Monica closed the door behind her and let out a sigh, that familiar feeling of relief that she gets weekly taking hold. Some people see a therapist to unload their baggage. Their therapist knowing more about them than their most intimate friends and family. Not Monica. Monica has been giving confession right here since she was a kid. She was baptized, confirmed, and married, all in the same church. There sitting next to the confessional kneeler was Father Egan. He sat in his robes waiting patiently for Monica to approach the kneeler and give her confession like she had for hundreds of Sundays in the past. Father Egan knew everything about Monica. He knew her parents. He knew her husband. He knew her kids. He knew the first lie she ever told. Well, not the first, but the one she told him at her first confession. That she lied about where she had gone one day to her mother, telling her that she had gone to the park on her bicycle, but that in actuality she ridden into town, which she wasn’t supposed to do because there were no sidewalks to ride on and it was much too dangerous.
Tag: High School
[f] High school escapades 1
I went to a large high school and grew up in the same town my whole life. We have two middle schools that feed into a single high school. Freshman year was fun because you have opportunity to meet a lot more people and everyone is forced into many of the same classes.
This story is short and takes place during gym or phys Ed class. All freshman are required to take PE. I was always athletic, so I didn’t mind it, and we had a great class that included a guy I was immediately interested in, Steve . During class, we would often be flirting or joining the same team, etc. It was pretty obvious he was into me too.
One of the “units” in the class was swimming. We’d need to be able to tread water for 20 minutes, learn a few strokes, and play some water polo and other games for fun. During these couple weeks, the flirting picked up. Even though we were forced to wear one piece suits, mine was still pretty cute and Steve would often sneak a grab of my ass while underwater or graze my boobs while fighting for the water polo ball. I was all for the fun flirting as I loved the attention from him.
Being a receptionist has been lucrative for my stripping job! [FM]
School wasn’t really my thing. After I graduated high school, I moved and went to college. But I only lasted a year before dropping out. Instead of moving back home, I just stayed and picked up some random jobs to pay for rent and live. You know waitressing, bartending, that sort of stuff. Eventually I went to a strip club, and became a stripper (family did not approve), but the money was so much better. I guess you can say that I’m pretty, and I’ve never been shy about my looks. So I guess it works out.
Where I lived and worked is kind of a smaller town. It’s not a mega city, and it’s not rural. Just like a normal town. So it’s not uncommon to run into someone you know, when you’re running errands or whatever. So when I’m dancing at the strip club, I would often see some regulars, or people I’ve run into around town. Over time, you get friendly with them, you know you have to talk about something when you’re half naked and grinding on a guy’s lap. The girls in the club could get away with anything, so I’ll admit that I’ve provided some ‘extras’ to the guy patrons, in the back rooms.
[FM] – The IT guy had a big fucking Hard Drive, and i was ready to upgrade.
Hello! I posted my first story here last night about a pandemic encounter I had with my budtender: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/or63f0/fm_masks_off_strap_on_fucking_the_mysterious/
Today, I want to share another favorite story of mine from 2019, a single experience that sadly hasn’t happened again since I lost my office job last March. It’s something I thought was incredibly unlikely, so I still think about this experience nearly two years later. This is a long one, but stick around for the end.
My favorite part of working in an office was actually having an opportunity to put together business casual looks. Before then, I lived in overalls, painters jeans, and UV protecting base layers while I had a mural painting contract. A friend clued me in about her company’s open graphic designer position at a software company, which promised a lot more than I had been making. Of course, I jumped at the opportunity, applied, and was hired.
[BDSM] Decoration for a party + custom erotica
*I’ve published numerous BDSM erotica stories on Amazon and now offers custom short stories (4-5k words). Do you want to be the hero? The villain? Want to be dominated by your high school math teacher or read a story where your neighbours wife and hot daughter want a threesome?*
*Sign up for tier 3 on my Patreon to get your wish fulfilled. You also get access to a lot of kinky pictures! Go to* [*www.watchesandcuffs.com*](https://www.watchesandcuffs.com)
*A sample of my work (from the novel “Damsel in Distress for Hire”) – the scene is partly based on my own experience:*
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She could hear the doorbell ring behind the imposing door. It was not the unpleasant, jarring noise of a measly peasant’s doorbell, but a stately, welcoming ‘gong’. This doorbell was meant to announce people of means, of influence.
*So, what the hell am I doing here?* Claire became painfully aware of her worn clothes and old bomber jacket.
An elegant, petite woman opened the door and lit up in a blinding smile. The long silk dress hugged the slender body, and diamonds shone from the earrings and necklace. There were gentle streaks of gray in the ebony hair, but it only added class.
