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The start of my comeback [M][FF] (Voyeurism, Gentle Femdom, Lesbian Sex, Exhibition, Breakfast)

This is the first part of the story about how I became the luckiest bastard in the world thanks to two of the most vivacious and carnal woman I’ve ever met. This story spans about a year and in that time I went from an awkward reclusive nerd to a confident somewhat charming nerd living with two wonderful partners. This part of the story contains some gentle female domination, voyeurism and lesbian sex that starts at the ***Sex starts here*** I wouldn’t blame you for skipping ahead. This next section is really long.

At the time my story begins I was a few years out of college and was completely lost about my life direction. I was working crappy retail jobs and just barely scraping a living while depression and mental health issues swallowed up my life until I felt utterly hopeless. On top of that I’ve never been a small person, I stand about 6’ 2” and am fairly heavy set which never really bothered me but years of eating my feelings and sitting around for long hours in front of a computer turned me from cuddly and lovable into just gross and fat. Read more »

Five Years of Film School Stories: The girl I was seeing jerked me off for a couple of girls at a party. [MFF]+F

Alright, let’s keep this story train going. This is the second story I’m sharing about my five years in California in film school and beyond. (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6vukj7/five_years_of_film_school_stories_fucking_the/).

To reiterate: I’m white, 6′ 3″, dark hair, athletic build (I’ve been told I have a “swimmer’s body”), and have an above-average cock. I’m not the most handsome guy in the universe, but people seem to find me attractive enough, so that works for me.

So, I was seeing Rachel (sexy smile, 5’11”, dark skin, small perky tits, high plump ass, and legs for days) and we had fooled around with her roommate, Robin the actress. Things escalated from there between the three of us, but I’m going to take an aside and tell another Rachel story before getting to the really good stuff. Yep, I’m making you wait.

The grad film school I went to operated like a mini-film studio. Everything was collaborative and involved the same processes we would be going through when we started working in the industry. Producers met with writers who pitched stories to directors who got cines, sound people, and the rest together for film projects. This led to extremely long days, close proximity, and some intense parties. This story is about one such party. Read more »

Shameful, Secluded Ravishment [Anal][Feminization][MM][Humliation] [xpost from a /r/dirtywritingprompts request]

I’d just turned eighteen the day before my flight crashed. Brett, the boy I crashed with, was nineteen. The flight was nearly empty and we’d been the only two in the back of the plane; it had broken free of the rest and we’d somehow glided and crashed in water. There had been a storm. It was deep wilderness. We had no idea where. We walked for seven days without finding the rest of the plane or anyone else. It seemed like we were maybe somewhere in Alaska–mountains and verdant forest stretching across what seemed like the whole world. We survived on water and very little food. On the seventh day we found the cabin. We figured it was some wealthy hunter’s cabin. The place was stocked with food, drinks, fuel, toiletries, a generator. It had pretty much everything you’d need to survive in the wilderness–except a functioning radio, any maps, or a compass. We settled into waiting it out for someone to find us in the cabin. Read more »

Shameful, Secluded Ravishment [Anal][Feminization][MM][Humliation] (from a /r/dirtywritingprompts request)

I’d just turned eighteen the day before my flight crashed. Brett, the boy I crashed with, was nineteen. The flight was nearly empty and we’d been the only two in the back of the plane; it had broken free of the rest and we’d somehow glided and crashed in water. There had been a storm. It was deep wilderness. We had no idea where. We walked for seven days without finding the rest of the plane or anyone else. It seemed like we were maybe somewhere in Alaska–mountains and verdant forest stretching across what seemed like the whole world. We survived on water and very little food. On the seventh day we found the cabin. We figured it was some wealthy hunter’s cabin. The place was stocked with food, drinks, fuel, toiletries, a generator. It had pretty much everything you’d need to survive in the wilderness–except a functioning radio, any maps, or a compass. We settled into waiting it out for someone to find us in the cabin. Read more »

[MF] I always knew there was something between me and my friends mom.

My name is John Hill and I have been friends with Dan Miles for as long as I could remember. When I was a child the Miles household was like a second home to me. His father, mother and sister Greg, Sarah, and Lucy were like a second family.

It was the summer before my freshman year of college. As my summer days were coming to a close I started spending a lot of time at Dan’s house to hang out with him before college started. A lot of the times I would crash on the couch in their living room. I would usually be awaken by my friend’s mother in the morning when she started watching her morning TV. Dan and Greg would often be out of the house before then as they went to work together.

