The Slaughter House [MF] [BDSM themed] [Soft-ish Dom]

Not actual slaughterhouse. Just Halloween themed.

Amanda couldn’t believe what she was doing. She lathered you her legs for a final sweep with the razor. She was terrified and excited all at once, the mixed emotions causing her to feel slightly nauseous.
“It’s not like we’re strangers. We’ve talked for months” she mumbled to herself.
She finished quickly and stood up to get out of the now cool bath water. She toweled off and contemplated sending Zach a message telling him she was backing out. Deep down she wanted it though. And knew she did. So she got dressed and buried her nerves under a blanket of confidence. She wore her dark, straight hair down over her black hoody. Her jeans were snug on her slim build and thankfully showed her small curves.

The October air was chilly. And thank goodness because she needed to wear her rainbow toboggan. She needed something specific and easily visible. She and Zach had agreed that would be his item to look for. And they had also agreed on safewords and limits.

Networking, Part II [MF]

[Networking Part I is here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hekx3n/networking_part_i_f_sexual_tension/)

Mia’s presentation went off without a hitch. She relished in being dressed up in front of the crowd, sharing her research. The rest of the conference flew by. Though Mia found the sessions interesting, it was that evening events that made her excited.

A select few young professionals were invited to a wine and cheese networking event hosted by a top firm. As a presenter, Mia was invited. She had a feeling Julian would be there, given his popularity and success. He seemed to know everyone.

After the daytime events wrapped up, Mia changed from business-casual attire into a slim fitted skirt and flowy tank top in the conference centre ladies’ room. She dusted herself with dry shampoo and refreshed her makeup, adding a conspicuous shade of red to her lips for the evening.

She Liberated Me [OC] [Fiction] [Man in Panties] [Drag Club]

My girlfriend, Sheila, showed up at my place as I was getting ready to go out that evening with her to celebrate my birthday. She had a present for me, in one of those gift bags I reached inside and found lacy a white G-string and two wide metal cock rings.

“Happy birthday, Lenny,” she said, as I extracted the items from the bag. “I hope you like what I got for you, and I expect you to wear them on our date, tonight. So, run off to the bedroom and change into your new panties.”

This wasn’t the first time she had given me new apparel to put on. She had already thrown out all my old boxers and briefs, replacing them with a set of shear, almost transparent items that I will have to admit feel really good against my skin. I now had a collection of G-strings, see-through silk boxer briefs and low-cut bikini briefs with a rear panel that was as transparent as women’s hosiery.

I fucked (m)y best (f)riend at a house party. [MF]

What’s better than a house party in your 30s? A house party with an 80s theme, that’s what! One of my friends loves the 80s and since it was their birthday, she wanted it to be a house party with an 80s theme.

One of my closest friends said she could throw the party at her house, and that suited everyone just fine. This close friend, lets call her Josephine, is pretty much the core of our friends group. I think every group has one. They are that one person who bonds all the people together, and they are the one that you would probably pick to hang out with if you had to choose. They are the person that is the link to each and every other person in the group, and without them, your group would fall apart.

So the night of the party came around and we were meant to be dressed up in 80s garb and BYOB. I looked at my clothes in the closet and pulled out some flared jeans, a Hawaiian shirt, a baseball cap (put on backwards), and a pair of CAT boots. I looked in the mirror, and thought to myself that it was more 90s, than 80s, but it’ll work. I stopped at a gas station on the way and grabbed a 24 case of Coors, and headed out to the party, looking to have a great time with my friends, get drunk and dance the night away.

[FF] My best friend’s boyfriend pissed me off, so I [18F] fucked his mom [late 40s F]

The summer after graduating high school, I was in a pissy mood. Yes, the whole summer. I was terrified about going to college hours away from my family and sad to be leaving my friends, especially my best friend, Jillian. Throughout high school, Jillian and I had a covert romantic and sexual relationship. We saw each other intermittently from our first year of high school (age 14) until we left for college (age 18), pausing only when we had boyfriends. And occasionally unpausing it during those times. We somehow simultaneously thought of each other as our soulmate and also a relationship that didn’t “count” as cheating because we were both women. It’s not something I’m proud of, but it’s something I’ve since learned is actually fairly common amongst closeted teenagers.

Our last semester of high school, Jillian started dating a boy in our year named Tom. At first, I didn’t dislike him any more than I disliked her other boyfriends — it was more a general jealousy that she could date them in public instead of an actual dislike of them as individuals. But then, against my wishes, she told Tom about us one night shortly before graduation. I was fucking pissed. I wasn’t ready to be “out,” and I wasn’t even sure what my sexuality was, so this felt like both an invasion of my privacy and a lot of pressure to suddenly define myself. Jillian apologized profusely when she saw how upset I was, and I did forgive her fairly quickly considering my ability to hold a grudge, but the damage was done.

