Within a day or two, my fate was fixed; seemingly Mom and Dad had simply made up their minds, without further consulting me, that Chrissy and I would be attending prom as a couple. Mom and Chrissy were planning to go shopping for a dress that weekend. On Friday morning I gave in to the inevitable and went to the table near the school entrance to buy a pair of prom tickets. It wasn’t as simple as I’d imagined. There was a permission slip, which surprised me – I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had to get my parents to sign something for school. Worse, there was a “guest form” that had to be filled out if your date wasn’t from the school. That posed a problem: I couldn’t very well put Chrissy’s full name on the form, especially as our family name was fairly distinctive. Furthermore, the form had to be signed by the non-student’s parents. I took the forms home and consulted Mom, pointing out that I didn’t really want anyone at school knowing that Chrissy was my sister. Mom laughed and said, “Don’t worry about it.” She filled in: “Attendee’s name: Chrissy Baboulis.” Baboulis was Mom’s maiden name. Then she signed the form, again using her maiden name, dated it, and handed it back. “Problem solved.” Dad signed my form, using our family name, and wrote a check for the two tickets. He commented: “I’m glad you’re doing this, son. You’ll have a lot of fun. We’ll head down to Jock’s soon to fit you for a tux, OK?” Jock’s was a formal wear company in town. The packet I’d picked up at school had an advertisement for tux rental from a place that, I guess, the school hand contracted with for a discount in exchange for advertising, but Dad was adamant: “No, we’ll definitely go to Jock’s. He’ll take care of you.” Dad owned various fancy outfits; it went along with being a musician, I guess. “Renting a tux is silly, anyway. We can buy something that looks really good on you for not that much more, and you’ll be able to use it all your life. You’re pretty much done growing, I hope — or I won’t be able to afford to feed you anymore.” That was another tired old joke of his.
Tag: Masturbation
A friend confessed he masturbated while fantasising about me. So – just once – I made him cum (28f) [FM]
Masturbation. We all do it. And why shouldn’t we – it’s wonderful. Not *quite* as magnificent as sex (or, at the very least, it shouldn’t be. There are times when it’s a better choice, but that’s a whole other discussion for another time), but it’s as entertaining and satisfying a way of filling your time as any other. Frankly nature took something of a risk when granting us the ability to generate our own orgasms. I sometimes wonder how we ever summon the willpower to leave the house to achieve anything else.
But aside the obvious advantages of self-stimulation, one of the most wonderful things about self-loving is that it can be deeply personal. You can sit back and be entertained and aroused by whatever imagery, pornography or other means of external stimuli you care to mention, and they all absolutely have their place. But, for me, the very best times are when you simply allow your imagination to conjure up whatever filthy thoughts your conscious – or indeed subconscious – mind can fathom, and go with the flow.
[MM] Dry Spell Bud – frotting
Like all the memories I’ve been relating so far, this one also took place over ten years ago, when we were still in our 20s.
We were blowing off some steam by blowing off each other. 69ing was not too common for us, since it can be difficult to focus on the other person if you’re feeling really good, but sometimes it was just the right thing to do. My face was in its favorite spot: down in the another person’s sexual center. We were fully naked and I was on top. My lips were wrapped around his cock, slurping on the head.. I balanced on one forearm while the other wrapped around one of Alex’s legs so I could pump his shaft and play with his balls. My own hips hoverred just above his face, my dick enveloped in his warm mouth.
He stopped sucking me and started to scoot to the side. Thinking he just wanted to flip around and get on top, I stopped what I was doing and got off of him.
Extracurricular Learning (Ch. 2 – Masturbation)
***This story is purely fictional and based on functional characters. Any resemblance to real people and real situations is merely coincidental. There are over 30 “Lee” High Schools all over the country. This isn’t one of them. Happy reading!***
Eric Jackson stared at the page, his heart racing. Sitting across from a student asking to learn something, he would have thought it would be easy. Every teacher’s dream was to have students who wanted to learn, right? But this student wasn’t your ordinary, curious student. This was the object of this fantasies.
Ella Fitzpatrick was 5 feet, 11 and 3/4 inches tall. He knew because she once lamented that she wanted to be 6 feet tall; her legs and ass were her best feature, shapely and toned from playing volleyball and running track for Lee High School in rural Virginia. She had auburn hair that she used to try to style stick straight, as was the fashion of all the high school girls. As a senior, Ella had finally embraced her wavy locks and it gave her an unconventional look. She was pretty, smart, witty, sexy without trying, and everything Eric Jackson feared as a proper, God-fearing male high school teacher.
The Innocent Diaries of an Insatiable Hotwife – Book 1 – Chapter 1 (Rough Draft) [MMF][Hotwife][Masturbation]
## Chills. Everywhere. Down my neck, down my spine, all the way to my toes.
That’s what happens every time I glide my fingers between the swollen lips of my dripping wet pussy.
It’s been three days since I’ve had my last orgasm and I’m going crazy. Life just gets busy, ya know? One thing turns into the next and eventually you and your husband become more abstinent than a catholic priest.
Speaking of my husband, thanks to my *very* considerate snoring, I am now awake at 430am on a Saturday. And since I’m the only one in the house who is awake, I’m going to take advantage of the rare quietness and fix this little problem of mine.
I throw my legs out from underneath the blankets and attempt to get out of bed as quietly as possible. Clumsily doing it in a way that resembles more of a trip and stumble rather than a tip and toe. But I leave the bedroom unscathed and walk down the hallway undetected.
