My soldier of the night (MF)

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This is my first attempt at releasing something I wrote, so please tell me how you like it. Would love some feedback. Enjoy!!

So I’m American military, what I do and what branch is unimportant, but I will tell you I’m currently outside the US. We’re apparently doing important NATO things with important NATO countries. Honestly, most of the time it’s pretty boring. Although I do get to meet some pretty cool people from different places. This is a story of one of those people.

For a while when I first got here, no one was quite sure what to do with me. I didn’t really have a job, then someone went home and I took his spot. That meant I started getting off work at about 2am local. Part of our dining facility is open 24 hours a day so I would stop and grab something to eat on the way back to my room. All of this means that I am awake at really the only quiet time on the base. All the late sleepers are definitely out by 2:30 and the early risers don’t really start getting up until around 4am. Don’t get me wrong, there’s still stuff going on, but it’s about as quiet as it gets.

Captor and clients. [Mf][MMMMf][NonCon][episodic][OC]

Knowing what’s coming didn’t make it any better. If anything the quaking anticipation of reliving yesterday made the agonizing more profound. 

Breakfast came through the slot. Wheat toast and some fruit. There was a time when they’d used starvation as a tool to make Jenna compliant. Nearly two weeks without food and she had debased herself in ways she wouldn’t have been able to imagine before being brought to this place. Now her compliance was bought with relative comfort. At first her existence had been four cement walls and a sloping floor with a drain in the center. Now she had a twin bed, thick carpets and her own toilet. She wasn’t sure if it was intentional but she was rarely assaulted in her quarters anymore. 

Getting Hot By The Ca[M]p[F]ire

A couple of weekends ago I headed deep into the mountains with a group of friends to camp in the wild.

The first morning I heard a rustling sound off in the distance, a familiar labored breathing. I looked over and saw rhythmic movements and the stretching of hips.

A hot 20-something hippie was doing yoga – alone with nature. She’s one of the few in the group that I didn’t really know … yet.

That afternoon several of us went off on side-by-sides to play in the mud. One of them got stuck so all the dudes used their muscles to work it out.

That means I was pretty damn dirty (and things were about to get dirtier). Back at camp, I stripped down and cleaned off under a shower bag. The river was too cold and let’s be real, nobody wants shrinkage around their friends.

As I was finishing up, I looked up and realized the hippie was casually looking my way, which earned her a wink and a shake of my dink.

Unless the Beast [MF] [Mdom] [Betting] Part 1

*”Don’t go to parties, Riel. They’re full of horny fucks whose hearts and dicks you’ll break in seconds.”*

Warning words of wisdom were never very effective against Muriel. She was known locally at her university as ‘Eris, the Heartbreaker.’ She was notorious for taking bets with thirsty jocks and putting her own virginity on the line – but in two years and over sixty bets later, her legs were never spread.

She was something else. To many boys, she was a prize. For the lesbians and bisexual girls, she was a craving. To the Monster Energy vending machine, she was the bane of existence. She visited and emptied that machine in a matter of hours. She returned solely Monster cans every two days and always managed to get back over ten dollars from the deposits. It was a little ridiculous, and concerning, how much Monster she consumed.

Her friends, Laina and Louisa, suspected that her body was constantly caffeinated and that she was some otherworldly being that didn’t need sleep. Muriel herself said it was as close to correct as anyone would ever get.

Marci Goes to Breeding School Ch. 2 [MFM] [Breeding] [Exhibition]

All characters 18+

Chapter 2: Fuck Forest

Marci sipped a hard lemonade as she sat on a wooden chair on the porch of one of many buildings at the Breeding School. A warm noon-time breeze flowed over her bare skin, through the sheer white fabric of her school-issued micro-bikini. Even though most of the girls at the school were only aged 18 or 19 and it was illegal to drink, the school simply ignored it. Not every girl chose to drink, of course, but Marci quite fancied it.

Marci’s favorite seat overlooked what girls interchangeably called “Free-use Forest” or “Fuck Forest”. It was an area of dense trees and walkable grass, with a stream running through the area that formed a clear-water pond. Men from town were invited by the girls to loiter, flirt, and mate publicly with them here.

There were usually “student reporters” from the school taping all the sex with their cameras, making the kinds of videos for the school website that brought Marci here in the first place. Because of all the online exposure, Fuck Forest was legendary among the local teenage boys.

