Give and Take, Part 1 [F/M] [Femdom] [Pegging] [Mature]

WARNINGS: Includes homophobic/transphobic language. This is Part 1 of 4.

Two days ago, Natalie had woken up with a pounding headache and chills, fully in the grip of the flu. The timing could hardly have been worse.

Granted, she had plenty of PTO left at work, no upcoming appointments she couldn’t reschedule, and her son and his wife had finally decided to sleep train the baby—yes, *they* had been nothing but gracious about the news—had even sent her a bouquet of flowers, thank-you note attached. They sat wilting in a vase in the hallway.

In other news, Tom had been sent to the store that afternoon to restock on Nyquil and honey lozenges, and come back with two bottles of wine. He plunked them down on the coffee table–littered with the corpses of several dozen Kleenex–and spoke first, with an air of forced casualness. “Want a glass?”

Natalie did not, in fact, want a glass. Her head was pounding so hard, it felt like her skull was forcing its way out of her skin. She’d spent the last 48 hours wrapped in several blankets on the family room couch, drifting in and out of consciousness while marathoning the Great British Baking Show. *Must it* really *be now?* she asked the universe, but pasted a smile on her face anyway. “Sure, dear. Just a splash.”

[MF] I had sex with my best friend’s Girlfriend, and I’m extremely conflicted about it.

This story is really fresh in my memory, and I am still dealing with the emotional consequences. However, it was by far the hottest sex I’ve ever had in my life, and I need to tell people about it. All the names in this story have been changed have been changed.

Let’s start with the context. About three years ago, I moved from the United States to the Netherlands, where I attended University. When I first arrived I had a lot of trouble meeting people, as I was fresh out of high school, and generally awkward. A couple weeks after I arrived, I had the good fortune to meet Percy. Percy and I had a lot in common, and we immediately hit it off. He was another nerdy, awkward dude. He was a couple years older than me, and he took me under his wing, introducing me to his friend group (which included the woman who would be my first girlfriend) and kick started my social life. Beyond that, he insisted that I come over to his apartment at least once a week for a proper meal, and generally helped me adjust to my new country. He helped me survive my first year there, and I still owe him a tremendous debt of gratitude.

somehow i [F] ended up being used by two older couples [group]

I’ve been wanting to tell this story but always found it a little overwhelming to recall the whole thing.

Anyway, I always had friends older than me growing up, and when I was in college sometimes I’d just need to escape to the city and see some older, more sane, friends. These particular friends had been dating since they were in high school, did long distance going to college and now were living together in a city apartment while they raise their cats and plants (like essentially my dream). April has been my friend since I was in middle school and was pretty close with Marcus too. She was more outgoing, really friendly while he was more reserved and kind of nervous. But they’re both cute and both have a lot of sex.

April told me when they moved to the city they started going to these swinger parties and invited me as their guest to one. I had had my share of “accidental” threesomes and one orgy so I was like, very excited to have planned group sex.

The Camgirl Part XLV: An Ultimatum [Plot] [unresolved sexual tension]

**XLV: Blake**

Blake took a deep breath as she stepped out of the elevator onto Liam’s floor. She’d been here before, but…

Blake took another deep breath, turning down the hall toward Liam’s door. As she walked, she tried to ignore her stomach as it flipflopped around.

*I don’t have anything to be nervous about. This is Liam. He was my friend first. He liked me enough to hang out with me when I made it clear there was zero chance of anything sexual happening. That means he’ll want me, right? He won’t reject me?*

Blake had to swallow the lump that formed in her throat at that last thought. She stopped in front of Liam’s door, just staring at it for a moment before she raised a trembling hand and knocked on the door.

*Fuck, even my stupid knock is nervous.*

Blake heard some muffled talking from inside, then a call of “It’s open!”

Frowning—she didn’t think that was Liam’s voice—Blake twisted the doorknob. She hesitated, taking another deep breath before pushing into the room.

[F]irst fuck of my first solo vacation [FM] [public] [long]

Long time lurker and admirer, first time poster. This is a throwaway account, obviously. You probably shouldn’t message me, but if you really fucking need to, ask first.

**Background** – skip to the bolded story below if you just want the story. I’m in my late 20s, I’m athletic, tall, with red hair and green eyes. Essentially, I’m a smokeshow and completely humble about it. I’ve only been a self-identified equal-opportunity slut for about a year now; before that, I was dealing with debilitating anxiety, repressed sexuality and internalized homophobia from a conservative/evangelical upbringing among other things. Sexy, right? But with some therapy and a commitment to reprogramming my internal monologue, I’m proud to say I’m not only a stupid slut, but a fucking happy and successful slut, too.

I had always had debilitating social anxiety, but with my new outlook on life I decided to do something I found terrifying – traveling to a foreign country alone. I decided on Berlin since it’s relatively cheap, most people speak English, it has a always-burgeoning nightlife/queer/kink scene, and their sexy stance on public nudity. Since getting emotionally healthy and happy, my horniness has gone from barely existent to 14 year old boy. I want to have sex. Period. At any time, basically anywhere – I wanted to be fucked. Naturally, I wanted this vacation to be a total fuckfest. And a fuckfest it was. This is one of the stories.

