[MF] Vancouver was bored…(PART 1)

Hello there. This is my very first time creating a post on this community, probably I have not known all the rules so admin please inbox me so I can adjust whatever there is to change :)

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So I’m a 24 Asian stud, who used to live in Vancouver, Canada for quite a while (5 years to be exact). I remember this was one of the most erotic experiences I have ever gone through.

It was fall 2016, I was really new to university and everything seemed kinda peaceful. My life was pretty much studying, working and going out blazing with other dudes. Then Christmas Eve came, most international students would just go on vacation while I was stuck there suffering the heavy snow.

I was bored going through Tinder and got a match quite quickly with a Brazilian girl.She was 2 years older than me but somehow quite childish. We eventually had a date for an afternoon drink. The date went quite smooth and I suggested us to go out for desert.

Teaching the Good Christian Freshman [FFM]

One of the interesting things my college does is pair Freshmen with Seniors to help them adjust to school life, share tips and wisdom, etc. Admittedly, I dreaded it as an introvert, but the girl I was assigned ended up being someone I really vibed with. Her name is Tiffany. She’s got a tiny body from years of dance, but an amazing rack.

Steven and I had been the type to romanticize sex, but had recently spoken more openly, learning the things we wanted to explore together, as a couple. I am, honestly, addicted to his cum just as he is addicted to making me cum. I also realized that porn does nothing for me because it’s him that gets me off.

What surprised me, though, was that Tiffany asked to watch us. She grew up sheltered, in the church, with sex as a taboo. Now that she was an adult and away from home, she had no idea how to start. She never got sex education or the ability to explore thanks to super strict parents.

My ex lover writes a sensual love letter to me

…You turned around and straddled me on the couch, fiddling with my belt with a devilish smile on your face. The waiting was over. I put my hands around your right thigh and slid them higher.

Your thong was wet. I wasted no time to slide my hand in your underwear.

Your pussy is heaven. Warm, inviting and very wet. I slowly played with your clit with my right hand and the pleasure made you swoon. Your body convulses, nearly falling backward, but I put my left hand in the arch of your back, pulling you toward me.

You try to kiss me, but it is becoming harder to control your body, so you pull away a few centimetres. Our eyes lock from close range as I slide two fingers inside you and begin to massage your G-spot. I turn your head away with my left hand so I can whisper directly into your ear what you already know: “I want to fuck you right here”.

You let out a loud “yes” almost before the words leave my mouth.

You climb off me in one smooth motion.

Now, every movement your body makes is pure sex.

How my [F] college boyfriend [M] made me cum while I was on the phone with my conservative parents

The day was February 14th. My then college boyfriend (we’ll call him Matthew) and I were in my dorm room. I was a freshman, he was a junior, and we met through an English literature class we were both taking at the start of fall semester.

My only other roommate had gone home, so Matthew and I got some Korean food, and we were eating together in my dorm while watching Parks and Rec. After we were both done eating, I scooted over and rested my head on his shoulder. He held my hand, and we sat there for a while watching the show with our fingers interlocked.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe” Matthew said, as he paused the show and smiled at me. I smirked back. My eyes met his, and I knew we were both thinking the same thing. I felt his hand caressing my thigh, inching higher and higher up. Next thing you know, his lips were on mine. I ran my fingers through his hair as we made out, and I felt his wandering hand come up to cup and squeeze my tits.

(32)[F] – (22)[M] Intern at work – The Second Three Way

Sorry! Still very behind on the updates. These are the events that happened on Friday 3 weeks ago.

This picks up from where the previous part left off. You can read Part 10 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wpdbr9/32f_22m_intern_at_work_meeting_in_the_ladies_room/)

**Part 11 is below**

Eric ensured that during the next hour I kept drinking water to hydrate myself. To avoid any more inappropriate stuff coming out of my mouth, Eric tried to keep the conversation light. The conversation eventually turned to the plans for the weekend.