I [F19] Finally got my guts rearranged by my long time friend at a party

It had been a while since I’d had sex and godamn was I missing it. I’m a bit picky about who I let inside me and let’s just say I hadn’t run into any outstanding nominees in the past several months. That is until recently. I have to admit I’m truly a bit of a shy person, especially around people I’m interested in. For context, I’m quite petite, (5,3’ specifically) and have long red hair that goes about down to my shoulders. Anyway, in comes Matthew. He has short dark brown hair, with the kindest and brightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. He is by far the sweetest boy I have ever met. We were all part of a larger friend group and I loved hanging out with him, but I didn’t think he was really into me. We ended up all leaving for college, up until this summer when we came back and finally all got to see each other again. Fast forward to last night, when we were going over to a friends apartment to drink and party together. I drove there with my friend Andrea, and as we walked through the door I felt livened by the party atmosphere. The lights were dimmed, music blaring through some speakers that I couldn’t see, and lots and lot’s of people. A couple of minutes later, I found myself sipping away at something that had to be some sort of jungle juice. Everyone was enjoying themselves as I began to wander through the crowd of people, ending up at a large sectional couch with a fancy coffee table to accompany it. It was there where I ended up running into Matthew the first time that night. I sat down right beside him, a smile forming on his face when he saw me.

I[f] they have already seen me naked, what was the harm?

This is another true story that I shared with my husband in the last year, and he always loves to ask questions. So I’ve been able to cobble together most of how I remember it, but I’m sure some of the quotes are a bit off.
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In college, I dated a guy on and off for nearly three years. We met as residence assistants in the same dorm. It started out with some casual makeout sessions after a work meeting to full on friends with benefits (fwb) and then we hung out so much it felt more like dating, but with less baggage.

Our first time with another couple [swing] [anal]

Lee and I finally made the move to meet another couple for our first adventure into swinging and group sex. We had never been with another couple and this would be my first time with a woman but Ann and Dave promised to be good mentors. In the hotel room the guys decided that the women should get properly introduced first. Lee started to kiss me on the lips and then moved to my neck as he slowly undressed me. Dave did the same to Ann. Lee slid my bra and underwear off and gave my pussy a kiss for good luck. The guys retreated to opposite sides of the room and stripped down to watch.

Ann sat next to me and gently kissed me on the lips with her hand on my leg and asked if it was okay. I said yes and kissed her back, my tongue sliding into her mouth. She took my hand and put it on her tit and slowly ran her hands over me feeling my tits, stomach, ass and finally stops her fingers on my pussy. I laid back on the bed and she dropped down to slowly lick my pussy asking if it’s okay to which I say yes. She slowly licked all around my lips and clit, sucking and licking so gentle. I looked over to Lee and he gave me that “fuck that’s hot look” while he stroked his dick.

My friends fiancé [F] planned to cheat (with me) [M]

I was the only person in my friends group to live alone, so we used to have parties at my house. All of my friends were invited, we’d watch movies and drink until the small hours.

My friends fiancé and I got in the habit of going for walks, just to shoot the shit during these gathering. We’d just walk around the block – talking about our upbringings and all sorts really.

One day I was in my house and I got a text. “I just had a disgusting dream about you and masturbated whilst thinking about you”. Well, I was happy with that, as was my ego. We didn’t really talk again until the weekend when I had everyone over at mine and we went for a walk.

This time on the walk, around 21:30/22:00 we walked past a car park which was mostly walled (apart from the entrance and the exit). It was closed so no one was around.

[MF] The Saga of Sally (Part 8) – Thinking with my Cock

(Welcome to the Saga of Sally. Except it’s not Sally this time.

I am recounting my long on-and-off relationship with a girl called Sally. I recommend starting from the [start](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nt5ffn/mf_the_saga_of_sally_part_1_cumstained_jeans/). However since I am working through this chronologically this story isn’t to do with Sally.)

I was a little hesitant to share some of my experiences here because I recognize I have lived a very lucky life. I have had some wild sexual adventures and I wouldn’t blame anyone for not believing me. You have all been only supportive and complimentary though! But if any of you were starting to get jealous of me then let me make you feel a little better – because we’re getting into a part of my life that fucking sucked. If I was a horse, they would have taken me out back and put me out of my misery. I wasn’t happy. I was lonely. And I had a dry period of nearly 18 months. You read that right – the man who you’d been reading about, who seemed to have been blessed by God to get into sexy situations, didn’t get so much as a handjob for 18 fucking months. How did this happen? Read on.