Sneakily making my way into the bathroom, I shut the door behind me quietly, being sure to not to make a single noise. I then turn the faucet on to the bath, envisioning that the sound of the running water will soon be drowning out the sounds of my self-induced pleasure.
Alone Time – A woman’s first experience of masturbation.
It had been such a long week in work. I was up to my eyes every day, but Friday was the worst day by far. Everything that could go wrong did. So by the time I got home I was wrecked, all I wanted to do was sit down and watch a good film and have a few drinks with my husband. I had gotten us a Chinese takeaway and a few bottles of wine on my way home. When I got in I left the bags on the table and ran upstairs to change into my pj’s . I called out to my husband to put the food out but there was no answer. When I came back down stairs I found a note on the table. It was from Tom, it said that he had to go out with clients for the night and that I wasn’t to wait up.
I was disappointed but there was nothing I could do about it, I’d just have to drink all the wine by myself. So I put some of the food onto a plate and opened the wine. I poured myself a big glass of it and went into the sitting room to watch a nice chick flick and enjoy my meal.
19[F] My 59 old stepdad fucked me, I’m a mess
Hey, first of all, I really regret all this. And don’t expect a porn story because this is not at all, my step-dad is not a hot step-dad, he is 59 and he has a big belly, glasses and all that shit. I start:
I’m 19yo and I live with my mom, brothers and step-dad since I’m 8. They’re married since 10 years and he is like my dad. The other day we were alone so I was in the living room watching Lost. He came and asked me if he could join so I said yes, like a normal day. He sat next to me in the sofa and he started tickling my feet (he always did that, like a normal dad), but this time it was different because me trying to avoid her hands I touched his dick and I felt it hard. He knew I felt it so he stopped tickling, he took my feet and he put them on his dick. Everything was doing weird but I felt comfortable and a bit naughty. He started to move my feet around his dick and then he started smelling and licking. 5 minutes later he came to me and this time he took my hands and put them in his dick. I tried to avoid it, but he forced a little bit (and it made me crazy, it really did turn me on). He kept forcing and he took his dick off of the pants, I “didn’t want” to touch but he forced with my hands so I didn’t have the choice and I started the masturbation. It didn’t last because he took me on his arms (I’m 55kg, petite), and he put me over him. He upskirted me and he fucked me. I really enjoyed it, but I regret it a lot. I currently have a bf, so I fucked my step-dad and I also cheated on him. It’s been a few days and I still think about that all the time and I still feel like a shit. Btw, now when I’m alone in the kitchen and my step-dad comes, he always touches my ass or things like that, lmao.
I (M30) and My Former Supervisor and Close Friend (F29) Reconnect and Ignite our Repressed Attraction [MF]
**Intro**
The early-2010s were hell on me, but it was worth it, because it led to this! This story takes place about five years ago. This is a long story, so settle in!
I had gotten married to my first wife, Maddie, right after we graduated college. She was the second woman I had dated in college, [Laura](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kpzaio/the_cute_girl_in_history_class_mf_long/) being the first. Frankly, I should have seen the signs that it was going to be hell with Maddie. To make a long story short, we ended up getting married. By the end of the honeymoon, it was clear that I had made a mistake. For the next five years, I was in a loveless, and nearly sexless marriage with an unpleasable narcissist.
Every month, my conservative Catholic university does a genitalia inspection to make sure us girls are maintaining our purity. As a freshman, I wasn’t clued in on what would happen, but after this night, I could tell you all about it.
I (18F) attend St. Mary’s University. Think of a Catholic boarding school, but it’s a college instead. It’s only females, has a strict dress code, mass every Sunday, chapel every morning, etc. etc. You know the deal. I didn’t really want to go, but this was the only university that my parents agreed to pay for, so I thought it couldn’t be that bad. Oh boy, was I wrong.
Of course I expected most of the regular Catholic school drama that I mentioned above. But imagine my surprise when, in the middle of the night about a month into freshman year, a group of 20 men turned on all of the lights, started making a lot of noise, and commanded all of us to wake up and get out of bed. Let me set the scene. Just like a regular boarding Catholic school, instead of putting us all into dorms, we slept in a dormitory in bunk beds lined up in rows. Think maybe an army barracks, except it was a little nicer than that and the room was bigger to fit more girls in it. We had 4 rows of bunk beds that stretched to maybe 12 a row, so about 100 of us in total. Of course it took some adjusting to, but after some time it was normal. This night was far from normal, however.
My bf 20[M] fucked me 19[F] in the kitchen and didn’t stop when my flatmate 20[F] came in: UPDATE (PT.2)
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A lot of people were asking for an update on my last post before I’d even had dinner! As for how that went, we cooked together and didn’t mention I at first. Things felt a little awkward and eye contact kept lingering on the long side of things, but once we sat to eat things heated up a little. I broke the silence and apologised to her about the night before. I told her that we didn’t think that anyone was home and we apologise if she felt uncomfortable, but she cut me off before I could finish.
She told me that she’s pretty inexperienced, but that it was the hottest thing that ever happened to her. She then confessed that when she went back to her room afterwards she touched herself thinking about it. -The dirty talk and incapability to hold back my moans or orgasm mostly. I felt my cheeks glow a little and felt myself getting horny thinking about her, lying back in her bed, moaning softly as she played with her pussy thinking about… me. I told her that I’m happy that things aren’t awkward and kept eating, trying not to take things much further. I wasn’t sure what my boyfriend would think.