My first experience with another guy; happened on a Friday night in June. It was hot outside and I had invited Katie and Trent over to drink and hang out. I was standing outside in just basketball shorts and boxers. She got out of her car and gave me a kiss and we walked up the stairs. I warned them it was hot upstairs (in my room) and Trent said “damn it is hot” as we both grabbed a cold beer and Katie made a drink. He put the beer and vodka in the fridge. As we walked into my room from the kitchen he took off his shirt leaving on shorts on. I started to kiss Katie a little helping her take off her tank top leaving her bikini top on with her jean shorts on. We all sat on the bed and I got the deck of cards. We started to play strip poker. We started with Trent and Katie were still wearing their clothes. But after a few hands Katie had lost her shorts and was just in her bikini. Trent and I were both in our boxers. Katie said “How about truth or dare?” I was on my 6th beer and Trent was on his forth. I had lost count of how many drinks Katie was on but she was definitely feeling the buzz. We started to play and went through a few personal truth questions and then Katie started off the dares, she had put her shorts back on but was still in her bikini top. Trent and I just remained wearing only our boxers. Katie had dared me to lick whip cream off her nipples so I did as Trent watched. You could definitely tell both of us, were enjoying this game from the erections trying to poke through our boxers. Then I dared her to lick it off mine, she licked the whip cream slowly and kissed my lips (only turning me on more). She chose truth but then dared Trent to lick it off my chest and he seemed a little nervous about it but he did it (just for fun). She then dared me to lick it off his nipples. It didn’t feel awkward because we both were just doing it because she wanted us to. It seemed to me she was really trying to see some guy-on-guy action. ???
Tag: Girlfriend
A night to last a lifetime [m/f] (light dom, tickling, bj)
Where to begin? This is a confession of the second most amazing night with a woman that I’ve ever had. And she was not my wife.
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A little background. I am happily married to the love of my life. When we met, just out of college, we were full of lust as well as love, and went at it all the time, including some light dom/sub play. After a few years we began raising a family.
And then her depression happened. It was bad. Really bad. Crazy stuff. Suicide watch stuff. Hospitalization stuff. I stuck with her the whole time, incredibly straining as it was for our relationship and well-being. And we made it. After much trial and error with multiple pharmacologists and therapists, we found the combination of drugs that would keep her healthy and happy and sane. And… would also obliterate her sex drive.
Mind you, I’d rather have a sane, happy wife than a sex-crazed, bipolar one, so yeah, she’ll be on those drugs forever. And yet. I have needs. After all, the most amazing single night I ever had was a hormone-steeped dozen-orgasm sleepless night in a dorm room with an insatiable long-distance girlfriend. Those days were long gone, but regular ‘maintenance’ is still required, and though my wife felt bad about losing her libido, rarely was she motivated to help out. For me, that left only nights fapping to porn as the remaining alternative, right? Right?
[F/M] Power Reversal: She Squirted in My Face
I’ll always remember the girl who came in my face several times in one night. It’s funny, because I initially wasn’t attracted to her. Sure, we often flirted at work, but practically everyone at the restaurant flirted with one another. She just wasn’t my type. I was the type to go home and read books while she went out to party. To me, our interactions were fun, but nothing more.
I was in a relationship, but when my girlfriend and I broke up, she wasted no time expressing interest in me. She asked me out to a bar when we got out of work one night. I agreed, mainly because my previous plans for the night involved camping out in front of a TV screen, searching for heart pieces in the *Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess*. A rebound fuck was just what I needed.
I hate to sound cocky, because in reality, I’m an average looking guy, but I *knew* this girl wanted me. She was hot, but I didn’t find her intellectually stimulating. Personally, I value an adventurous mind over a hot body, but as it turned out, I was judging a book by its cover.
Tossed Salad or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Anal Play! (mf) [Long]
This is the continuing story of my lovely girlfriend and my sexual exploration of each others’ body, set a few months after our last game night story. Details have been changed slightly, per usual, to protect those involved. The setup on this one isn’t nearly so long as the previous story (you’re welcome?).
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I sat on the couch reflecting on what a spectacular weekend this had been together. We had decided that we needed a weekend getaway, so, after work on Friday, we headed up to one of our favorite little towns to relax and get away. We were staying in a romantic little house that we’d not been to previously, which afforded us more privacy than a hotel room, while still being close enough to walk to the cute little downtown. We had made our own dinner the first night, had a bit of wine to go with it (as you do on romantic weekends), then decided we’d try out my “new and improved” Sexy Battleship game [see previous post for the “Original” Sexy Battleship].
White and Pink Paisley. [Fm] [inc]
White and pink paisley.
That was all I could think about on the drive home from school.
How badly I wanted to pull out my phone out to get a third, fourth, fifth look at the picture Leslie texted me just before the end of class. It wasn’t much, just a hint of the soft skin of her inner thighs right up the hemline of her white and pink panties. Just enough to get the idea of what I was looking at. Just enough to leave me rock hard and dying for release. Sadly, I had to get home–strict parents and whatnot–so it was hands on the wheel and eyes on the road. But fuck how my mind was racing.
