Sarah’s eyes are closed under her sunglasses and despite her darker than usual tan, the sun is shining brightly off of her oil drenched body. Suddenly she gasps and promptly raises up as she feels ice cold water dripping onto her stomach. Ciaran tries to stifle his laughter as he hands her the drink from the tiki hut bar behind them. Sarah playfully slaps Ciaran’s ass as he takes a seat beside her, digging his toes into the white sandy beach and looking off into the crystal clear water in front of them. They had some time after this morning’s presentations and economic update and decided to take full advantage. He takes her hand in his as she lies back and assumes her original position, soaking in the sun and listening to the waves crash. Ciaran sits and sips his beer as in the distance they hear a mariachi band playing outside of a nearby restaurant. He squeezes her hand a little tighter and watches as she nonchalantly rubs her feet over one another to get off the excess sand. It wasn’t intentional on her part, but he notices nevertheless and now can’t take his eyes off them. He takes a long sip of beer and watches as she points her toes, scrunches them together, then spreads them wide, stretching as she relaxes in the sun. He gazes up and down her tanned and toned body and notices only a slight hint of tan lines peeking out from under her Gilly Hicks bikini. He is mesmerized by how unbelievably sexy she is and finishes his beer before setting the bottle beside him in the sand.
Tag: G-spot
I masturbated with my boyfriend’s cum [FM]
It was supposed to be a week of denial for me. Lots of edging and being used for my boyfriend’s pleasure, but I stole an orgasm when he wasn’t paying close attention to me.
I was so pent up from being denied again and again. My sex drive is high and I need it fulfilled daily. Him toying with me turns me into an animal. He made me wear panties just to soak through them. I needed some sort of touch and would grind on anything I could. He kept me in his sights most of the time to prevent me from doing so.
There were several sessions where he would tie me to the bed and have his way with me. Me moaning in pleasure and frustration was an understatement. I’d wiggle and thrash just trying to get to him. One of my favorite forms of torture was him running his tongue up and down my desperate pussy, just tasting the mess I created.
Filled full. (M/f)
You have been such a good girl. I decide it is my turn to pleasure you tonight, you are to just sit back and enjoy. I whisper into your ear, with a smile and toss of your short brown curls you run to the bedroom and jump on the bed.
When I catch up you are sitting against the headboard, a tight white cotton top holding your full round breast tightly to your chest. You legs and bottom are bare, your knees are up waiting for me. The lights are off and a couple candles are lit on the table. I laugh at how quick and efficient you can be when properly motivated.
I get up on the bed and move to kneel between your legs. I kiss your legs, rubbing your calfs and feet gently. I whisper to you, telling you what a good girl your have been, how beautiful you are, how sexy you are and how much you turn me on.
A professional? Sunday brunch made me hungry and he filled me up [FM]
*I have a strict ‘no sex at work’ rule, but I guess some rules are meant to be broken a couple of times. I’m not proud, but this month’s contest submissions got my body reminiscing of them and I figured I’d share the first one today. What are -your- strict sex rules worth breaking a couple of times?*
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Do you ever go on trips where you feel insatiable all the time? Does air travel mess up your hormones? My visit to my BFF in a different city was full of all the fun things and wholesome catch-up, but the vibrator I brought was just not cutting it. I remember hours I spent on my friend’s bed, naked, finding angles to take nudes for the Redditor I’d fuck on the second leg of my trip (story for another day).
I was staying at my friend’s shared house, so I didn’t expect any action in that town of mostly young professionals. My poor pussy was dying. I never would have expected relief to come during a particularly horny Sunday, when a professional brunch was my lucky break. Networking Sunday brunch. Yes.
Olivia’s College Awakening, Part 1 [M/F] [College]
It was a Tuesday autumn morning, a crisp breeze gently blowing Olivia’s wavy brunette hair as she walked to her 8 a.m. econ class. She hated econ, and she definitely hated early morning classes.
The weekend couldn’t arrive soon enough. As a college freshman, it was her first Fall Fest, the annual alumni event the college hosted. It would kick off Thursday night with a welcome barbecue, but the main event was the Saturday afternoon football game. The team was undefeated through four games, and they were favorites to make the playoffs.
The fraternities used the Fall Fest as an excuse to throw massive parties. World famous DJs would make sure there was never a dull moment, and last year, Post Malone even showed up! Olivia recently joined one of the top sororities on campus, and she was what many would consider a show stopper. It was no surprise when she was invited to attend each of the parties, which were exclusive invite-only.
[FM] phone sex leads to real sex!
Next to a sprinkling of leaning palm trees and a pool supply store that always smelled faintly of chlorine, our band’s practice space stood modestly, yet proud. We had the space booked three times a week, but due to a money-minded building owner, another soundproof wall was added to break up the space and allow another band to occupy the creative domain while we worked.
