Deidrea sat on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She was half focused on her parents packing in the other room as she checked with her text messages. She was wondering if any of her highschool friends where in town for spring break, but it didn’t seem like they where. It looked like it was just going to be another boring spring break, house sitting for her parents while they took their annual cruise.
“Are you sure you will be okay?” Her mother asked while walking through the living room. “We could find you somewhere else to stay”
“No…it’s alright” Deidrea said, looking at her mother. “It’s nice being home, I can finally actually read books again”
“If you say so darling, I let Mrs. Partridge know you are going to be home for the break so if you have any issue you can run over to her place”
“Alright…I think everything will be alright though…” Deidrea said with a slight nod. “Just…another boring spring break”
“Well…feel free to use anything in the kitchen and your father is going to leave his car here and don’t feel afraid to use it”
“Alright mom” Deidrea said, just slightly annoyed.
“Just saying…you know how you like to stay in your room all day, I’m just saying, get out…do something while you are in town” Her mother said leaning on the back of the couch.
“Fine…I will…”
“Promise?” Her mother proded.
“Fine, I promise”
Tag: G-spot
[FF] I (27f) don’t even know what to call this week, but me and my domme-y gf (33f) basically took turns destroying each other.
FULL DISCLOSURE this story is LONG. Some people might say that this is actually like…5 stories in one. I, however, would argue that this was really just a week-long sexcapade occasionally interrupted by life.
So me and my GF have been exploring a new kink of hers. She likes it when I talk about how chubby she is – she said she’s been embarrassed to tell anyone before this, so she has a lot of excitement about this pent up. I can turn her into a dripping wet mess just by describing her round, wide, chubby ass, or her thick thighs or her ample breasts or well-fed tummy. She likes being called plump and fat, too, and I’ve been able to drive her into a frenzy recently by talking to her about her body like this while scratching her back or rubbing her ass. She literally goes wild for it. So at the start of this week, last Sunday, I basically sucked her soul out through her fat, round, juicy tits. We had to take breaks because the orgasms would get so intense she would get dizzy. I would overwhelm her with orgasms, then hold her close to me and talk her through everything she was feeling for 10-15 minutes when she would be ready for the next orgasmic assault on her sanity. It was delicious – I’ve never seen her so aroused in my life, and I was loving it. I’d play with her nipples while I talked to her about how much I love her plump, soft body until she’d throw her head back into the pillow, flush red, and grab onto the bed sheets for dear life. I felt SO good being able to bring her that pleasure, and knowing she trusted me enough to explore such a sensitive kink with her was also really rewarding.
[MF] I sucked my neighbor’s tits while she masturbated
This happened a couple of years ago. At the time, I was living in a large apartment building that frequently had new tenants moving in. I was coming home from work on a Friday when I noticed the door to the unit across from mine propped open. Inside I saw a cool-looking woman in her late 20s pushing some boxes around the otherwise empty apartment. I decided to introduce myself.
She was new to the area and eager to make local friends. She mentioned how thirsty moving made her but was frustrated that she couldn’t remember what box she had packed her cups in. I told her I lived across the hall and asked if she’d like a glass of water.
I would have brought her the water, but she decided to follow me across the hall. I opened the door to my studio apartment and immediately turned red when I saw that I had left a Hitachi Magic Wand out on the bed as it was charging. I made an oblique apology for not having cleaned up the place before heading to work.
Part II. I Hate-Fucked My Ex After Helping Her Move [MF, Shower, Emotion]
***Writer’s Note: This a direct continuation to ‘I Hate-Fucked My Ex After Helping Her Move’ and I believe it is best enjoyed if the first piece has been read recently. Enjoy!***
“What’s this?” I ask.
She sits up on her knees, looking down at me, a devilish smile on her face.
“That’s your key.”
I lift myself up on my elbows, grabbing the envelope as it slips down my side. “Are you serious? You want me to move in with you?”
“Well…I mean…” She searches for the right words, “Not today or anything. Some day, yeah, maybe. It just feels right to me, you know?”
I flick the envelope with my fingers a few times. “I don’t know.”
She looks away from me and starts to rub her elbow. “I get it. It’s kind of a lot.”
“I’m not saying no.” She stops rubbing. A small smile comes back to her face.
“You just need to think about it. That’s fair. I get it.”
“Yeah.” I say it gently. Her eyes light up when I say it. She leans down and kisses me, rubbing her nose across mine when she pulls back.
The Stunning Redheaded Soccer Mom Ch..5 [MF]
I posted chapters 4 and 5 today. So if you missed Ch. 4, you may want to go back and read it before continuing here.
If you haven’t ready any of this story, you may want to start at the beginning.
[Ch. 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u8u4ny/the_stunning_redheaded_soccer_mom_ch_4_mf/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)
The beginning: [Ch. 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tyk0ob/the_stunning_redheaded_soccer_mom_ch_1_mf/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)
Ch. 5
We exchanged flirty, and dirty, messages for the next several days. I couldn’t wait to see her Monday.
There weren’t any video chats, but a few suggestive photos, some favorites were one from her POV with panties down around her thighs and a wet hand, another with her sitting, legs crossed and panties hanging off an ankle.
