When an Ex Texts (Day 1 of My 7 Day Smut Writing Challenge)

When your phone buzzes you don’t really pay extra attention to it. Except of course if you are expecting a message from someone special. However, 2 years into that relationship, that feeling definitely dulls down. So, when something new and exciting comes back into your life, its effect enhances.

Usually when I get a message, it’s sent by my girlfriend Sarah. We’ve been together for 2 years now and we couldn’t be happier. Or at least I thought. I really thought that we kept the spark alive, both during the day and especially in bed. I would have denied if someone said otherwise. And I saw no sign of Sarah disagreeing. We still went out for date night weekly. We still had sex at least 2 times a week without having to force anything. All while living together. I was proud of us, But I am talking in past tense.

[FFM] Beach Volleyball tournament (follow-up #4)

Hi everybody. When I wrote the first story, I never thought I would write so much follow-up! So I’ll assume you already have read the first four parts I already wrote [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xa7clt/ffgroup_beach_volleyball_tournament/), [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xjkxnu/ffm_beach_volleyball_tournament_followup/), [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xqmbl2/ff_beach_volleyball_tournament_followup_2/) and [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/z8ld0l/ff_beach_volleyball_tournament_followup_3/). But long story short: I am the friend with benefits of Elsa, my volleyball coach.

Mid October, Elsa and Jay invited me to try surfing. So Sunday morning, they came to pick up at my apartment and we drove. We had a very casual conversation. Jay mostly trying to teach me the basic of surfing. We stopped at a shop to rent me a board, a wetsuit, a life jacket, etc. And then we headed to the beach.

We all dressed up. Elsa’s wetsuit was literally perfect for her. It really made her figure looks amazing and so sexy. And Jay, too. Mine, since it was rented, was a bit ample, but nothing exaggerated. The beginning of the day, the wind/waves are not super strong, might make it perfect to learn the basic. At the end of the afternoon, things get more exciting, especially for Jay and Elsa who have been doing this for years.

My [F]riend crash at [M]ine and we had a threesome with my girl[F]riend

I (29M) am a huge man slut.

I have this friend, let’s call her A (29F) that lives quite far away from the city center and needs two hours to her office. As I live more centrally, she asked me if she could crash at my couch after her evening date in the city that ended up kinda fruitless. As a good friend I did welcome her with open arms. At the same time my gf (27F, we are in an enm-relationship and she is bi, lets call her B) was also staying at mine just to hangout so the two of them ended up meeting each other for the first time.

We stayed up till 6am just talking about life and stuff getting along very well. Only problem was that my gf had an early doctor appointment and therefore had to wake up at 9am again to go there. A went to sleep on the couch and I stayed up longer with my gf because we felt like there was no point in sleeping anymore. After B left I had a short online work meeting and had to ask my friend to change from my couch in the living room to my bed in the bedroom so that I would not bother her and vice versa.

[FM] I (M22) ran into my former elementary school girlfriend (F22) when home for Thanksgiving break.

This took place about five years ago. Still only a couple years into the bar scene, college kids in our hometown are looking for any excuse to get out and everyone hits the bars the day before Thanksgiving. It’s a great time to get together with friends we’re still in contact with, reunite with people you haven’t seen in a couple years, but mostly an excuse to blackout on $3 light beers. I had gotten together with a group of friends at our favorite local spot to start the night early and got a table near the back of the bar where we could keep an eye on the stream of people coming in, looking for familiar faces.

A couple hours had gone by, and we were well on our way to our goal of not remembering most of the night. We had commandeered a pool table and conversation varied from plans after graduation to how terrible our NFL team had gotten to “holy shit, did you see the glow up X had?” I walked up to a friend to see if he needed a refill and noticed he was talking to Taylor. She gave me a small smile and wave across the table before continuing her conversation. Nothing exciting, extremely harmless. I went to the bar, got a round of beer and shots for the table and returned, sneaking a glance up and down her before I stood next to them.

(F23) Being totally naked in public is very exciting [FM]

The day after my last story, I played with my girlfriend again and lost. So I had no choice, I had to do another sexual challenge. My partner and I like the public stuff. Exhibition, risky sex, submission…

So he asked me to roll the dice. The challenge is simple. The biggest value will be the number of clothes I can wear to go out. The smallest value will be the number of clothes I can go home with.

We were on vacation in a small village by the ocean. There are not many people at this time of year, it was really late and it was getting dark (11pm I think)

I did 5 and 2. I was reassured that I hadn’t done 1…until he told me the shoes were included. I was hoping to be able to put on a skirt and a coat but I couldn’t. I chose to go out with a skirt, heels, coat, bra and scarf. He thought I would take panties but I preferred a scarf and He liked it.

