The Nurses, Chapter 1 [NSFW}

Shoutout to u/emergencyfwb for letting me take her real life and turn it into a series!

Chapter 1.

On a good day, being a nurse was extremely hard work. With any job, you had people treat you amazing and you had people treat you like you were trash; it was both rewarding and exhausting, often times in the same day. But with COVID here, working in a high-volume hospital meant we worked a ton of long hours, saw a lot of patients and ended up emotionally and mentally devoid of any life at the end of each shift. For every positive outcome and “win” we had, we had an equally unexpected and disappointing outcome.

I became a nurse in my early twenties, fresh out of nursing school, working at the hospital in my small home-town. I stayed there a handful of years before I became bored, having watched enough medical dramas on TV to know that there were indeed more exciting hospitals out there. I yearned to have my long-studied skills put to the test in a capacity exceeding taking temperatures in kids butts and looking at rashes on old people. I wanted more.

Train to Nowhere [Groping] [Public] [Where are you getting off?] [consensual? non-consent] [group] [edging] [countdown]

The summer heat beat its way through my chest, slicking my pale skin. The scent of humanity enclosed me, wrapping me in its pulsating reminders of flesh and sweat. I tugged at my ponytail, once again cursing my long black hair’s tendency to absorb every last bit of heat that it could.

The man next to me glanced at me, before shifting slightly away. Not that it did any good–the train was far too packed for him to move, and there were far too many people. He and I were standing mere inches apart, both of us holding the same bar. He was one of the many well-suited man that had gotten on the train not long after I did, and doomed me to rush-hour traffic. My shopping bag crinkled at my side, and I held it resolutely against me–this little black bag was why I was late, after all. If only I hadn’t taken so long to choose it….

Something rough pressed up against my thigh. I jumped, but the calloused hand had returned to the crowd even before I finished tugging down my skirt. I scanned the crowd, biting my lips, but no one ‘fessed up. I tensed up, resolving to be more attentive to the crowd.

[FM] I [20F] got drunk while home from college and gave my little brother’s best friend [18M] his first blow job

Although I frequently post stories, I rarely discuss my immediate family. This is mainly because I have no interest in discussing them in an erotica subreddit (sorry, r/wincest), but also because they aren’t relevant to the stories I post. This is an exception.

My younger brother, Adam, and I are close again now, but we went months without speaking after a fight over Adam’s best friend, Samuel. All throughout middle and high school, Adam and Samuel had the kind of friendship where they had the garage codes to each other’s houses and were practically adopted by both sets of parents. While we were in high school together, I suspected they might have formed a covert sexual relationship like the one I had with my then-best friend [Jillian](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h02q7i/fm_fucked_my_21f_exs_22f_uncle_40s_m_at_her/), but Adam confessed one day that neither of them had their first kiss. Shortly after, Adam began his still thriving career as a serial monogamist, and I assumed that Samuel gained some experience with Adam’s girlfriends’ friends.

I [F] started flashing people at work

Towards the end of last summer I started to work at a golf course near me as a beverage cart girl. I’m a very innocent girl, Ive seen one dick my entire life, my current boyfriend, so obviously he’s the only guy I’ve ever been with. I tend not to show off my body. I have a body that is difficult to hide but I did my best towards the end of last year to do so to avoid drunk guys being complete pervs towards me. This year I have no idea what got into me but I changed a lot.

The golf course I work at gives the beverage cart girls options on the uniform. We can wear a flannel shirt as a top or a white tank top, with either jeans, leggings, or a golf skirt. Last year I always went with a bigger flannel and jeans. This year I’ve been wearing the white tank top that is definitely a size or two small for me with no bra, paired with the short and tight golf skirt.

In college, I (F) let my all-male friend [Group] use me as a fucktoy

When I first came to college my Freshman year, I had just broken up with a long-term boyfriend, knew nobody on campus aside from my roommate, and was pretty desperate for friends. I tried to join a few clubs, but they all seemed to have established cliques already that I was too shy to break into. Finally I joined anime club, and despite only being familiar with attack on titan and a few ghibli films, everyone there was pretty welcoming. I became friends with four guys there and started hanging out with them outside of club meetings. Aside from being generally a bit awkward and inexperienced with talking to girls, they were all really nice and seemed genuinely interested in being my friend.