[BDSM] Decoration for a party + custom erotica
*I’ve published numerous BDSM erotica stories on Amazon and now offers custom short stories (4-5k words). Do you want to be the hero? The villain? Want to be dominated by your high school math teacher or read a story where your neighbours wife and hot daughter want a threesome?*
*Sign up for tier 3 on my Patreon to get your wish fulfilled. You also get access to a lot of kinky pictures! Go to* [*www.watchesandcuffs.com*](https://www.watchesandcuffs.com)
*A sample of my work (from the novel “Damsel in Distress for Hire”):*
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She could hear the doorbell ring behind the imposing door. It was not the unpleasant, jarring noise of a measly peasant’s doorbell, but a stately, welcoming ‘gong’. This doorbell was meant to announce people of means, of influence.
*So, what the hell am I doing here?* Claire became painfully aware of her worn clothes and old bomber jacket.
An elegant, petite woman opened the door and lit up in a blinding smile. The long silk dress hugged the slender body, and diamonds shone from the earrings and necklace. There were gentle streaks of gray in the ebony hair, but it only added class.
[M]y Girl[f]riend likes to get naked in front of my friends.
My Girlfriend doesn’t have many friends besides me, because she’s very antisocial, she’s attractive but didn’t think guys found her attractive, she knew she wasn’t ugly, but she didn’t think she was pretty either. Anyway, my Girlfriend and I are always naked around each other, but when my friends come over to play Video Games, we of course put our clothes back on. Two of my friends would come over, and she would just be on her phone, or play games with us, but she was too shy to talk to my friends, she would say a word or two to them. I would tell her that my friends thought she was pretty, she really felt happy about the compliments. Before we started dating she her wardrobe was limited, she wore the same shoes that were almost torn, pants or jeans, and hoodie most of the time, but when we started dating, she would start wearing different clothes(I didn’t mind if she wore the same thing.) Even during high school she didn’t care about what other people thought about her, since she had little friends. After about two months of knowing them she started being more social around them.
I [M]30 am an Olympic Fucker
As everyone knows, the Tokyo Olympics has started after a year of break.. I noticed something incredible while looking at who competes in which sports on behalf of my country.
At first I thought there would be a similar name, but after some research I realized that one of these athletes is my friend from high school, yes she was a good athlete at the time but I never realized she was good enough to get here but after researching, I realized that she participated not only in Tokyo but also in 2016 Rio Olympics. She’s a middle distance runner and the same age as me I guess that’s all I can say
When I was in high school, she first gave me a blowjob at a party and then told me that her parents weren’t home, we could go to them if I wanted to. Of course I didn’t turn down her offer and I don’t know why but she specifically asked me to fuck her in her parents’ bed and you know what? her body was firm as rock…
House Guest: Part One [MF] [Busty] [Straight Sex] [Interracial]
“So, when does he get here?” I asked, folding my arms. My husband sat in his chair with a beer in his hand, watching the television.
“When he gets here,” he shrugged. He did not even look at me. “He called earlier and said he had to do a few things, then he would be here.” he said, his eyes still glued to the television.
I shook my head at him and went into the laundry room. I looked back at him. At one time, he would do anything to help me around the house. Now he just sat there, collecting dust and drinking.
I couldn’t blame him for the sitting part. He had an accident at work just over a year ago. The doctors said he would never be able to walk for long periods or carry anything heavy. So going back to construction was out of the question.
So, there he sat day after day. While I worked at the nursing home, I cooked, cleaned, and did whatever needed to be done around the house. The bills did not stop, though, and since it was his fault for getting into the accident, the job did not pay workers comp.
[MF] That Time my Coworker’s Daughter Blew Me
I was in my late twenties when my coworker, Tom, brought his 19 year old daughter Christina to our company Christmas party because his wife wasn’t feeling well. Christina was about 5’4, petite but with a really cute ass and long straight black hair. Being the only two people under 30 we sat beside each other and joked around. She was shy for the first little while but quickly got comfortable and I could tell she was into me. There wasn’t much I could do about it with her dad sitting right next to her and eventually they left early.
A few weeks or maybe even a month later, I walked into my local pub and noticed Christina sitting with two girl friends. I waved and she waved back which for whatever reason made the other two laugh and giggle. I sat at the bar and chatted with the bartender, Kayla who was this tatted up Asian smoke show I had been flirting with for as long as I could drink legally. Eventually one of Christina’s friends made her way over to me causing Kayla to roll her eyes and walk away.