[F] sharing experiences from when I was passed around between a bunch of [M]’s. Also my first threesome.

I tried to post this in SluttyConfessions but it was removed because apparently the automod thinks I’m trying to hookup, which I’m not. I’m just trying to turn other people on by telling them about one of my sluttly phases.

This all happened in the year after school finished, we were all 18/19. I’ll use names but they’re all fake. I’m 21 now.

So while we were still at school (and not minors, although we didn’t have sex yet so hopefully that doesn’t matter) I hooked up with Aaron several times, but we never slept together. After high school I still hooked up with him occasionally but also started hooking up with Brian, who I did sleep with. I used to sometimes hang out with both these guys separately with nothing happening, just two friends hanging out. So one day when I was at Aaron’s and Brian showed up, I didn’t think anything of it. We watched some dumb movie, I can’t even remember what it was now and then Aaron stepped out for some reason, I think it was to let his dog out. Brian and I started making out. We were still making out when Aaron came back in the room and saw us on his bed. So he tried to join in. I felt his hands on me, but as soon as Brian realised what was going on he jumped up, started freaking out and left. Aaron was super apologetic but I was super turned on and blew him for the first time.

The Cute Girl in History Class [MF] [LONG]

TL;DR at bottom

So, for those of you who read about my hookup with [Katrina](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kojpiv/it_started_with_an_impromptu_lap_dance_f_it_ended/) at a UN conference, my sexual exploits for the next few months were rather disappointing. I was still thinking that I would rather have a girlfriend than just hook up with girls. But when my dating life didn’t get any better, I figured I’d try a few hookups, but they all ended without satisfaction, and most ended before sex. It turns out, Katrina was just really sensitive and easy to please; I wasn’t a natural born sex god. I had to learn and read how to do various things PROPERLY. So, for awhile, things went back to, as the Lonely Island put it, “the not havin’ sex ways of the past.”

First hotwife experience for my wife [F] [M]

First post here….Wife (Jess) and I are in our 30s, been married 15 years, and have 3 kids. She was a virgin when we started dating in High School, and has been a reserved, faithful wife for the duration of our wonderful (pretty typical) lives together. We have a fantastic marriage, and a healthy sex life. We have tried to keep things exciting in the bedroom, and have tried introducing new things over the years (bondage, dirty talk, role play, toys, porn, etc).

About 4 or 5 years ago, I started having fantasies of her being with another man (I’m sure it came from porn, or stories I had read). I just thought it would be so hot to see her getting fucked by another man. One of the main reasons was because she was so reserved, and I knew there was ZERO chance that it would ever happen.

So, I told her about this fantasy of mine one night. She thought I was crazy, and didn’t understand why I would ever want her to sleep with another man, so that was the end of that (or so I thought).

Backseat Rider Mil[F] Part 2

And I did indeed take control. Although not as a parent, but as a horny slut.

I resumed the slow-motion riding that previously my son had been controlling.

Suddenly it wasn’t my son forcing me to ride him, it was my riding him of my own volition… because I wanted to… because I wanted him… although slowly, which only compounded my frustration as I knew I could never get off like this.

I needed to bounce on his cock and do it hard.

I needed to ride it fast.

I needed it slamming into me. I didn’t need to make love, I needed to fuck.

Yet I couldn’t do any of those things without completely giving away to my husband the shocking truth of what we were doing.

Suddenly my phone, which I had by now put on vibrate, buzzed in my hand.

I looked at it.

Fuck, I love you, Mommy.

Reading those five words… reading the most sweet, endearing… innocent even… term for being a mother… and I was a quivering, needy mess.

I couldn’t deny that I felt something powerful even as his cock slowly moved within me, even as I stared at those tender words. Talk about your mixed signals!

[FF] [seduction] [Asian] [rom] THE SEDUCTION OF YUI – A beautiful and romantic erotic story of a mentor’s seduction of her student.

**You can view full the illustrated version of THE SEDUCTION OF YUI at** [https://eroticprose.com/](https://eroticprose.com/)

Yui was 22 years old when she joined the agency last year. She was now approaching her 23rd birthday, as well as her first actual shoot with another girl. She had done numerous swimwear and non-nude shoots in the agency’s various studios and locations and was now looking forward to a shoot with a narrative.

Yui’s day began at 7 AM. After two hours of makeup, costuming, and adjusting lighting, the shoot was ready to begin. The brief for this shoot was that Yui was a high school student, and Ayaka was the teacher. There was to be some very light and inferred lesbian sexual activity that did not involve nudity. Yui was not so much nervous about the lesbian content, indeed, she had realized back in her own high school days that she thoroughly enjoyed looking at and touching her best friend, on whom she had a huge crush. No, she was more nervous about getting all of the professional elements right. Ayaka, five years older and a lot more experienced, had been her mentor and trainer, and now she was to be her seducer.

