That night at the [M]usic festival

Hello first time poster long time reader. I wrote this story already as a comment to another thread but since this is the approriate place for these stories I thought that why not. So here goes my story of a music festival hook up from roughly 8 years back.

This happened some years back on music festival camping area during the hottest days of that summer. I was single at the time ofc I was looking for good times.

On the second day of the festival me and my mates met this group girls in which one in particular got my eye. We hit it of soon we separated from the group and just walked around. Well soon arrived and the girl groups camp we started chillin and making out. Then this one really drunk douche spotted and he had idea that he wants my girl. We threw some angry phrases around and here is where the naughty part comes.

Bene[FF]its of an all Women’s College Part 2

Part 1:[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bxfe69/beneffits_of_an_all_womens_college/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bxfe69/beneffits_of_an_all_womens_college/)

So I didn’t get to see Stephanie again until the following weekend. She messaged me letting me know that on campus LGBT group was hosting a movie night in one of the dorm basement common rooms and did I want to meet up with her there? I said sure. I popped my popcorn and wore my comfy jammy pants and brought a throw blanket and headed over about ten minutes before the movie start time. I didn’t see Stephanie anywhere. The basement was setup with multiple couches and loveseats all spread around with a great view of the screen for the movie. I found a loveseat that wasn’t spoken for closer to the back and setup to wait for her.

32 [F4M] Texas/Online – I [F] consciously drove my husband [M] into the arms of another woman (his coworker). It turns me on. Would love advice on how to deal with this

This is a throwaway for obvious reasons, and honestly this is even a bit daring to post because my husband is a Redditor too, but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t check this subreddit (he just goes to a few hobby subs and all). Writing this all out sounds incredibly cheesy and weird too (the best combo), and pretty self-destructive, but I needed to get it off my chest. I even literally wrote this out in a word doc before posting here because I was unsure if it even made sense to post…

We’ve been together for 6 years, married for 2 years and dated for 4 (you did the math obvi). We met on a blind date and I honestly didn’t think he’d go for me at first – I’m a bit on the plain side and he’s really handsome and outgoing. The first date went just okay, and I actually deleted his number because I was like, “Well, that was a waste because he’ll never ask me for a second date!” but then a week later, he asked to go out again and the rest is history.

Selena’s Book of Shadows Chapter 2

Kate woke up naked in the middle of the floor, still questioning in her head if what happened really happened. She rubbed her eyes and looked around the room to see her outfit neatly folded on the bed along with the naughty sheet that probed her.

“What the…” Kate muttered to herself before she was cut off by a tiny voice behind her.

“Wakey wakey sleepy head.” The tiny voice said with a giggle. Startled, Kate spins around and nearly fell back down at the sight of a tiny winged female perched on her mirror. Speechless Kate stands there with her mouth agape at the creature before her.

“Surprised to see me I see. You know I’m getting a lot of that lately. Humans have really forgotten about us fairies huh?” The fairy said.

“Wait… you’re a fairy? Of course. Why wouldn’t you be? I find a working spell book and shortly after I meet a fairy. I’m dreaming still. That’s the only explanation. Clothes can’t come to life and fairies don’t exist.” Kate began to laugh hysterically. The fairy began to wear a puzzled look on her face.

“I’ve waited so long for this.” [MF] [slow and sultry]

As I walk up to the swanky hotel bar, I see him sitting at a table off to the side, sipping a drink. He smiles when he sees me, and I sit down at the stool across from his. “I see you started without me,” I say teasingly.

“Only to make sure it’s good, of course,” he replies with a grin. He slides the glass across the table to me. “Gin and ginger ale. Give it a try.”

I take a sip and nod approvingly.

“I’ll get you one.” He gets up and walks toward the bar before I can protest. As he goes, I sneak a peek at the black tattoo that curls around his left bicep. I’ve always had a strange fixation on that tattoo. Maybe it’s just because it draws attention to his toned arms. He’s asked me to a drink so we can discuss the conference we’ve attended today. He and I have worked together for nearly a year now, yet I still find it difficult to keep my mind only on business when he’s around.

