Diary of a Very Bad Girlfriend – Chapter 1 – The Discovery

My name is Jessica, and I need help. My life should have been great. Just graduated high school. Nice parents. Moving into my own place with my boyfriend before starting college. It should have been every girl’s dream. So why was I so miserable. Well, it had to do with said boyfriend. Toby. Nice guy. Caring and sweet. But he lacks in a few areas… well… one specific area.

He sports a three inch dick. Four if we’re being generous. And all he wants to do in bed is a boring old missionary position. To make matters worse, he thinks he’s some sort of love god. Yeah, I think love gods last longer than thirty seconds. And they can definitely offer more than just once a week. It was so frustrating. Why couldn’t this guy be the complete package?

My friend Rachel was the only one who knew about my frustrations. She decided that we should go to a party that was happening on campus that night. Plenty of beer. Great opportunity to meet our future classmates. I thought, why not? Rachel and I wore our tightest dresses to show off our bodies. Toby wore baggy pants and a stained sweatshirt. Total turnoff.

The night my wife got stuffed to the max [FMMM][interracial]

So me and my wife had been together since the last of high school and we both lost our virginity to each other. Well we have always had a great sex life, even after three kids, we were still having sex several times a week most weeks, and she was fairly adventurous in bed. She wasn’t opposed to role playing, would make sure she blew me a few times each time her period came and would even allow me to fuck her ass when she was in the mood for it. Now well the kids were younger, we would still have sex fairly regularly but it wasn’t always adventurous as is fairly common with parents with younger kids.

[M]y college memories: [F]eeding my [F]riends leads to some night time fun [Group]

LTL, FTP etc.

It’s called GoneWild Stories and in my mind, stories require context. If you’d rather go straight to the naughty stuff just hit CTRL+F (Command+F if you’re on OSX) and search “Noodles”.

I write this as much for the memories as for you to enjoy. This moment has long gone and as time passes, I find the details of it hazier and ever more difficult to recall. For that reason, I’m trying to include all the parts of it that I think are relevant, including a decent amount of backstory which now that I’ve finished writing it out, makes it a pretty long read.

It started off with a simple “Hey I’m making something to eat. Do you want some?”

Making Music 1 [Affair] [New love]

It was a Tuesday evening and it was her first day at Jazz Band at M-State. Brooke was going there for fun. Her BFF got her into it and her band director at her high school played there too. She was a little nervous but everyone was really nice. She was in the Jazz Band the whole year. She thought the band director was really nice and super funny.

As the year went on she found herself liking him more and more. She knew she had become infatuated and just pushed it off as nothing.

One day, after band practice, he approached her about watching his son so he could get some work done.

“Hey Brooke,” Dan said. “Would you be able to babysit Cale for me. My wife is back home taking care of her parents and I have to work and stuff.”

“Yeah,” said Brooke.

“Would you be able to stay at the house?” Dan asked.

“Yeah, no problem,” said Brooke. That Friday she went over there to babysit.

“Here’s the numbers if you need anything,” Dan said pointing to a paper on the fridge.

[MF] Ms Banking Lady

December 2017

Another Tinder Meetup, tinder has been wonders on this front. I had posted a profile seeking a casual Fwb. Being completely upfront about my intentions.

I match with this mid 20s female, white and what most would consider BBW. She had very nice and clear full body photos and a spectacular smile. We exchange the typical hellos and get the questions out of the way we both have about each other. We agree to meet for breakfast. While I enjoy Fwb I also want to meet them first usually and at least make sure there is compatibility. I need a connection to fuck usually, unless I’m too horned up. I try to be reasonable.

Breakfast goes outstanding and the conversation flows easily. She tells me she has to leave to go into work but wants me to come over that night. So we arranged to meet up at 8 at her place.

Soccer MILFS part three: “Slip and slide” [M]FF

Backstory can be found in part One and two; to summarize, I lucked my way into a threesome with two gorgeous older women. Not just once, not just twice, but three times.