*Me – (Normal voice) – “I have this family event on Saturday morning that I am most definitely not looking forward to….In the evening a bunch of us ladies are planning to go out for dinner, our monthly Ladies Night Out. No plans for Sunday yet.”*

*Eric – “Oh nice. Sounds fun. I am off camping with Dan over the weekend. Dan mentioned it at lunch. I know it is probably late to bring this up, but I might be a couple of hours late for work on Monday morning as we have to drive back from our campground.”*

*Me – “No issues.”*

[M40 F48 F31] My Excellent Vacation Part 3.2 [BDSM][Latex][HJ][BJ]

June 22 Noon(ish)

I woke quickly from what I thought was a small cat nap, but my heart was racing. I glance over at the clock and I gasp quickly. FUCK! 12:05, I overslept. What happens now? I throw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and run downstairs and see the redhead from earlier behind the desk as usual. She raises an eyebrow, looks down at the clock on her desk, and brings her eyes up to mine once more with obvious disappointment.

“12:09, tsk tsk tsk” she finally says shaking her head.

“Sorry, I overslept,” I say looking over her body. She looks amazing with her clothes on…and off. I can see just a bit of cleavage from her top, but after this morning, there’s no need to use my imagination. I feel myself growing hard again. I hear the rhythmic tapping of heels on the solid floor coming up behind me. I turn to look, but hear, “Keep your head forward,” so I comply. Within moments a mask is brought down over my head obscuring my vision. My immediate impulse is to pull it off, it’s almost suffocating, but at least the mouth is open so I can breathe. It starts coming together now, “wait…a gimp mask?” I lick my lips and feel a zipper. My heart races knowing this won’t be something I’m going to enjoy and momentary panic sets in. Focusing inward trying to calm myself I didn’t hear the sound of something rolling up behind me.

Poolside Oral and Lunchtime Sex on the Counter [FM]

Our libidos were in overdrive knowing we’d soon separate. Yeah, we attend colleges across town from each other, but we also have to accept that we’ll see each other on weekends at best. Studies, commitments, and grad school applications will take up a lot of time. Cass had gone ahead to get her equipment stored and hang out with classmates, leaving us at the house alone and nude.

No effort was made to dress, either. We wandered the house doing our normal actives, but with much more touching and teasing. I bent over much more than normal just show off my ass, pussy, and tits. We’d brush against each other just for the contact. His skin felt so good against mine.

With the option of a swim in the pool, we coated each other’s bodies in suntan lotion. Touching, rubbing, and caressing each other before running through the house so Steven could watch my tits and ass bounce. Dad’s house was at the end of a cul-de-sac so no neighbors had a view of the pool. I took a dive into the deep end feeling the water on my bare breast and through my bush. Steven followed me and met me in the shallow end. He took me in his arms and kissed me deeply.

My [F]irst time with a pierced cock [M]

I had been curious about F since I spied him on Fetlife a few weeks ago. He was friends with someone I already knew and I kept finding myself staring at the photo on his profile of the two of them fucking. I had tried messaging him about something vanilla a week ago, but nothing much eventuated from it so I decided to be extremely forward and just ask him out on a date.

He said yes and I did a little happy dance at my computer. The plan was to grab coffee and head down to the beach as it was close to both our places. I had been talking to our mutual friend and from what she had told me I was very excited to meet him as he sounded lovely.

Sunday afternoon rolled around and I met him at the agreed spot. He had medium length brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and buzzed short hair on the sides, gorgeous blue eyes and a light complexion. His septum and erl were pierced, and he wore dark marble-coloured stretchers in his ears. His beard was very short, but his mustache was still at full length. He was wearing casual comfy clothes, shorts, a tee shirt and hoodie. I was dressed in my classic black hoodie and jeans, paired with military style boots.

Coming back to him after a 2-week vacation, I was uncontrollably horny and couldn’t stop sucking his cock [MF]

