Coachella circa 2017 [FF]

I’m Jess and ever since self isolation began I’ve been exploring writing erotica with some distinct memories that I’ve had throughout my life. I figured this would be a community that would welcome a first time writer :)

I’ve always liked my teacup sized breasts, and my long legs, but I didn’t think that apart from my height – that I really stood out. Guys often thought I was cute but rarely called me hot. During my freshmen year, I made really good friends with transfer student, Kate, who like me loved the outdoors, spicy food and music festivals.

This is the story of Coachella circa 2017.

The day had started off well enough, with some great bands. The group of us had headed back to the tent to have a rest and smoke a joint about mid-afternoon. I laid across my friend Nelson, my hand resting on his stomach, wanting nothing more than to grab his cock and bury it in me. When one of Nelson’s friend talked about going back to the main stage, I thought I might get an opportunity to have some alone time with Nelson – but was hugely disappointed when he excitedly went along with them. I grumpily begged off, and lit another joint as they left me in the tent. I took a drag as I rubbed myself through my shorts. I should get some water, I thought, putting the joint out and putting it back into the tin. I collected our water bottles and headed out to the community spout.

Swordplay [Group]

So my wife took me to a (sex/swingers) club in toronto at the end of August on their bi-male night and this was a first for me. Normally – day-to-day – I’m more of a “take charge” kind of guy but I love to submit to her in the bedroom or any other place where we can be relaxed. On this evening she told me to get dressed we’re going. So we made the drive in – we are at our trailer south of Peterborough so it was a good 90 minute drive. We discussed some game rules and such – she was not getting undressed but I would be naked, level of play that I was comfortable with, etc.

We arrived and checked in, hit the locker room and I undressed. Did I also mention that I had sampled an edible earlier in the evening? Things had an almost surrealistic feel to them. She takes me by the arm and we explore the facility to get a feel for what’s going on and where. We very quickly find two younger guys having fun and playing with each other. She says a few words to them (that I didn’t catch), seems satisfied with what they said. She looks at me, points to them and says “Well?”

[28F] I fucked a stranger in a shared room, while my friend did the same in the bed beside me. [FM]

Aged nineteen I went on a – to not mince words about it – drunken fuck-fest of a holiday to Ayia Napa with some university friends. This is technically a continuation of [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gmqqv4/i_28f_participated_in_a_blowjob_race_while_on/) post, but can be read in isolation and without the need for earlier context.

NIGHT THREE.

By the third day we’d all just about acclimatised to the new day/night cycle. A few of us were managing to wake early enough in the mid-afternoon to actually see the sun, but the near constant hangover-haze prevented us from doing anything more exciting than sitting and hopping to find ourselves catching a lovely bronze glow, rather than the pasty-to-near-pale-blue of our natural skin tone. (Well, mine. One of my friends looked near permanently radiant. Bitch.)

We’d agreed to have a somewhat quieter third evening. There’d still be plenty of drinking, dancing and potential for some debauchery, but it was to be much more low-key than our previous night, in that we weren’t going to spend hours killing karaoke, nor were we intending to find ourselves in a decidedly seedy bar failing to win any dubious ‘competitions’.

I [M] ended up fucking my new roommate [F] after hanging out at the Strip Club. And Damn did I regret it.

I used to live in a five bedroom apartment in a big city. We had a rotating company of roommates, many who I found through Facebook connections and your occasional Craigslist hit. It was co-ed but everyone range between 23-33. It was a diverse group of people and while it may seem crowded, we actually all barely saw each other half worked in the service industry, while the other half worked on their residency in the nearby hospital. We were all friendly but there was an unspoken rule of “try not to fuck your roommate, physically, financially, emotionally etc.” I was the only one on the lease so everyone pretty much paid me so I was responsible for also vetting prospects. A roommate was leaving to work in a lab two hours away so I had to fill the spot. There were some great prospects but I posted a search on FB and someone had recommended a friend of a friend named Sarah. Coincidently, I’d work on a project in which Sarah was assistant number two to the principle talent and we had some brief interactions. She’s the quintessential “Chill girl” her hobbies included smoking weed, knitting and listening to music. Physically, I’d say she’s 5’6 tan skin, small b cup breasts and a gorgeous robust bootie. Her celebrity doppleganer would most aptly be 75% Aubrey Plaza.

The night his wife took control [Group]

First ever post. This was several years ago (early 2013) in big college town.

My buddy (Liam) had married his girl friend (Leah) from college. We decided to go out to celebrate my wife’s (then girl friend [Ann]) recent 21st birthday. We went to this fun Irish pub to get things started. They had a really cool nautical themed bar with basic pool tables, ping pong, etc.

After an hour or so, we have all had a few drinks and the conversation starts including more obvious innuendos. Some flirting with the female bar tender, switch around our seating so each couple is sitting next to the opposite partner, but still all innocent.
We start talking about eating food, but the kitchen closed early so we talk about getting pizza. The bar tender said she was cool with us getting one, as long as we share. Well, at least a couple of us were in a very sharing mood that night.