Molly and I ended up having a great relationship, especially sexually. She’s the first woman I’d ever successfully had anal sex with because of my size (8.3 inches long and pretty thick, from what I’ve been told). Every now and then, she’d ask to be fucked in the ass and she loved every minute of it. In fact, she stared squirting when we would do it, something she’d never done before. And you’d get no complaints about it from me cause it was hot as Fuck.

We had our routine of going out to the bar I met her and Sarah at, have some drinks with our friends and then go back to her place. We saw Sarah up there a lot too, a lot of the times, she would come back and chill with us but would leave before anything happened like the last two times we played together… until my birthday weekend.

Taking One for the Team: Part Four (1 of 2) [MF] [Straight] [Interracial] [Busty]

“Holy fuck!” I shouted to myself as I got out into the cold. The first-morning breeze shot through my coat and clothes like a lance. I rushed toward the rental vehicle and slammed the door closed behind me. “Damn, it’s fucking cold!”

Samantha had picked out the rental vehicle. Yesterday I picked it up. I was surprised that she had picked a large sports utility vehicle. It had more than enough room for just the two of us plus our luggage. I plugged in the address that she gave me into the onboard navigation. “Twenty minutes,” I nodded. “Not bad.”

When I pulled up to the security gate, I wasn’t surprised to see the guard inside still asleep. I lightly pressed on the horn.

“Who is expecting you?” the young man asked.

“Samantha Kolesky,” I said, reading the name. “She said she put me on a list?”

The guard scrolled through the names on his computer screen. “I.D.?” he said, holding out his hand. I showed him my Identification. “Do you know the way?”

“Yeah,” I smiled, pointing to the navigation.

My Best Friend Pt. 2

Life has gotten pretty crazy since becoming an adult. Work and college took up a lot of my time. I was sitting in my college cafe studying for my midterms. Political Science was kicking my ass hard core and I was so stressed about failing. As I was sitting there drinking my Starbucks coffee, buried in two political textbooks, I heard someone call my name.

“Elena, hey!”

I looked up as my best friend, Damon, slid into the booth and grinned at me. It’s been 5 years since we’ve become best friends, and he still looked like a Greek God to me. Knowing what was underneath his blue t-shirt and dark blue jeans just made that Greek image all the more tempting. I looked up and grinned back at him.

“Hey, Damon! How have you been? Haven’t seen you around in a couple weeks. Work going alright?”

At the mention of work he grunted a little bit. Alrighty then. It was going well.

“About as good as it can get. I missed you. What are you studying for?”

I looked down at my textbooks and tried not to let my head just fall on them.

My Best Friend Part. 1

It was yet another year in high school. Granted it was only our second year in and I was a Sophmore, but I was bored already. I love learning new things but I found my school to be repetitive which made it boring and dull. Little did I know that I’d be making a new best friend that year. His name was Damon. He had gorgeous eyes that looked gold when the sun would hit them, dark brown locks that made me envious with how much shine they had, and abs to die for. He had a six pack and that delicious little V that’d make me bite my lip and imagine all sorts of things I wanted to do to him. He was the image of a Greek God in my eyes.

Watching [M]y [F]riend get fucked through the window of her bedroom.

Thank you guys for the support on the last story! I mentioned in that one about my friend Rachel getting fucked in front of an entire house party and figured I’d tell that story as well.

We were at her house and she was hosting one of her many house parties that she threw throughout senior year of high school. At this point in the night Rachel had bought so xan’s and was heavily drinking and trying to acquire more drugs. At one point, me and about 7 other people were in her room and her and the guy selling were basically dry humping against her wall, so I herded everyone out to give them some privacy.

Rachel is tall, probably 6’1, B cup boobs and a round ass that was her best feature. She had crazy round eyes that were big and intense and a very big mouth. A lot of people found her very attractive but To me, she looked fucking insane.