I’m a pretty needy and sexual person. Being away from my love for 2 weeks was incredibly difficult. I would find myself fantasizing about him every day, often imagining what he’d do to me when I got home.
He’d push me against the wall and kiss me, grabbing at my ass, tits, waist, and throat. I imagined him pulling my hair sharply, kissing my neck, and slipping his hand into my pants. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself and would fuck me right there against the wall.
The reality was different, but so much better. When he stepped through my door, I immediately ran into his arms and we just hugged and kissed for a while. He made me tell him a day by day description of my trip while he slowly stroked my body, stopping to pinch my nipples every once in a while. It was torturous, which was exactly what he wanted. Id stop in the middle of speaking, distracted, and he’d grab my chin, pull me to him and tell me to keep talking.
When finally, I finished, he flipped me over so I was on my back on the bed. He pulled my pants off and kissed his way down my body, before licking up my pussy. Grabbing my thighs, he pulled me to the edge of the bed, staring up into my eyes as I arched into his mouth. But I quickly pulled him up, begging him to fuck me.
He didn’t fuck me right away, however, because I went to lubricate his dick with my mouth, and couldn’t stop myself from sucking him off. I missed his cock in my mouth so much, feeling his hands in my hair as he pushes me down farther and farther. I begged him to fuck my face, needing a punishment for daring to leave him, my everything. So he did, fucking my face through my gagging and choking. I loved it.
I got on top of him, relishing in the feeling of him pushing into my needy pussy. I would never leave this again. He quickly flipped me over though, pushing into me and grabbing my face as he fucked me. He praised me, calling me his beautiful girl. He told me how much he needed me under him, cumming around his cock.
I needed to be his submissive whore after having to put on an innocent front for 2 weeks. It’s only with him I can be my true self. He took a pretty cloth and tied it around my wrists, using my body for his pleasure. And it felt so good for me too, I couldn’t stop cumming around him as he railed into me, screaming that I was his.
Any time the words “you’re mine” passed his lips, I came all around him.
He fucked me for an hour, eventually taking off the cloth so I could grip at his hair as he destroyed my body and soul. As he came in me, I felt complete again.
We took a shower after, in which I couldn’t help myself and got on my knees. I sucked him down like a good girl. He told me how pretty I looked, on my knees worshipping him as water dripped down my newly tanned skin. I don’t like myself with wet hair, but he says there’s never a time I’m not the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Especially if I’m sucking his cock.
Eventually, I got up and he fucked me from behind, pushing me against the shower wall. The water rawed me out, however, so we got out, dried off, and went back to the bedroom. There, he had me put a vibrator against my clit and hold it there with my thighs. I went back on my knees for him, grinding on my vibrator as he fucked my face. I watched him lean back, gripping my hair. His abs were defined and his face concentrated in pleasure as he hit the back of my throat over and over.
After, I rode him. He choked me from below, and I dropped all my weight into his hands as I bounced up and down. It felt so fucking good. We fucked for a while, but I wanted him in my mouth again, but he wanted me in his mouth too.
I put my pussy on his face while I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth. He licked and sucked at me while I gave him a blowjob only a whore good. I took him into my throat again and again as I grinded on his face. It didn’t take him long to cum, and I swallowed him down with greed.
Then he pulled me back up to sit on his face. I held his hair as he licked me. I needed something inside me, and he grabbed my g-spot vibrator. He fucked me with it while licking at my clit. I couldn’t tell where he ended and the toy began, it all felt like pleasure. I was dripping over him. When I wasn’t throwing my head back in pleasure, we’d look at each other. Watching him lick at me, staring into my eyes, seeing how much enjoyed my pleasure, pushed me over the edge several times. I don’t know how many times I came, or how long I was on his face, but it felt like hours of pleasure.
Afterwards, I was so exhausted, both from the sex and the jetlag, that I passed out in his arms.
I had a nightmare that woke me up, so we fucked my fear away in the middle of the night too.
It was a good return home.

A Healthy Relationship [F/M] [Wholesome]

“Why does this team love starting the day with so many meetings, and while on camera! Like who in their right mind wants to be on camera by 8:00 am?” I murmur under my breath, having woken up late, with just enough time to apply passable make-up, fix the front of my hair to hide the rat’s nest in the back, and throw on a collared button down shirt, although I now notice that I failed at aligning the buttons. Looking down at the boxers I slept in (an excellent and comfy pair I “borrowed” from the most attractive man), I frowned at the long leg hairs, which have grown past the point of “ehh, I can do this later” and have reached the point of, “this is going to be a hell of a lot of work”.

“Fuck me, such a mess,” I expressed with a sigh while reaching for my mug of coffee, my hand missing completely since I hadn’t had the time to make any.

“FUCK ME, and FUCK this stupid call with this BITCH-ASS manager and all these DICK-HEAD staff, and FUCK this job! I hope this project goes up in flames, and all these cretin clients can crawl back into whatever nasty little holes they crawled out from!” I am not a morning person.