[MF] My first Tinder hookup with Mona part 2

Part 1, if you wanna read it: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dmuyd0/mf_the_story_of_my_first_tinder_hookup_and_one_of/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dmuyd0/mf_the_story_of_my_first_tinder_hookup_and_one_of/)

To recap: After not having any fun with Tinder, I met Mona: a 44-year old redheaded divorcee with crazy good hips and big tits. I seriously with I could show y’all pictures because I still think about her sometimes. I’ve been with 22-year olds that weren’t as hot. Anyways, we texted for over a month before we met up, and when we finally did we got straight to it. She rode me until I came, unprotected, inside her (which I had never done before). When I left off, I had just had an absolutely earthshaking orgasm into her, which had triggered her own.

We sat there for a moment, with me in a completely fucked-out haze. My dick was still making a few residual twitches and she was sitting upright looking both satisfied and more than a little pleased with herself. She took my hands, which had moments ago been death-gripping her ass, and gently slid them up her waist and to her tits. As I came back to my senses, she finally was the first to speak.

“Wow, you must have been really pent up.”

Bridesmaid Takes the Groom

The Day We Met
She was as hot as the summer day I met her. When she walked in to the room I immediately noticed her luscious brown hair, gorgeous smile, and tempting body. Oh that body- her perfectly shaped breasts, slim waist, and amazing ass. She was dressed in the tightest jeans, a small black tube top, hair in a pony-tail and was glistening in the hot sun. She was the girl next door that everyone wanted to have their way with; she was my future wife’s best friend.
This was the first time I met Mia. I heard from others that she loved to party, get drunk and have sloppy sex with anyone she deemed worthy. I was stunned by her beauty. I could not help but stare at her. I had barely met Mia, but I knew I wanted so much more.
Our first exchange was simple enough. Nothing out of the ordinary, just the usual formalities. I barely heard what she said because I was fantasizing about her. What was she like in bed? Is she a moaner? Does she like it rough? Does she swallow? Then I thought to myself “She was Katie’s best friend, I’m just an average looking guy, nothing spectacular about me, there was no chance I would have anything with her.” I was so wrong and had no idea what I was about to get myself into.
Drunk Texts
A few months had passed. Mia and I began talking on social media. She was so easy to talk to, so much fun, and I wanted her more than ever. We started to flirt a little, but I thought it was just innocent fun and then one night it all changed.
We were texting back and forth, both of us slightly drunk, when she began complaining about her boyfriend. Mia had been dating the same guy on and off for seven years. She says she was in love with him, but he had cheated on her several times. My first thought was “How could someone cheat on her? She was the sexiest woman I had ever seen.” She went on to tell me that she felt so attached to him

Guys and Dolls [M] straight

It all started as gag gifts. My girlfriend (now fiancée) Hayley had the tiniest Chihuahua I ever saw. It was like a long, scrawny potato that yapped. As a joke, I learned how to crochet and made an ugly Christmas sweater for her Chihuahua. She showed it to her friends – all of them, I guess, online friends, friends at work, friends at church. I think she showed it to strangers – people at the supermarket, people at the gym, anyone who didn’t get away fast enough. Then she posted pics online. That is how it all started, a gag gift for my girl’s tiny dog.

I had to start a business to keep up with the requests. I’m that Mr. Nice Guy who doesn’t tell people no. Could I crochet a sweater for your lizard? Sure! Could I crochet a willy warmer for your boyfriend? Sure! Could I crochet nipple warmers for your sister? Sure!

At first, I didn’t even charge for the stuff I made, but it got to the point where I was spending a lot of time researching and figuring out how to make all these custom things. I thought I needed something for my time. I started my business, worked up how to charge for various items, and worked on basic designs for things that might be repeats. “Hooked on Gags” was the name I went with.

[MMF] Dave and Jessica finally fuck

We met Dave on Craigslist, back in the days before they banned the personal ads. He was a stocky guy, several years younger than us. We exchanged a lot of messages and photos before finally meeting him for a drink. Jessica wore a tight-fitting shirt that nicely showed off her cleavage. The three of us got along very well. When Jessica teasingly inched-down the zipper on the front of her shirt, Dave’s eyes widened with excitement. We agreed to find a good night for us to all meet up in a hotel and have some fun. On that night, we booked a suite at a hotel near where he worked and Ubered over to meet him at a restaurant. We had a couple of drinks and then hopped in his car and drove over to the hotel. Once we were inside, I got everyone drinks and announced that I was going to take a shower. I was so excited that this was finally happening! I found out later that while I was in the shower, Jessica and Dave were all over each other, making out, groping each other, and had their hands in each other’s pants. Of course I didn’t know that until later, since when I got out of the shower wrapped in a towel, they were both just sitting innocently where I left them. I suggested that we move into the bedroom. Dave took a quick shower and came out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Multiple Scoregasms [Free-use lite/Orgy world]

Fuck!” I gasped after jumping over the bench, which had been laid on it’s side, to act as the makeshift “boards”. “That one in the pink is fucking fast, eh.”

Katie nodded in agreement as she gulped from her water bottle.

I had been a part of the Multiple Scoregasms for three years now. The league was billed as “gym class for adults”. It was pretty much right on the nose. Every week our team of nine (if everyone showed) meets up at the South Regina athletic centre and plays a different gym class-level sport. Last week it was dodge ball; this week it’s floor hockey. It might seem juvinile or geeky, but whatever, fuck the haters, after a long day of sitting around at work, its pretty fun to be able to run around and sweat and play for ninety minutes. Most of the people in the league are pretty chill, you know, just there to have some fun. Ages can go as high as forty or as young as eighteen, but for the most part it was bored, childless, late twenties/early thirties-ish, nerdy, couples.