Extramarital – Part 1 (prelude) [M/f] [bondage] [married] [mast] [setup] [no sex]

*New account for my first attempt writing the kind of sexy stories that I enjoy reading – time will tell where it goes, or whether it goes anywhere at all. I have some ideas. I welcome feedback.*

*This is fiction, please assume that everything I describe is between consenting adults.*

*“Stay calm … focus on the sounds in the room …”* she silently repeated to herself, determined to keep the sound of her own pounding heartbeat – increasingly amplified by the vast of the snug, padded blindfold covering her closed eyes – from overtaking her remaining senses. *“Breathe in… breathe out…”* She continued to wait, fully exposed yet comfortable, steadily holding her position on her hands and knees, her bare torso resting on the purpose-built furniture that she’d seen for the first time when she arrived earlier.

STRANGER FUCK [MF] [cheat] [oral] [anal] [mast] [facial]

The challenge for Stephanie and Mark was to spice things up a little bit. For them, spicing things up could be something as simple as a handjob on the sofa. Their sex life was boring and Stephanie knew it. Mark didn’t mind so much. He could go ages without any sort of release. Stephanie, on the other hand, couldn’t.

Stephanie had desires. She had things she wanted to do. When it snowed last winter, Stephanie begged Mark to take her onto the deck and fuck her, doggystyle, in the snow with her little snow pants pulled down just enough for him to enter her. He laughed and said she was weird.

One evening, Mark came home late from work to find Stephanie in bed, masturbating vigorously. Instead of kicking the door down and jumping on his wife and fucking her brains out, he quietly tiptoed into the living room and waited for the moaning to stop. And then he came in to the bedroom, undoing his tie.

“When did you get in?” She asked, sitting up anxiously.

“Oh, a while ago. I just wanted to give you some privacy.”

My year as an escort, and the time my best friend was a customer [FM] Part 3

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/adhjyt/my_year_as_an_escort_and_the_time_my_best_friend/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/adssx3/my_year_as_an_escort_and_the_time_my_best_friend/)

The sweat trickled down my temple, gathering at the nape of my neck and slowly trickling into my braless crop top. There it seeped onto my breasts, covering them in condensation and creating small wet spots where my nipples flirted with my shirt. “So what we get drunk. So what we smoke weed. We’re just having fun.” Bruno Mars’ heavenly voice cooed from the speakers over a soft beat as I pressed my body against Ben’s, my crotch pressing against him and my boobs rubbing against his hard chest.

“So what we go out. That’s how it’s supposed to be. Living young and wild and free.” Green neon lights flickered in sync with the beat, illuminating countless hot and sweaty bodies dancing around us. I couldn’t see them, as my vision was filled with the boy in front of me, his eyes blue as the sky on a cloudless day. His hands were shakily exploring the small of my back, soft palms feeling up my bare skin. On occasion, his fingers would venture towards the inside of my shirt, and I would hold my breath, hoping that he would continue upwards. But then he would lose his confidence, and his hands retraced to the safety of my back.

[MF] best job training ever

This story is about me and my coworker fucking while she was training me to be her replacement.

She’s 5’5 blonde hair beautiful ass and nice boobs
Me 5’10 athletic build

Rachel and I had worked together for 2 years, but were just friends due to the fact that she was in a serious relationship. That is until her boyfriend dumped her and moved away, which hit her really hard. She spent the next 2 months trying to deal with the break up with no avail. I even took her out after work a couple times to try and cheer her up, but that didn’t seem to help any either.

Her mother and sister both lived out of state, so she decided it was best to move back home to be with them during this time. She was a delivery driver where we worked, and when she put in her 2 weeks notice I was told I got her job. We started training the next day which was just driving around for 6 hours a day in the company truck and talking. She spent a lot of that time talking about her break up (which makes senses), but towards the end of the 2 weeks she was finally starting to sound a little happier. She later admitted having me to talk to all day helped her a lot.

[F]irst Steps into the World of Sex

Disclaimer: not very gone wild but I wanted to post SOMETHING so here I am

I didn’t know what masturbation was until I was 18. Up until then I was a completely clueless, innocent, small, 5’2, Christian-raised, Asian-American girl. The first time I had even heard of masturbation was when I was browsing videos online and there was a stupid challenge about people trying to refrain from masturbating for a month. You can imagine how confused I was, seeing drawers full of lotions and people going to sexy movies and being frustrated.. What could have possibly been that frustrating???

So I looked it up. There were articles on best sex toys, There were diagrams instructing me to use two fingers to vertically, diagonally, horizontally, squeezing the clitoris, etc. I was extremely confused. What is clitoris?