On Monday, I had cleared my afternoon schedule. I scheduled my last meeting to be a call I could handle while driving to the neighboring city. She chose this mall because hopefully there would be a lower chance of running into someone either of us knew. And she said the ladies working at the stores in our town know her and would know I am not her husband.
Strangers On A Train (MF) (Long)
Breaking my erotic literature vaginity, let me know what you think.
Being a little behind schedule the boy started to run up the station steps as he heard the growing hum of the incoming Metro train, which would take him back to the University campus on the outskirts of town. He was an exchange student who would study in the University but also experience the culture that the city had to offer before returning home a year later. Slightly out of breath he reached the platform just as the train was arriving and stood there regaining his composure.
The train was much busier than usual for the time of day and evidently, with no spare seats, he had to stand in the vestibule near the door along with a small group of girls. They were obviously locals and one of them had been taking her younger brother out for the day, but wanting to lighten the burden, had brought her friends with her to chat and relax in their shorts and skirts under the warm summer sun, maybe even study a little if it was necessary. By chance they were now all heading back to the University initially as strangers but with the opportunity to lightly interact with each other in the carriage.
I Hate-Fucked My Ex After Helping Her Move [MF, Emotion, Dubious Consent, Rough Sex]
***Writer’s note: This is a long one. It gets heavy, and it gets hot, and it might not be for everyone. But if you’re willing to brave these waters, dear reader, then by all means, pour yourself a drink and find some place comfy. Let’s begin.***
I parked in front of her new apartment complex. Grass, trees, stucco exterior. Standard fair for the southwest. A bomb would probably cause less damage to this little community than its newest tennant. Or maybe I was just being hyperbolic.
“What the fuck am I doing?” I mutter to myself as I kill the engine. I open my door and climb out, and then I see her in person for the first time in six years. She comes around from behind the little U-Haul trailer she’s hitched to the back of her car, a smile beaming in my direction.
“Oh my god, can I hug you!?” she calls out from across the parking lot. She hurries to close the distance and before I can stutter out a reply she has her arms around my shoulders, her cheek pressed to mine. “It’s been so long.”
“Yeah…” I say. No shit, I think to myself.
Teased and Taken at a Sexy Party [NC, female POV, MFMFMF+F, footwear, anal play] Act 1
My roommate Darla runs these lingerie and sex toy home parties as a side hustle. I imagine it’s similar to other product demo parties, a gaggle of wine drunk girlfriends passing dildos around, tasting flavoured lube, and giggling profusely. I’m sure it’s a good time.
So when she burst in the door this afternoon, in full panic, begging me to fill in because she’d double booked herself, I agreed.
“Scarlet, you’re the *best*. You don’t even have to brush up on the products. You’ll be paired with one of my co-hosts, Curtis. He’s great, you’ll love him. You just need to show up, model the outfits and accessories, and be your gorgeous self!”
As promised, Curtis was a delight. When he came to pick me up from our apartment, we laughed and chatted a bit before Darla waved us off with a string of thank you’s, and assured Curtis I would be the perfect replacement model. He cranked the music as we drove over to the boujie side of down, pumped for some good times. The party was being held at this **gorgeous mansion** for three rich couples hosting a *risqué* night in.
Online lovers meet for the first time (M+F)
I was flying across the country to meet a woman I’d met online only a few short months ago and the anxiety of going this far to meet a stranger had my insides doing flips. The fasten seat belts sign lit up and brought with it a momentary distraction from my plight as I clicked my buckle together and listened to the captain tell us we were nearing our arrival. A few short minutes later and the rough jolt of the wheels striking the tarmac told me i was here.
As I hopped off the plane amid the chaos I powered on my phone and sent her a text, her reply came only a few moments later. Baggage claim, she was waiting in baggage claim. I took a deep breath to steady myself and made my way through the crowd, a mix of excitement and nerves running through my body like electricity. She was easy to spot, a stunning brunette , standing there looking as nervous as I felt. Her eyes caught mine and she smiled, lighting up her already beautiful face and casting any memory of the nerves I had far into my subconscious. I closed the short gap between us and in one quick motion easily wrapped my arms around her and lifted her into the air as she laughed and wrapped hers around my neck.
The Nighttime School For Sluts [MF]
Lacie grew up different from everyone else. Her mind constantly racing, her body never fully satisfied. She never knew why she had those thoughts, or why she gave into her urges. She just did.
At the age of 18, she was admitted to the Nighttime School For Sluts (NSFS), where she signed away any right to her bodily autonomy. During the day she was a studious university student, achieving top marks across the board. Recognised by faculty as a future bright star. But as the sun set, she had to follow strict orders. Giving herself to the night and whoever may be aroused just by her presence.
Admission to the NSFS was difficult. The Challenge, as it was colloquially known, was an arduous road of missions that most simply couldn’t handle. This is the story of her admission and the slutty feats which earned her the highest honours amongst newly indoctrinated sluts.
Rumours swirled around campus about the nature of the challenges. Everyone had heard that a friend of a friend had to do something entirely unbecoming and even then was still denied admission. But part of the Club Rules, were that details of The Challenge for each applicant could not be leaked to outsiders. Even though everyone spoke in hushed tones, trying to find out the juicy details, it seldomly escaped the knowledge of the NSFS executive.