The Breeding Machine: Chapter 4

**[Incest] [Pregnancy risk] [Coercion] [Kidnapping] [Exhibitionism] [Girl / Girl] [Girl / Boy] [DD/LG] [Oral fixation] [Light BDSM] [Interracial]**

# CHAPTER FOUR: THE TRIPLE

The following two days were agony. No food, no water, for two days. A cruel sentence in more ways than one. What we hadn’t considered was that, to enforce the punishment, they’d switched off the water in our en-suite bathroom. We can’t even wash our fucking hands. I think we’d taken pseudo-luxury for granted; Everything could be taken from us in an instant. There was no humanity in this place.

That wasn’t the only thing running through our minds, though. Actually there was something *far* more interesting that transpired just as we’d left that chamber.

This was that encounter:

Stepping through that second door, out of the concrete chamber and into the dimly lit hallway of cells just like our own, we were greeted by a familiar face. *Three* familiar faces, to be exact.

“El… Eloise!?” you gasp, jaw dropping, completely dumbstruck.

“Ariana!” she gawps back.

Our First Full Swap With A Super Hot Couple [Group] [MFMF]

Me and my then fiancé (now wife) had always had an open relationship, but one thing we hadn’t tried was a full partner swap. We’d been in threesomes together and had bad sex with other people alone but never with any thee couple. So, one of our fuckbuddies got us in contact with a couple that had done it before. Me and wife were both super excited and after chatting to them online(this was before smartphones became big) for a few weeks, we invited them over to our house.

Since there’s 4 of us, it’s probably best to just describe all of us at once: I’m Jim, I’m 5’9 with short dark hair and my wife Megan is 5’2 blonde, we’re both fairly active so we’re slim but relatively toned. The other couple were insanely hot – probably some of the hottest people we’ve met (hence sharing the story). Ryan had short blonde hair and was easily over 6 feet tall and had a generally huge body – like not shredded but clearly muscular. His wife Kelly was brunette, around the same height as me with an incredible slim, hourglass figure and fake tits.

The Game Part 1(MF) (FF) (MM)

THE GAME

“Do you want to play a game?”

Those are the words my friend Dave spoke as we relaxed in his parents house.

My name is Steve, Dave and I have been friends since our freshman year in high school.

Now in our senior year we have become each other’s best friend and confidant.
Not a day passes when we can’t be found hanging out with each other.

We know more about each other than we have ever shared with our families or girlfriends.    
We know each other’s secrets and desires.
Or so I thought.

That evening Dave’s parents had left, going out of town for the weekend.
Three days of freedom, freedom to get high and drink our fill as we raided his parents liqueur cabinet.
With an added bonus of our girlfriends joining us for the night.

Sakura the girl I had been dating for the last year was of Japanese decent.
I learned that Sakura translated into “Cherry Blossom”. 
If you were to ask my opinion this was the perfect name for her.

Finally Fucking Dean

It was my first day on the job at The Glenn apartments. My job included cleaning apartments and helping with remodeling. I didn’t have much construction experience but The Glenn’s owner, Gary, didn’t mind too much. I was to be on a two person team, mostly cleaning up vacant apartments and assisting my coworker. I didn’t just need this job for money, I needed to build myself up again.

Three months ago, a friend texted me a picture of my (ex)boyfriend, Josh, making out with a girl at a party, the text continued saying he went into a bedroom with the girl and had been in there for awhile. I was crushed. We had been together just over a year and everything was great between us. We hardly ever argued, our sex life was great and we were planning on moving in together. I ended it with Josh because I couldn’t get past the cheating. I knew even if I could find a way to forgive him I just couldn’t get over his betrayal. I knew it would seep into our relationship and poison it. Though Josh was still texting me and occasionally showing up at my townhouse trying to win me back.

Wife sets up couples swinger party for anniversary [MF][MF][MF][Warning: Long story]

So, first, some background. My wife and I have known each other for 7 years. We’ve been dating for 5, married for 3 and have been in an open marriage/polygamous/swinging for about a year and a half now. We still have sex with each other and love each other very much. But sometimes, we desire different things from different people. If you want to learn more about that, message me. I’m always happy to share.

Last weekend was our three year anniversary. In the past, we’ve taken trips and just spent time together hanging out. With COVID-19 around, trips were out of the question. But, we had some friends coming into town, and figured that would be a fun weekend.

About a week before, my wife said she wanted to surprise me early with an anniversary gift. She hands me a folder and it’s a series of texts from her friends: Cassie and Sara and their significant others, Matt and Tom. It’s a group text about three pages long detailing my wife’s request for a couples swinging party while they’re in town. It details our relationship, where we’re coming from, our boundaries we’ve set with each other, etc. And it goes on as she convinces and educates them on what she envisions it to look like.