Fran (MF, erotic, LONG) Pt 1

This is the beginning of a story I’ve had in my mind for a long time. It could end up being pretty long. I hope you enjoy

I couldn’t see a thing. The faster I drove the more the driving snow filled my windscreen and the more blind I became. This was serious and I had to find us a place to safely pull over and sit out the storm. About two miles down the road appeared a motel.

Fran and I were heading to the Jersey shore for our annual family get together over New Years. Her family and mine had done this for years and even as our respective kids had gotten older, oddly everyone seemed to look forward to it. Fran and I both had some late minute obligations that prevented from traveling with the rest of our group, but we agreed to catch up with them a bit later. The snow had been forecasted, but not anywhere to this severity. We figured we would have arrived long before it hit this level. We were wrong.

[T4F] #JustTentacleThings [tentacle] [rape] [impreg] [monster] [beast]

Be nice, it’s my first time.

Whisper rustle…

The warm sound of your linen sheets barely competes with the comforting drone of the ceiling fan, but it’s still perceptible. You haven’t had a drink in a few days, but you have the same fuzzy, dewy fog over your senses as if you were drunk. The room is still dark, and uncomfortably warm from the sticky July night, but your skin feels cooler suddenly. Slowly you realize that your body is no longer covered by your light summery linens; did they fall on the floor? You roll your eyes before opening them, and slowly sit up, twisting and cracking various joints before reaching over the edge of the bed where the sheet must be. You don’t bother turning the light on, how could you fail to find the floor, right?

You’d Be Done With This Dungeon By Now But Your Healer Needs To Suck Dick To Replenish Her Mana. (Comedy/Fantasy/Oral/Cuckquean)

“Where’d you find this shit healer?” asked Mage.

“I told you,” Hunter grumbled, “she’s the only one who answered the ad…no one does this dungeon anymore.”

“We’d be done by now if you found someone who wasn’t a freak. I want to sleep in a bed tonight, you know,” Rogue interjected.

“Would you two shut the FUCK up?” came a stern warning from Tank, “I’m about ready to nut in this whore’s throat.”

The party had been in this dungeon for almost two hours now. Usually, such an experienced group of adventurers would be done in about half an hour but the healer the had taken along, an elven priestess with wide eyes, droopy ears and a mousy voice had a bit of an unfortunate quirk.

After being silenced by Tank, a tall, burly scarred man with sun-tanned skin, the party fell silent. The uneasy conversation had been replaced with his low moans and intermittent grunts of pleasure. He was currently leaning against the cave wall, apparently unfazed by the dampness on his back as one of his large hands gripped the blue hair of the elf that knelt in front of him.

Beach threesome with my best friend [MMF]

Long time lurker of this sub, finally decided to share an old story of mine. Sorry if it is a little long.
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This story takes place when I was a freshman in college during spring break. My girlfriend at the time, Ashlee, and I decided to just come back home for the week and catch up on our studies and hang out with some friends from our old high school.

After a long day of studying and dealing with the family, my friend Jon gave me a call and we made plans to hangout that night. Jon was my best friend from my childhood and conveniently the only one of my friends who had a fake ID in town. We decided to hangout by the beach by my parents’ house, good little spot for a couple of underage kids to drink without worrying too much about getting caught. Ashlee and I got there first right around 11 and Jon not long after carrying an 18pack of lagers for us and two four lokos for Ash, way too much for a couple of young light weights like ourselves.

The Glial Pool

Lady Cairstine was laughing and dancing around the Maypole with several other women, some noble born like her, and some of the common folk from the village. It was harvest and the festival was in full swing. Breathless from the exertion, she went for her wine which was sitting on the trestle table set up for her family. Drinking deeply from her cup, she had looked up to see a man standing in the doorway of the blacksmith’s shop, shirtless, with arms crossed, watching her intently. She quickly looked away but was taken aback by the way the muscle in his arms bulged as he stood there leaning on the door-frame. Her eyes had captured the strong set of his shoulders and the brown hair that covered his chest before she had looked away. Her stomach flipped around, and she cursed herself for acting like one of the girls that were out there flipping their hair and fluttering their eyelashes at the various young men of the village. She was no girl. Widowed and a mother of three, she had said goodbye to the days of fluttering eyelashes a long time ago.