 100% true and really happened; I only change names. This particular story is one of the craziest I have.

OK, so it's sometime in the fall of 2012, and I'm cruising Craig's List for sexual shenanigans. I'm a single father of 3 kids and I have them 5 days a week. Working full-time and being a full-time dad consumes most of my time, so at the time I was cutting right to the chase and using CL when I wanted to get laid. When I post Craig's List ads, I always use my secret weapon, and that's the offer of a "sensual massage." I trained as a massage therapist long ago, right out of high school, so giving an awesome massage is my ace in the hole when it comes to getting laid, and I play it every time I can. If you can give a phenomenal massage, your chances of getting laid go up tenfold.

[M]assage Role-play with Sexy Wi[f]e

It's been a long couple weeks around my house. I've been out of town with a new job for most of the last 2 weeks and my wife's been home from work several times with sick kids and we're working on getting our new house set up. It's all led to a pretty long dry spell in terms of the sexy times between the wife and I. Over the long weekend, I hatched a plan to deal with that directly. We had plans to go to a cookout on Sunday afternoon and then drop the kids off with the Grandparents overnight until dinnertime on Monday. My plan was to take advantage of this kid-free day and get some sexy-times started.

The cookout went well, the kids played and my wife and I got to visit with some of our friends we hadn't seen in a long time. At about 4, we left the cookout and drove over to the Grandparent's house to drop the kids off. They were both a little cranky and tired from not getting a nap, but in good spirits because of the sleepover away from home. After dropping off the kids, we went and did a little shopping for the house. You know, the kind of stuff you can't take little kids to because they'll be bored to tears almost instantly. After the shopping, we went to a new restaurant not far from our house and had a nice dinner and more importantly, my wife had 3 big glasses of Sangria.

Baldy Fatman & The Arkansas Hotwife [m/m/f, threesome]

This is my second post. I'm a writer & decided to write about my true sexual encounters under the pen name of Johnny Dongle. I've had some crazy stuff happen to me, but if I post all of those at once, everyone will think I'm full of shit. So this one is much closer to the norm around these parts. Enjoy. Names are changed, but facts are 100% true, to the letter.

I use the Casual Encounters section of Craigslist almost constantly to find sexual partners and adventures. Some personal info here, if you wanna try and put a picture to your protagonist: I’m a single father of three kids. I work a fairly boring technology job, although I’m a trained massage therapist from my younger days (more about that in a bit). I’m graduate educated, in decent physical shape, not at all wealthy but I can pay all my bills on time. I’m heterosexual. In the looks department, I’d say I’m average. I’m just over six feet tall, dark blond hair, blue eyes. My penis is a little bigger than average, I guess, but not some massive porn-star kidney-scraper. Long and short, there’s nothing about me that screams “super-hot attractive stallion” but also nothing that screams “oh my God, get me away from that thing!”