Backseat Rider Mil[F]

You never realize how much stuff you’ve collected in your life until it’s moving day.

With our youngest son finally going away to college, we did two moves in one. My husband Alex and I were moving into a condo only a few miles away, but first we were driving Cory sixteen hours away to college. Because we had to put all our things in storage (we wouldn’t get title for another three weeks), we were planning a two-week road trip after we finished driving a few days drive to drop Cory off.

As we were packing the car, with all of Cory’s stuff plus our suitcases for the almost three-week round trip, we found we had a major predicament. By the time the car was loaded, there was only room enough to seat two people: the driver and someone sitting in the back seat directly behind the driver. Everyplace else was piled to the roof with Cory’s belongings and our suitcases.

My husband tried to reshuffle everything, but there was simply too much of it.

I finally suggested, “Cory and I could squeeze back there together.”

“For sixteen hours?” Alex asked. “You’d end up totally on each other’s nerves.”

Into the sunrise [M/F, multiple orgasms, facial cumshot, squirting, degradation]

“Come on, please,” you beg me over the phone. “I don’t have a ride from the airport and you’re the only one who picked up.” You explain. I still say no, it’s late and I’m in bed. “What if I… what if I made it worth your time?” You say in a shushed voice. I’m listening. “I’ll… I don’t know, I’ll give you a handy on the way to my place.” I can hear the embarrassment in your voice and only imagine how red your face is offering favors for a ride home.

“I can beat myself off and not leave the house,” I counter. “Plus I can look at tits while I do it.” I’m playing hardball with you now, knowing I’ll end up going to pick you up either way, but seeing how much I can get in return.

“Fine, just come get me, we’ll figure it out.” You say, defeated. “You’re a real ass, you know that?” You laugh after I agree. You hang up and wait in the terminal for what feels like ages until I pull up and help you load your bags into the back. We talk about your family and how your Christmas went on the way to your place, never mentioning any favors until I pull into your icy driveway. I help you with your bags to your front door and you invite me inside.

[30F] I’m going to ask you to imagine something

Imagine this.

Imagine that you’re part of a friend group, a very close friend group, of two guys and three girls. Now imagine you’ve been close friends for maybe 15 years, since early high school, and imagine that this is just an incredibly normal, though somewhat nerdy and academically successful, group of friends.

Imagine that you’re the shyest, nerdiest guy in the group, and naturally, you’ve grown up maybe fantasizing about any – or all – of the three girls in the group on and off over a long period of friendship. That would be natural, right?

Now imagine there’s a fourth girl, who isn’t a part of the main group, but is very close friends with a few of you from the group, and very familiar with it. She occasionally joins you and hangs out as well. She and one of the main three girls in your group also have a best friend, a fifth girl, who also hangs out with you occasionally, but less commonly (she’s mainly friends with the two women separately). You know both of them very well.

The Baby Sitter

Please be nice. This is the second story I have ever written. The first I have ever posted. I hope everyone likes it. :)

**12/31/20**

**Dreams**

**And**

**Fantasies**

**The Babysitter**

Sara opened the front door and almost fell inside, tripping over her high heels. “Whoa, Babe!” Nick said laughing as he grabbed her arm to catch her. “You don’t want to wake up the baby.” It was their anniversary and they were able to get Violet, the neighbor’s daughter, to watch their son for them.  Sara was very excited to be able to go out. She felt like it had been so long since they were able to go out just the two of them. So excited that she might have over done it a little bit. She was so busy getting everything together for the babysitter, doing her make-up and getting dressed in her cutest little black dress, that she didn’t even eat lunch before they had left. When she drank that first long island iced tea it went straight to her head. She ate a good dinner but combined with the-second-long island, she was good and gone.  

My [F]irst Affair – I Let Her Change in [M]y Office

Regular readers will remember the last story where my high school crush had stopped by my house after brunch with friends, and had asked to change from her ‘old lady’ clothes from the formal restaurant they’d gone to, into something more comfortable, presumably sexier. And that she had hinted that it would be too bad that I couldn’t watch her change, and that I’d set up a camcorder that she could turn on if she did indeed want me to watch later.

We’d had our little adventure in the park, complete with police-officer-interruptus, and when she said good-bye, she reminded me to not forget the camcorder I’d locked in my desk when we left.

After she was gone, the family was around, and there wasn’t any chance at privacy the rest of the day, or into the evening. I didn’t know if she vocalized anything, but I wanted to be able to have the sound on, just in case. With my office right next to the kitchen, I couldn’t risk viewing until the house was empty.