A friend from high school [M] shared his girlfriend [F] with me [M].

Hey everyone, this whole thing must’ve happened about seven or eight years ago. This also turned out way longer than I expected. I just found this subreddit and have plenty of things to share on here. I’m of Indian origin, but I’ve lived all my life in the US.

Note: All the names here are made up. I’ll be Derek.

Anyways, back in high school during our freshman and sophomore years, we had a small group of close friends with five people. Ryan was one of them. He was fairly smart (not overly smart), really good at sports (but not nearly as athletic as most people), and filthy rich. Probably the richest in the city. He was seeing a girl called Erika, who was a part of our slightly larger group of friends with about eight people. She was easily the hottest girl at school. Everyone agreed and Ryan knew it. I won’t go into detail because she was still a minor at that point. They loved each other and they were perfect for each other. It wasn’t just ‘jock meets slut.’ He wasn’t a jock and she wasn’t a slut.

I thought someone might find this a good read about [M]e and my stepsister

There is a TL;DR at the bottom but it doesn’t do the story justice, so just know you’re not getting the full picture. Otherwise, enjoy!

When I was a freshman in high school my mom met a guy and they hit it off pretty well. She introduced me to him and his kids, a daughter and two sons. I thought the daughter was cool because she was my age, but the two sons were too old for me to really relate to, with one heading to college and one starting senior year.
The first time we hung out, I started to crush on my to-be-stepsister, we will call her Emma. She was shorter than me, she had this sort of strong attitude about her, and she was fucking curvy for an 8th grader (she’s a year younger than me so that’s how it was at the time). As we got older I crushed on her harder and harder, and we got closer and closer. We listened to a lot of the same music (my favorite of which was Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men, which we sang as a duet even though she had a beautiful voice and I couldn’t sing at all), we watched videos together, and we basically spent every night for two years hanging out in her room, with me trying to flirt and her seemingly not noticing an ounce of it. This got to me, and eventually my crush began to fade as I took an interest in this Brazilian girl at school, and I had been bragging to the whole house that the Brazilian would be my next gf. In hindsight, I don’t know if my waning interest in Emma had anything to do with this, but out of the blue one day in her room we had this conversation almost exactly:

I Was [F]ucked Into Oblivion by my First Black Guy at [M]ardi Gras

I’ve always loved this sub and was excited to make an account just for this and I’m so happy to make my first contribution! This story happened to me about a month ago and the way I’ve felt since has been like nothing else, every time I close my eyes I can’t help but relive it and touch myself.

This post is long so if you want to skip the background, go to the (******) for the good stuff and (XXXXX) for the REALLY good stuff, tl;dr I’m at Mardi Gras and you can probably fill in the blanks yourself.

My customary background: I’m a 19-year old, 5’4, 135lb college girl with slightly wavy light-brunette hair that dips just below my shoulders, hazel eyes, 34C breasts, and a pretty nice bubble butt if I can brag a little. In high school I played soccer which gave me some killer definition in my ass and legs that I’ve maintained decently enough since then. I’ve always been a “good girl”, I got good grades, had a great relationship with my parents, and when I do cut loose, it’s always in a safe, respectable way.

SHE WOULD DO ANYTHING TO BE FAMOUS [Mmff] [oral] [mast] [feet] [piss] [facial]

**THIS IS A CUSTOM PIEXE FOR A FELLOW REDDITOR.**

When Hayley was in high school, she got pressured into being in the school play. Guys and Dolls. It was just the sort of thing she used to make fun of … but after opening night, she had been bitten by the theatre bug. Performing was all she wanted to do. By senior year, she was a full blown theatre junkie with lofty Hollywood goals. She loved attention. Any kind. Good, bad, provocative.

Hayley was always naturally beautiful, so of course, she was the target of bullies who secretly envied her. Hayley almost never worried about doing her hair or wearing make up. Whatever she wore became the trend. One morning, the school bus pulled up. Her brother got on and told the driver she was coming. She wasn’t usually late, but had been up late the night before “writing a paper.” The truth was, she was a cam-girl who wore a mask and would masturbate on camera for cash. Not wanting to be late, she grabbed her brothers shoes, which happened to fit.

The Neighborhood: Part 15 [FF][Exh][ENF][Fdom][Oral][MC][SciFi]

**The Neighborhood: Part 15 [FF][Exh][ENF][Fdom][Oral][MC][SciFi]**

**A brief recap:** Colin Turner was a middling sad-sack with failing marriage, who stumbled into a dream job based on some research he wrote years ago. He took a job with Fenris, a company with its own little enclave in Wolfsburg, CA, and its own peculiar work ethics. Fortunately, he had the sly and sexy Janelle, his hiring advisor, to act as his guide as he acclimated. He moved into a large house in the neighborhood with his wife Alison, and becomes involved in a company project involving wristbands that can alter behavior, within limits, based on keywords of phrases. Over time, Colin learned to enjoy his newfound freedom, his expanding desires, and to leverage the behavioral technology he has near-unfettered access to live out his fantasies. His sister-in-law, Stella, recently moved in, and Colin decided to take advantage of her programming skills, among other things. Colin had a *hands-on* experience with the bleed-over effect from the mesh-ware update on his afternoon commute, shortly before finding himself facing a weekend invitation from a recently retired Senior Executive.