I understood communal accommodations. Still in college, I had only just moved on to student apartments, having previously shared a room with two rowdy ladies. They were fun, but invasive. I have plenty of stories about them too that I’d love to share one day. While on tour with the band, we all shared a camper. Four adults to one bed and two cots encourages bonding, but never privacy.
Even so, the group of guys practicing next to us caused me tension. They all smoked away fifteen minutes of their time each session sucking on cigarillos and loudly rotating through inside jokes and jabs. I thought they were decadent, hedonistic, and apathetic towards the world. They seemed a little mean, a tad jagged, wearing crooked smiles across their jaws with an inexplicable emptiness behind the eyes.
My Boyfriends Friend [MF] [Cheating]
This is my first story. Let me know what you think.
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Luis is a friend of my boyfriend, Eric. To be honest, I’ve thought about all of my boyfriends friends in a sexual way at least once. I’ve imagined what it was like to briefly be alone with each of them and experience some wild story of sexual pleasure. Though, prior to this time I never even thought to actually do something with one of them.
To get an idea, I’m a 5’3 tan, thick Latina with curly hair. I’m a little small up top but I make up for it on the bottom. Luis is a slim 5’9 Latino. His build is athletic but not pumped up like gym rats. His jawline is very defined and his lips are juicy.
Luis and I have flirted subtly from time to time. He’ll send me a Snapchat and I’ll tell him how good he looks and he does the same to me. He always makes conversation when we’re alone and oddly makes me feel safe and comfortable around him.
Reunited [M/F] [Mdom] [fsub] [bondage] [romance] [aftercare] [long]
My anticipation had been building for weeks by the time I saw you again. Every day filled me with more desire, more need, until, by that time, I was dripping with desperation. Now, the day I have been so anticipating has arrived.
You pick me up from the airport, getting out of the car to help me with my luggage. I leap into your arms, planting a passionate kiss, before we load everything into the car, you opening the door to the passenger seat. I blush, embarrassed by your old-fashioned chivalry, but secretly loving it all the same, even as I tease you. You smirk back knowingly, shutting the door and walking around the car to get into the driver’s seat. Our eyes meet as you get into the car, passion and lust burning in both our eyes. Leaning across the center console, we kiss again, your tongue just barely parting my lips. Sitting back you smirk at me again before shifting into drive. I spread my legs in my seat as we exit the airport — I had picked out a dress for the occasion, despite the fact I was traveling. Keeping your eyes on the road you smile again, having seen my legs shift in the corner of your vision.
[MFM] Putting on a show with an inked biker MILF while her husband watches
In a [previous story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vd77f9/mf_how_to_have_sex_with_a_beautiful_stranger_with/), I noted that a particularly nerve-wracking encounter made me think about refusing spur of the moment internet hookups. Well, about that…
It didn’t, and on one warm summer night, my car pulled into the driveway of a big brick split level. The neighborhood was quiet, but not a menacing sort of quiet, a sort that H.P. Lovecraft would describe as concealing a presence rather than indicating an absence. It just seemed like a calm, quiet place in general, and considering how many cops lived here, that tranquility was highly unlikely to be interrupted.
All of this was good news for me as I was ready to knock on the door of a biker couple who contacted me an hour before. Despite having a decidedly mixed experience over the prior six months with a couple (which is its own surreal story), they convinced me that I should at least meet them. They looked very rough, with a complete package of tattoos and studded leather, but were very polite and friendly, like the vast majority of bikers I’ve ever encountered.
[Group] [MF] How Sharing My GF Landed Me My Largest Client Ever – Part 1
TL;DR – Kaitlyn and I swing with our first black couple, have our first time playing without protection—the first step in landing my largest client ever. Skip to $$$$$ for sexy times.
We met Daniel and Ibukun online. They were not the first couple to reach out to us after we created our profile, but they were certainly the most intriguing. We were honest in our profile description section about being relatively new to the swinging lifestyle, and we wanted only good experiences.
I was glad to see that their profile picture wasn’t just a picture of their genitalia. Rather, it was a relatively modest swimsuit photo of them without faces. They were clearly a very good looking black couple. I had never been with a black woman before, but Kaitlyn had been with several black men in college. I certainly wasn’t opposed to the idea. After scrolling through their gallery, we were delighted to see some (tasteful) nudes, and damn, they looked good.
At first sight, it appeared that Daniel and Ibukun (we didn’t know their names yet) checked all of our boxes. They were older than us but still within 10 years of our age, they were both attractive and intelligent individuals from Nigeria, and seemed to love to travel like us.