A visit to a swingers club leads to fun. MMMF

I am a 40 year old housewife who just recently discovered that I am a closet slut. My husband Justin likes this and has been encouraging this behavior. One weekend we decided to go to a local club with a bit of a reputation for swingers and like minded people. I looked sexy in a tight black dress that was short and showed off my curvy ass and tits. Justin knew I’d be getting attention tonight. ?

We were at the bar drinking when a group of three sexy young black guys walked in. Something about them drove me wild and I made my way to the dance floor and started flaunting my body. I was successful in getting all the attention of everyone, especially the black guys. I felt so slutty and I absolutely loved it! Justin knew that this was one of my fantasies and I had permission to fulfill it. I had a feeling I was going to get my wish with the way they were looking at me.
I decided to take it up a notch and went over to the stripper pole on one side of the club. I had never done this before but tonight I was working it like a real stripper and before long the bulges I saw made me feel like the hottest girl in the club. When I walked back over to Justin he was all over me. That and the fact that I just stripped in front of the whole club gave me the courage to go talk to the 3 guys I had my eye on.

Fun at the park: [m]asturbating together in broad [f] daylight. (Long. Freakin’ novel…)

Summertime, when the livin’ is easy… a great time for fooling around outside where maybe you shouldn’t.

This is a fresh one. The other day my lady friend and I went to the park to enjoy the spring weather. We hadn’t fooled around in a few days and I was feeling it. Last year we went to the park at night a lot to tease each other so I was thinking of that, too.

I was stroking her back and legs while we lay out in the sun on our blanket, pretty far from anyone else. Just feather touching and tickling. She was making little enjoyment noises and it was making me frisky but it was the middle of the day and the middle of a field with other people about 100 feet away.

As I started getting hard I kept stroking her back while giving myself a tug here and there to appreciate the fluff. Then I pulled her hair a little bit and that got her moaning which instantly gets me fully hard. She knows that it gets me going to pull her hair because she can’t help moaning and writhing, especially if I get a little rough. From a distance it just looked like playing with her hair, up close it was hard hair pulling, shoving her face into the blanket, and my cock getting harder with each heartbeat.

An Artist’s Desirable Subject: [MF] [Oral] [Fiction]

Allyson hurried through a beautiful old campus, propelling herself forward with determination. She had a hard deadline to meet if she was going to submit her portfolio of drawings and declare Art as her major. The Art department rented out a drawing studio for students upon request, and she was eager to make her hour worth it. Her footsteps lightly pitter-pattered on the bumpy sidewalk as she picked up pace towards the studio. Slate gray clouds above head threatened to pour at any moment.

She tightly grasped her sketchbooks in an attempt to protect the inner pages from potential rain. As she hurried, she turned a sharp corner too quickly and awkwardly bent her ankle. *“Shit!”* she cursed to herself as she tripped. Her coveted sketchbooks went flying from her grip, and scattered along the path. Thick white pages flipped wildly in the wind as Allyson bent down on her hands and knees, saving the pages that were beginning to tear.

An approaching group of guys scooted to the side to avoid her. All but one continued walking. One of the men stopped abruptly, feeling compelled to help her. He waved his friends onward as he stopped, looming above her. She hadn’t noticed him and became startled when he reached down, picked up her belongings, and gracefully lifted her by the hand.

Finger On the Co-Worker’s Button in an Elevator [MF]

A few years back I had a GF and a nice new job which had made a lot of new hires. One was a receptionist/office manager I’ll call Lindy. She was about 5’6, red hair just past her shoulders, gorgeous green eyes, great curves, and plenty to enjoy in the chest. After several months of annoyances and more than usual office drama we started chatting more and more on Skype to complain and just shoot the proverbial shit.

At the end of one long and frustrating week I joked about wanting to take out my stress on something jokingly. She replied, “You should fuck something.”

I stared at my screen for a few minutes in shock, we had never gone that route in our casual chats for sure. Then she quickly replied “Sorry, that was wrong. I haven’t had time to enjoy myself lately.” We had both been working on shipments and logistics for an event coming up and her hours were not being kind to her.

“If I didn’t have a girlfriend I would gladly offer to solve that problem,” I joked knowing nothing about her and not wanting to reveal my scoundrel ways and intentions in the past. “That’s ok,” She replied. I thought it was a sweet throwaway. “Girlfriends haven’t stopped me before [tongue out emoji]“ was the message that immediately followed.

I [F] let my roommate [F] suck my tits while I was “asleep”

Okay this is gonna be a short one, but I guess it’s one of those nights (mornings?) where I’m in a sharing mood so here goes…

So my roommate lottie, 19, has been my roommate for a few years now. We’re very close friends and have lots of mutual friends, and like any two close girl friends/roommates, have pretty much seen it all when it comes to each other. A year into living with Lottie, I learned that she was bisexual, even though most of the time she only ever hooked up with men when we went out. Occasionally, she’d talk about a girl she was flirting with on a dating app but that’s about it.

While Lottie had a paler complexion, straight blond hair and blue eyes, I was a stark comparison with my tanned skin, hazel eyes and wavy, brown hair. During our second year in college, L went through a bit of a ~phase, and was hooking up with a different guy every weekend. While I matched her on her outings once or twice a week, I managed to stay out of mischief (mostly ?)