My slutty friend, Sharon! [FF]

Yesterday I posted a story about my slutty friend, Sharon and her email to me. There was an overwhelming response from men and women curious to know what happened so I emailed her to continue her story. First I’ll recap what I wrote last time:

My sexy married friend, Sharon, a 53 year old plump gregarious housewife, who is secretly a total slut, just sent me an email about a slutty adventure she had.
“Hi Amy, get this. I was coming down the NY Thruway yesterday, the snow made it impossible to travel further, so I pulled into a hotel. Walking in I called hubby on phone telling him I had to stay the night, chatted briefly and hung up.

Standing in line to book in, I saw a young pretty woman ahead, clearly in same situation. We both started chatting and in minutes we were good friends although she’s half my age. With not much to do we both sat in the lobby and chatted over drinks. I joked “great to be out of husband’s reach with this snow maybe at last I can cheat….”, she grinned, showing me her ring and said “I feel the same way…but then again who can I find here tonight?”.

Knocking Up A Lesbian [MFF] [preg] [squirt] [oral] [mast]

Kara and her wife, Lexi, were planning on having a child. But Lexi wanted more than anything to carry a baby, so they started looking into options. One night, over too many drinks, Lexi put her hand on my thigh and in a sultry whisper, leaned in and said, “Unless you wanna pump me full of cum.”

Lexi always had a thing for me. And she hadn’t always been a lesbian. But when she met Kara, she just knew she had to spend the rest of her life with her.

I woke up the following morning replaying Lexi’s sultry whisper in my ear over and over. Ultimately, though, I chalked it up to her being drunk. But when my phone buzzed an hour later, I knew otherwise.

“Didja think about last night?” Lexi asked.

“Wait,” I responded. “I wasn’t sure if you were serious or not, so I didn’t want to bring it up again … but …”

“But …” she typed.

“Let’s discuss.”

20 minutes later, Kara and Lexi were sitting in my living room. Kara did most of the talking.

Housewarming Party [MMMMFFFFFFF] [orgy] [oral] [mast] [swing]

Jessica moved into a new apartment three weeks ago and was counting down the days until she was ready to host her very first party. The painters painted, the electrician rewired and hung a new chandelier. The furniture was delivered. And the groceries were purchased. Including maybe a few too many bottles of champagne.

The night of the party, Jessica invited 12 friends over. Eight were coupled off or married. The other four were single—including two men and two women, with whom she hoped to introduce, leaving Jessica as Lucky No. 13.

Jessica prepared an amazing meal, inspired by a Gordon Ramsay video she’d seen on YouTube and promptly at 7pm, the guests started to arrive.

After a while, the place was packed with all of her friends. They were laughing, drinking, eating, and drinking some more. Of course, everyone brought a bottle of booze. One guest even brought some celebratory joints, which were lit and smoked.

Not long into the evening, everyone was baked and drunk and mellow and flirty. The four single friends were introduced. A married couple sat in the corner, making out. The playlist had changed to an after dinner playlist—quiet, jazzy, sexy. No one seemed to mind that Frank and Melanie were making out in the corner. And honestly, it inspired some other couples to do the same.

Ida and Ashlyn [ff] Lesbian [oral]

Ida was just barely asleep when she heard the door open. Her friend Ashlyn was staying over, visiting from out of town. It had been years since they had seen each other last. And the connection was still strong between them. Ida had never been with a woman, but there was a certain warmth she had felt during her time with Ash, which she had promptly attributed to the Merlot. Same with the warm flushness she felt on her cheeks when Ash had laughed at her jokes…or when Ash had grabbed her forearm while intently telling a story. She had dozed thinking about Ash’s smile, and questioning her own motives for doing so. She heard the floor creak and soft steps come across the room. Her hearth pounded. But she stayed motionless and pretended not to notice.

Was Ash really coming in?

how i started pegging my boyfriend [mf] [kink]

Hello again, everyone. Thank you for reading my [initial post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7wqax8/pegging_my_bf_mfkink/) about pegging my boyfriend, which was more of a snapshot of a typical session of ours. With this one, I hope to give a little more background and build up.

About a year ago, I was studying abroad for several months and away from my boyfriend with whom I live. In the absence, as you can imagine, our dirty talk got pretty raunchy. It was always sexier to write things out via text, and even send them while he was at work.

I would tell him how I wanted to, when in the shower together, come from behind him and push him up against the wall, and reach between his legs to start stroking him while I had my other hand on the back of his neck. We both like being dominated but we both like being dominant as well. Maybe this was a hint for what was to come.

Things escalated fairly quickly. He went from saying how he couldn’t wait to get back to worshipping my pussy and ass (I have a nice butt for a white girl; he loves eating it), to saying he wanted me to flash him in public, which was something new.

[TF] How I got my lesbian ex-girlfriend to love being fucked my my girl dick [Long-ish] [M2F]

So I am a trans woman who is different to most other you hear about. I love my dick and I love having small but perky boobs with pierced and tattooed nipples. (See profile for pics) This real story has a fair bit of gender fuckery so if that’s not your thing, please move on.

I’m Kat, 5″9, athletic to slim build, don’t have the time to work out so much these days but I’m still in shape, 36B boobs.. Dark ginger hair, blue eyes, pale skin, red lips, got the whole Snow White thing going on. I’ll call my ex Hannah, she’s 5″5, slightly chubby with soft, voluptuous E cup tits. She’s an alt girl, tattoos, pierced hood, bright red hair and tanned skin, her arse is the kind you could eat all day and still be hungry for more.

How I[M] lost my virginity in less than 24 hours after being messaged by a girl.

Long long time lurker but first time poster here. I guess it’s my first and only story as of now. I had not even imagined 24 hours ago that I would be sitting where I am right now. So let me tell you how this all started.

A while back I made a reddit post that you can see on my profile. Someone messaged me yesterday with just a contact number and said call that. I was very suspicious but it was a local number and a quick reverse search of the number didn’t pinpoint it to any scamming sites. So I messaged the number on whatsapp and this is how that conversation went:

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So after a few messages, she got straight to the point. She wanted me to come over that very same night. Obviously, being a virgin I was very apprehensive about this whole ordeal. The picture she sent (which I don’t disclose because she said not to) was of a banging cutie. She was about 5’2, blonde hair, petite, and had some decent sized boobs. I thought this was some kind of prank that someone was playing on me. So she suggested we do a video call on whatsapp, which we did that night as well. And oh my gentlemen, she was even cuter than her pictures suggested. So not wanting to jump straight into her place that night, I made the excuse that I was busy and perhaps sometimes over the weekend I can meet her.

Seela Carter and the Little Deaths of Baeladees (Part 1) [MF][FF][ENF][Exh][Fantasy][HP Wizards]

[Editor’s Note: This is a piece I wrote on commission, but was abandoned by the original requester after one round due to it being non-canon HP fiction. I was clear that I wouldn’t write about characters I grew up with banging each other (I have *some* scruples), but it is what it is. I offer it to you all, gratis.]

**Seela Carter and the Little Deaths of Baeladees (Part 1)**

Here I was a First-Year—in university, this time—but a First-Year nonetheless. Magical university, I would learn, was nothing like and *exactly* like magical grade schooling, all the hassles, the fun, the trouble, but maybe the stakes were higher, this was my future, after all. Much in the sense that I wasn’t good enough to get into Hogwarts, I also wasn’t good enough to get into the university-level version of it—a university so elite, it’s not even possible to utter its name unless you attend or graduated from it. So, I went to Burrlumps through my Eighth Year, and now I was in northern Scotland at Baeladees.