The particular morning started like any other. It was just about a bit after eight when I heard the TV get turned on. I slowly forced myself to wake up. “Good morning John.” Sarah said to me, smiling as I stood and stretched.

“Morning.” I forced through a yawn. Read more »

My College Years – Part 1 – Chapter 2 [M] [ANY]

* **[My College Years – Part 1 – Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6uk6kt/my_college_years_part_1_chapter_1_m_any/)**
* **My College Years – Part 1 – Chapter 2**

I had just dozed off when my phone buzzed in my lap five times in quick succession, causing my cock to stir to life. *“UGH!”* I groaned asking myself who would be texting me at 2pm on a Friday. Everyone else is in class, at work, or too lazy to even be awake right now. My eyes were a big hazy, and my mind groggy as I unlocked my phone. Pulling down the notification screen, I saw that Sandy had been the reason for this rude awakening, and its unintentional effect on my now partially erect cock. Sandy had sent me two photos of what appeared to be legal speak with signature lines half way down the second page. The other two buzzes were messages that confirmed where she got the legal papers from.

**Sandy:** *Hey sorry about that, I drove over to Mitchell’s place to ask him to write that contract for me. At first he was reluctant, and thought that you were taking advantage of me and my family’s money, but then I told him that it was my idea, and assured him that you had done everything in your power to try to refuse the payments.* Read more »

Our first swinger party [MF]

First of all, not only was this our first Lifestyle party, but it was our first opportunity to socialize outside of work related and kids related events in five years. Boy were we both rusty. We are also not swinger, just swinger-curious

Driving up into the bautiful mountains of Paradise Valley, AZ really set the mood. Our first Lifestyle event was a Mansion Party at a beautiful place with incredible views which were only enhanced by a summer monsoon that was slowly creeping in adding an impressive lightning storm to the already breath taking views. The hosts did an amazing job choosing this place. I must add, they were as impressive. A very good looking couple.

My husband was wearing some nice jeans and short. I was wearing a black one piece jump suit. It was a short suit stopping just below my thigh. If I bent over my pussy would be fully displayed as I was not wearing underwear. The front was a deep V that stopped just above my naval. The only thing keeping my tits from falling out was a string that laced from the bottom of the V and stopped in the middle of my bust line. Read more »

My Second Jobud Experience [MM]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6s29vn/my_first_jobud_experience_mm/?st=J69YK18I&sh=3329d1c3)

After that first experience (and a decent amount of time questioning my sexuality) we had another session at his house a couple weeks later while revisiting his father’s porn. It wasn’t nearly as exciting, as we didn’t strip completely naked and instead of jerking in his bathroom, where we had a great view, we sat on his bed. I could hardly see his shaft because he was stroking it while holding a wad of tissues. I still blew a load, but overall the experience was disappointing. I wondered if we would ever reach the intensity of our first time.

About a week after that, Matt was at my house hanging out. My family was away at my brother’s baseball tournament and we were beyond bored. Matt, always on the hunt for porn, suggested we look for porn in my parents’ bedroom. Of course I had already searched high and low through my father’s stuff and found nothing. But Matt thought outside the box: he looked in the drawer on my *mother’s* side of the bed and sure enough, two copies of Penthouse and The Joy of Sex book. We grabbed them and went up to my room. The pics in the book were surprisingly hot, and before long, I could feel my cock stirring as we paged through the book together. Matt was turned on too and we switched to the Penthouses, each of us taking one as we sat on my floor, leaning against my bed. Read more »

A trip to the (nudist) beach [FM]

With a short lull between conventions, uni finished, and life at home being decidedly boring, earlier this week I found myself browsing some of Craigslist’s more “interesting” areas for the first time in ages – I wasn’t really expecting to find anything and wasn’t motivated enough to post myself, but I figured there are worse ways of spending half an hour or so with nothing better to do.

Amongst all of the usual affair, one advert stood out and caught my eye – a man looking for someone to accompany him to a nudist beach. This isn’t something I’d ever even really thought about before, but my exhibitionist curiosity was piqued and so I found myself sending a message. I quickly received a response, and after some e-mail back and forth we moved our conversation to another online app. Frankly, we hit it off straight away – he was intelligent, polite and funny, and as a guy in his late-40s his penchant for younger girls matched my interest in older men. We talked extensively and eventually made arrangements to meet on the next sunny day to head to the beach he knew of, only to find the day we were hoping for good weather turned out to be rather less sunny that hoped – thankfully, the next day turned out to be good weather, so the plan was on. Read more »