(To clarify, this is not a joke. I’m just clueless and a late bloomer.)

Anyway, I decided to take a small mirror in my room and examine my lady bits. I still had no idea what a clitoris was, but this was the first time I saw my pussy. It was so.. weird and full of folds. I awkwardly put my index and middle finger together, like how you would pet sea animals at the aquarium, and started rubbing the area a little below my clit in a circular motion.

Valerie [F] [BDSM] [exh] [mast] [sm]

[Note: The main character is based off of a real person I met at a kinkster munch once! However, everything in this story is OC and fictional, including the name. I’ve only written this so far, but I’d like to gauge interest before writing more. Let me know what you think!]

Valerie clutched her stomach as it gave a deep rumble. She sighed and looked up and around from her old, bulky laptop in vain, knowing she was once again out of ramen. She didn’t think she could stomach another bowl of the salty, squishy noodles anyway. Her body really needed something substantial, but her thin budget—recently raped from paying for the upcoming semester’s tuition and rent for her shitty couch space—considerably limited her options. She sank back into the frayed green couch and hoped the hunger pangs would subside.

About half of the time, they would go away if she could distract herself well enough, either by watching a movie or finding something interesting to research on the net. What always worked, however, was finding some other, stronger physical stimulation.

Crash for the night Part I [MM]

A little background: I am a bisexual 30 year old man living in NYC. I keep my sexuality to myself so no one in my friends or family knows that I like guys too.

The story starts online…on Facebook. A friend from undergrad reached out to me saying that he had an interview for a job in the city and that he wanted a place to crash. Initially, I really didn’t want to say yes, because I am kind of an introvert and I hadn’t spoken to Sean since college, almost 10 years ago. We had a lot of classes together back then and we often skipped them to get some pizza at a famous joint on campus. He was very muscular back then. I remember how he used to work out constantly. I also remembered the giant tattoo on his right bicep of the initials of his college football team buddies. However, his Facebook pix showed that he had changed. His muscle bulk had turned to fat and being short in stature didn’t him any favors.

DREAM THREESOME [Mff] [oral] [rimjob] [squirt] [piss] [facefuck] [creampie] [mast] [creampie eating]

The best thing about being in your mid-30s and not wanting to get married or have children is the freedom to date around. Of course since I’m 34, and most women ages from 28-38 are on the marriage and babies bandwagon, I tend to date either slightly older or slightly younger women.

Everything was going just fine. There’s no need to be deceptive on dating profiles anymore. I guess guys used to feel they had to say all the right things to get laid and then after magical date #3, they’d disappear. Nowadays, women are just as up front about their wants and needs. So, when I see a cute girl who says she wants something serious, I swipe left. There are plenty of other options.

Over the course of nine months, I fucked, on average, three different women a month. Some were more daring than others, some were pretty PG, but for the most part, nothing too wild happened until Sarah showed up.

The voyeur and the daughter pt. 1 [FF] [Masturbation] [Undressing] [Age gaps]

I had to work away from home a while ago and I couldn’t find a hotel with space. I called an old friend – Mary and her husband – who I hadn’t seen for a long time. They said I could have their spare room.

Their house was a large detached place a short drive from where the job was, and they welcomed me as if it hadn’t been a decade since I had last visited. They were wealthy, comfortable – she in cashmere and silk, he in Levi’s and a white shirt.

We ate in a tastefully lit kitchen, all deep reds and creams. We were just having another glass of wine when I heard the door open and close.

It was Suzi, their daughter.

I blushed, I must have. Only the half-dark saved me. I was married. I had never been with a woman before. But my god. My God. She was beautiful. She was slender and wore tight black jeans and white sneakers. She wore a check shirt that she shrugged off to reveal a ripped t-shirt over mere scraps of a tiny lace bra. Her face was heart shaped and her Sharpie-black short hair was held in a tight bun by a chopstick.

Crash for the Night (Part I) [MM]

A little background: I am a bisexual 30 year old man living in NYC. I keep my sexuality to myself so no one in my friends or family knows that I like guys too.

The story starts online…on Facebook. A friend from undergrad reached out to me saying that he had an interview for a job in the city and that he wanted a place to crash. Initially, I really didn’t want to say yes, because I am kind of an introvert and I hadn’t spoken to Sean since college, almost 10 years ago. We had a lot of classes together back then and we often skipped them to get some pizza at a famous joint on campus. He was very muscular back then. I remember how he used to work out constantly. I also remembered the giant tattoo on his right bicep of the initials of his college football team buddies. However, his Facebook pix showed that he had changed. His muscle bulk had turned to fat and being short in stature didn’t him any favors.