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**Chapter 32: All Alone in a Big House**

Hypnotizing Hanna Chapter 3 [MF] [MC][DOM-SUB]

So, Hanna. What am I going to do? She has been on my mind nonstop. At school, she’s everywhere. Outside of school, I rarely used to see her. Now, it seems like she’s everywhere. Why? We don’t hang out in the same places or with the same people. If it weren’t so far fetched, I’d say she was following me. For instance, I went with some friends to the mall. I never really liked malls, by the way. A whole bunch of stores selling different versions of the same things that I have no use for. She’s there, at every turn, looking radiant. Then, we leave and go get food. We walk in and she’s there. I can’t escape her.

[MFF] I married them, and then they took me home with them

Sorry for the length. (name of our sextape!) I just finished it and it is, well, looong. I thought about splitting it up in multiple posts, but fek it. This way I know that if you comment or like, you are a *true* smut-fan. ;)

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I write these things about sex a lot, but I never really wrote down my *actual* sexual experiences. At least not before the one I did earlier this week. And it seems people actually enjoy reading about that stuff, so it made me think what else I had stashed away in my memories that was worthy of writing down for a change. I have a couple more, but the one I am about to recall is probably the one that speaks to the imagination the most. There is some backstory involved tho, so stay with me for that, if you’d like. 

If you feel you are entitled to just the smut because you absolutely have to nut as soon as humanly possible, just scroll down to the markings. I think I’ll make them stars. So, search for the stars. Shiny. ⭐

Surviving [M]y First Craigslist Encounter [F] (Pt 3)

We dry-humped for a few minutes, my hands on her hips, balancing her, guiding her, then slid my hands up her sides, to her ribs, and slowly began to caress her sides, making sure not to actually touch her breasts.

Her breasts were big and round enough that they stretched the sides of her camisole, and it was actually difficult to run my hands up her sides without making intimate contact. Somehow it’s one thing to be hugging or grinding, and quite another to actively use your hands, isn’t it? I began to caress the round sides of her breasts, very lightly and carefully, waiting for a reaction from her, wondering if she’d decide that I’d just reached a line, that she didn’t want to go any further.

But that signal never came. I continued to run my fingertips along the sides of her breasts, and then started to draw a line underneath her mounds, determining just how large and soft they were, and then suddenly she daringly pulled both of her tops off, exposing her bare breasts for me.

I gasped.

[F]ucking [M]y crush in a movie theater for our first date [Public] (Second Story)

Link to the original story if you haven’t read it: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bo0w61/fucking_my_high_school_crush_at_our_reunion

I’d like to open this story with a quick thank you to the people in the comments who told me to get it together and ask Porter out again, I would be kicking myself for not taking advantage of this oppurtunity given to me, so THANK YOU!!

Anyway, so it had been two days since me and Porter had hooked up and we had been texting a little back and forth. I took the advice of you guys and Baylee and said fuck it and asked him out to see a movie with me. I was really nervous about being rejected, I’ve got a bad past with men, but to my suprise he said he’d love to meet up with me. We agreed to meet up later and I chose a theater I knew would be less crowed and chose to see Long Shot because I knew most people would see Pikachu or Endgame. I wanted him alone in a public place where there was the danger of maybe an usher coming in but not too many people. Also, and more importantly, I got to actually wear something attractive unlike the last time. It was pretty easy to up my game. I wore some hot pink thigh high socks because I knew those and that color turned him on. A flowery skirt that came just above the knees, a white lace bra that you could easily see through, and a light pink shirt that draped over one of my shoulders and exposed the other as well as the starp of my bra, and most importantly, no panties. I realized i might have gone overboard on the pink but it was too late for that and I headed out.

Special Therapy for a Spoiled Brat [MF] [Spanking] [virginity]

Special Therapy for a Spoiled Brat

“Good morning, Sandra,” Dr. Homes says, walking into my room. I can lock it, but all the high-level staff here have keys and enter and exit as they please, to make sure we’re not doing drugs or something. It’s creepy. My parents sent me here after I dropped out of college and got pulled over for drunk driving. Luckily, my dad, the mayor, is a huge supporter of the police force and the cop delivered me back home. However, my parents gave me an ultimatum- stay at the House of Restoration until they felt I was rehabilitated, and return to school in the spring, or I’d be cut off. Not kicked out or anything, I just wouldn’t have my car or spending money, which would suck.

The House is okay, most of the girls here are honestly kind of bitchy, super new-money types that think Michael Kors is high-fashion. But the rooms are large and private, the sheets don’t scratch my skin, and there is a gym, a few pools and tennis courts. They don’t force us on a crazy schedule, we just have to keep a daily journal to share in group therapy and exercise for at least four hours a week. We’re not supposed to have phones but of course I snuck mine in. Overall, it’s like a vacation. Except for time with Dr. Homes.