Pulling into the driveway I noticed my sister’s car was gone (recent college grad, stuck at home due to the shitty job market) as was my mother’s. Not entirely unusual, but typically my mom stuck around in the afternoon’s to “make sure I didn’t get into trouble,” as if I was still a little kid. (In my defense, the time I set a part of the garage on fire was an honest accident and no one got hurt. Yes, the lawnmower was destroyed but it was a piece of shit anyway.)
[F/F] Finally giving my neighbor a taste
Erica was a feisty, hyper ball of energy. Short, maybe 5 foot with a petite frame and modest breasts, but big hips and a plump but firm ass and short but toned legs. Her dyed hair changed between shades of brown to dark red and occasionally purple highlights depending on the week and she had somewhat of an artsy look with a pierced septum and ears. She was 26 but had a babyface and could have passed for 18 with juicy, full lips. She had one of those voices that always seemed excited and inquisitive like she just drank two cups of coffee. She was cute, not sexy, but had an adorable personality which was hard to pin as either bluntly flirtatious or playfully sarcastic and goofy.
She lived a few doors down in our townhouse community and I’d see her on weekends coming home with her girlfriend holding hands (I wouldn’t have known she was a lesbian if not for that). I didn’t have air conditioning and spent most of my downtime relaxing on my porch. I moved in during early spring and shed often stop by on her way home from jogging to make small talk if she saw me on the porch, occasionally joining me for tea a few minutes.
[M/F] Kind of cheated on my girlfriend with my step sister…
So this happened less than a week ago. Sounds like a clickbait-y buzzword kind of /r/gonewildstories title, but this is 100% true.
My and my stepsister’s parents have been together for a few years but don’t live together, so I rarely see her. We’re both 18, both still in high school, and both get along really well, but I’ve never really felt any sexual tension, despite the fact that she’s 10/10 model gorgeous. She kind of has this hippie/hipster blonde chick thing going on that I usually wouldn’t go for, but works really well for her.
Anyway, we were recently on vacation and watched a movie in her room with both our siblings. She was wearing a big loose shirt and loose cottony shorts. I fell asleep about halfway through the movie and woke up to find her sister asleep next to me and her still awake, scrolling through her social media. Everyone else had returned to their rooms.
Watching my girlfriend fuck another woman with a strap-on [mfmf]
Let’s start by just saying that my girlfriend Alex (u/bittenthrowaway) and I are swingers.
I’m in my mid-thirties, fairly athletic for most of my life, but was never exactly much of a lady-killer. I was always pretty firmly stuck in the friend-zone…you know, the guy a beautiful girl would ask for a ride home from the bar with absolutely no chance or thought of being invited inside for another drink. I guess karma is real, though, because over the last few months, I have experienced some amazing sexual encounters that most men only get to see in porn. This is our story (written together) of our most recent adventures with another couple that has become our friends with benefits.
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“Where am I gonna put this?” Alex asked me. “We can’t just walk in with it, and it’s too big to go in my purse.”
“Whatever,” I smiled. “I’ll just hold it in my hand when we walk in. It would be pretty funny.”
Finally, Alex took the giant purple dildo and attached harness, wrapped it in a grocery bag, and shoved it in her purse…as much of it that could fit anyway, saying, “I’m gonna need a few drinks before I’ll have the courage to put this on.”
Our first time swinging [MF/MF]
We’ve posted a story here before about a past experience but wanted to share another one as well. Here’s the previous story….
https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/42gz5h/winter_storm_foursome_mfmf/
Now on to the new story. As we started our sexual exploration, we weren’t really sure where to start looking for other like minded couples. The obvious answer was posting an ad in the Casual Encounters section on Craigs List. We tried a handful of times but always received very curt one liners or gratuitous dick pics. Even from the beginning, we were looking for other couples that we were compatible with on a personality level before even thinking about jumping into the bedroom.
Anyways, two summers ago, we put an ad up on Craigs List looking for another couple to grab a drink with on a random Friday night. We received an actual thoughtful reply from another couple wondering if we might be interested in getting drinks later that night. After a handful of email exchanges, we decided to meet them at a local bar around 9pm.
Bug me not (FF) (very long) (part fiction)
There’s this coworker who just wouldn’t stop coming on to me. It would have been nice, except we both are women. I do have a share of a past lesbian experience-slash-relationship which I considered to be a “phase” however it had been haunting me since it began. I love the attention I’m getting but it just wouldn’t work out with me. As her advances drive me insane, I thought of writing what I would have wanted to do as opposed to actually doing it. Hopefully this could get it off my system, somewhat.
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It’s my application day, and I thought I looked appropriate for a plump 30-year old lady. Wearing my favorite button-down blouse tucked in my sleek fitting slacks, I thought I’d be able to land this job easily. Being a professional starting private practice needing a bump up in daily expenditure, I sure could use this extra job. I was set for a teaching demo that will decide if I get (officially) to be hired as a teacher. I was standing outside the room and this other lady approached me. I suspected she was a bit older than me or at least the same age as I. She was petite, hair tied back in a bun, wearing thick-rimmed glasses, chiffon blouse tucked in her skinny jeans, clutching what appeared to be a bunch of folders. She stopped in front of me and asked me what my name was. I said, “I’m Joey.” And she said, “Joey what?” I responded, “Joey Black” and she said, I’ll see more of you, Joey Black.”
I didn’t know why but she pissed the crap out of me and each moment I saw her since.