[sapphic romance] C A U G H T – my girlfriend & I try something new,

The thud-thud-thud of a driving bassline rattled me to the core, it made my lungs jump in my chest, my tummy vibrating much like my skin – I’m fucked, to say the least, Bri and I each parachuted more Molly than I’d ever really done in one night, all at once, which was to say I’d barely touched Molly. I know girls at the shelter though, girls who told me stories about it, girls who dressed like Bri was tonight regularly, were fast & loose, didn’t care what anybody thought. . . I’m not one of those girls – I’m not really a boy either though, somewhere off the binary scale, tonight I’m feeling more like a boy – especially with my special appendage, under a set of thick, baggy mom-jeans & tighter briefs.

The MC chats some shit over the bassline & the crowd goes wild, I can feel sweat practically pouring off me, my body is in a blissful state of something new, I feel hot hands on my face & only now register you’re holding it, talking to me, trying to tell me It’s time,

[F18/M18] Sundays Are For Church

This is an excerpt from a series of stories of mine I wrote for a publisher who disappeared off the face of the planet and which I’ve been wanting to revisit since that venture fell through. I hope you guys enjoy it! Any and all feedback is very much appreciated.

All the talk of Alan has Heather dreamily thinking about the boy for the rest of Saturday and well into church on Sunday morning. His family sits a few rows ahead of them and so she gets the pleasure of admiring his head of curly dark hair and when he glances around the pleasant shape of his face and those blue eyes and–

Yes, it’s puppy love. That’s what her mom calls it. But it’s been puppy love for a year. Well, on-and-off. Sure, there’s been other boys when they were on ‘break,’ dinner dates and movie nights and totally romantic kisses on her porch before they leave, but still, her heart just always comes back to Alan. And since she’s been thinking about the fact that Jeff Carter might possibily have a thing for her, she’s been a bit on.. edge. There’s a familiar warmth in her loins and a desire for satisfaction that her fingers simply can’t find.

Passer-by’s [R] delight [FM]

It’s possible to see my girlfriend’s entire living room from the public path that passes close to her ground level apartment and terrace. The big floor to ceiling windows make it possible and a culture where everyone isn’t too private in comparison to other countries. As you stroll along you can take a sneak peek into other people’s lives.
And you can peek into my girlfriend’s life.

When cuddling on the couch becomes more heated, we usually switch to the bedroom. Not this time. I am surprised as we kiss and clothes get less. I expect her to take me by the hand and lead me to the bedroom but she doesn’t this time. I am flustered a bit and in heat myself go along with it.

She likes to be on top. Ride. And so I’ll relax into the couch while she mounts me.

The couch is parallel to the living room window and I can look out. What the occasional passer by sees is a skinny fit girl with a cute little butt and her lips consuming my penis with a tight grip. Oh how I’d loved that view myself. I enjoyed the thrill of the occasional witness and more so her openness that is so unlike her.

My first JO Bud Experience In Person [MM]

Finally happened.

I’ll admit I’m not a good story teller but here goes nothing. I’m 20. Other person(s) are 25+.

I had posted on a local subreddit about finding someone as my horniness had reached intolerable levels and I was ready to embrace something new. Those posts are removed for anonymity purposes.

I got and am still getting a lot of responses but I gravitated to one of the early messages because he was clearly local and he put real effort in. After chatting for a few hours we agreed to meet up Saturday. I honestly didn’t know what to expect and was considering bailing but figured if I didn’t try once it was never going to happen.

We will call him Casey (that’s not his actual name). He was able to host because he had his own apartment. He was very insistent that we be careful because he had a girlfriend so maybe that’s why I thought he could be trusted to be discreet.

Young, Dumb but Horny

It was the early seventies. The women all wore skimpy minis and you could often see their panties. My aunt called these somewhat disrespectfully “hairnets.” In the swimming pools, topless was normal. Woman wore “bush” at that time, however. Man rarely met a woman who had a bare pussy.

One day a man about 60 years old approached me at the swimming pool and warned me – he had a somewhat unusual request. He had been watching us for a while (we were making out, as was customary at the time, and grabbing each other’s pants was nothing special) and it would please him if he could watch us “make love” for once. Before I could refuse indignantly, he offered 500 DM. I was a student at the time and this money was a monthly income for me. He gave me his phone number and I promised to call him back.