A Penny for Your Bi Curious Thoughts

Penelope loved going out. In her late-twenties now, those opportunities were fewer as work and family took more of her free time. She didn’t mind, but some of her friends felt she was settling too early and abandoning them. This caused some tension, but Penelope had more to worry about than a few party friends getting salty.

Trying to network in the corporate world was proving harder than she’d imagined. Her coworkers were all in their early 40s and worked together for years before Penelope joined the team. This meant when they went out to lunch or for drinks after work, they often forgot to invite her. While she pretended it wasn’t a big deal, it really hurt when they all came back laughing from lunch, walking right past her office. But, things were getting better, she was even invited to join them at a local restaurant on Friday. Well, invited was an overstatement. Two coworkers were talking about plans while in the copy room and mentioned that everyone was welcome.

[F4M] Texas Flight Attendant and Exhibitionist Reveals Her Layover Masturbation Fantasy [masturbation][exhibitionism][flight attendant][orgasm][striptease]

[Original Story With Sexy NSFW Home Made Video Collage Is HERE On IMGUR](https://imgur.com/cobnGTl)

I am a real Flight Attendant for a Major US Airline but what you wouldn’t know from your flight with me is that I am also an admitted exhibitionist, addicted really. My acted-out fantasy, my passion, is stripping from my uniform, dancing naked, and then masturbating to orgasm while being watched by a man or even a group of men if I can arrange it.

As a new hire flight attendant, I started out masturbating on my layovers for male flight attendants and pilots on my crew. As my confidence increased, I got bolder and, on one flight, even entertained my pilots while on my rest break with a visit to the cockpit on the long all-nighter to Europe.

I had only been to the cockpit twice before on international trips and found the pilots to be very nice. I was, admittedly, flirtatious with them as they were with me. I got the impression they enjoyed the diversion of having a pretty young flight attendant visit them on the long flight. We got into some turbulence and I teasingly said something about feeling my boobs shaking.

The Sea Nymph’s Embrace [MF] [nymph] [handjob] [sweet] [teasing] [slight femdom if you squint]

Lysander’s eyes opened slowly. He didn’t know where he was, but he could feel that he was weak. Extremely week, to the point where he couldn’t move his arms or legs without it hurting bad, like a burning sensation in his limbs. Unable to move that well, he looked around at his surroundings instead.

The young man was on a beach of some sort, with his back propped up against a big rock of sorts. Maybe for support. He knew he had to have been moved here by someone else, while he’d been out cold.

But what surprised him was that his clothes were gone. Well, not on him. The fine cloth and bronze armor of a nobleman’s status. were to the side, a few feet away, wet from the ever changing tide. He tried to reach for them, but it was all in vain. Accepting that, he sat there, trying to get the dizziness out of his head and think about how he ended up here.

A few minutes later, something plopped out of the water and his questions were answered.

When [M]y [MFM] became a [MFFM] and I learned to talk dirty (LONG)

As I said in my first post [HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/henjwr/my_first_post_about_my_first_mfm_experience/) , I continued to see my MFM partners about twice a month for a little while. To save time, I will call the husband S and the wife K from here on out.

About two months into our meetings, S called and said they had a friend (a woman I will call M) coming in for the weekend and she wanted to meet me. They had heard about our earlier experiences and wanted to give it a go. So, on a Saturday night I headed over to their place.

When I arrived K explained that her husband S has been eating M out for a while, edging her and she was ready to burst. They had the living room setup with blankets everywhere. Making sort of a large bed/fort/fuck zone. So, shortly after our introductions, my cock was out and in her mouth. S had warned me that she was very talented in that area. He was not lying. Within a few minutes I was on my back like a stuck turtle as she moved from my dick to my balls to my ass like a pro (which, I am not to sure she wasn’t).

My [M 24] Night At The Club

First time sharing, so go easy on me;)

I was studying abroad in East Asia over summer vacation a few years ago. Some friends and I decided to go out over the weekend and have a good time.

We went from club to club until we found one at about 1:30 that was popping. Everyone got really into it and we got separated. I was really feeling myself, still drunk enough to feel like I could do anything but coming down enough to really enjoy the scene. I ended up across the club, dancing with a group of girls and having a great time.

One of the group caught my attention. She was wearing this tight little traditional dress that ended a finger length past her waist. Her hair and make up were impeccable, her figure was stunning, and she knew just how to work it to the beat. She clearly knew the effect she had and was enjoying the attention she got. It was obvious she was feeling herself as much as I was.