Darcy’s Doubts: Day 2 (Part 1) [MT, T-Solo, Oral]

*Bang, bang, bang*

I don’t remember Kyle slamming the door when she left

*Bang, bang, bang*

The hell? Is someone throwing bricks off the roof? Being awoken suddenly is never fun but at least whatever woke me up kept me from suffering anymore at the hands of my own consciousness. I quickly grab some shorts to maintain some modesty and make my way towards the racket. Poking my head into the hall it was obviously coming from the gym.

I took a quick peek at my phone.

“Bitch, it is 5:30!” Ha, classic.

Well, since I’m up mightaswell go check out who’s throwing concrete blocks around. For whatever reason, I knocked on the door, after waiting I felt incredibly stupid and just went in.

It was obvious that a gym was not the first thought for this room. The floor was concrete and the walls brick. There did seem to be some old-school gym mats folded up on the far wall to my left along with a yoga ball and a few other floor exercise items. Straight across from the door was a water cooler. Behind the door was the source of what I was hearing.

Darcy’s Doubts: Day 2 (Part 1) [MT, T-Solo, Oral]

[DAY 1: Part One](https://www.reddit.com/user/BlkFenix89/comments/i5ki9g/darys_doubts_day_1_part_1/)

[DAY 1: Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/user/BlkFenix89/comments/i5kkf5/darcys_doubts_day_1_part_2/)

*Bang, bang, bang*

I don’t remember Kyle slamming the door when she left

*Bang, bang, bang*

The hell? Is someone throwing bricks off the roof? Being awoken suddenly is never fun but at least whatever woke me up kept me from suffering anymore at the hands of my own consciousness. I quickly grab some shorts to maintain some modesty and make my way towards the racket. Poking my head into the hall it was obviously coming from the gym.

I took a quick peek at my phone.

“Bitch, it is 5:30!” Ha, classic.

Well, since I’m up mightaswell go check out who’s throwing concrete blocks around. For whatever reason, I knocked on the door, after waiting I felt incredibly stupid and just went in.

It was obvious that a gym was not the first thought for this room. The floor was concrete and the walls brick. There did seem to be some old-school gym mats folded up on the far wall to my left along with a yoga ball and a few other floor exercise items. Straight across from the door was a water cooler. Behind the door was the source of what I was hearing.

Swapping with my twin late one night [FM]

So, my twin and I went to the same college and we decided to not be roommates for the first time in our lives in the hopes of finally getting some much needed individuality. We kind of drifted apart for the start of the year and didn’t hang out together that much and aside from a few comments, no one really knew twins lived on campus together. All through high school we dressed alike and did the twin thing, but it was time for autonomy.

Anyways, towards the end of the year my sister and I were getting drunk and talking and at the time we were both kind of seeing guys that we weren’t super enthusiastic about. Like any good 80s movie, we hatched a plot to swap dudes for the night in hopes of seeing what the other guy was all about. We had done this once before years ago, so there we kind of had something to start with. We hadn’t been with either of these guys too long and they knew about us being sisters, and knew we were twins, but we hadn’t been talking much lately, so we never really hung out as a group.

Adventures with Grace: our first [MFF] (long)

I was seeing Grace for a few months in the spring. We met in February with an instant attraction that was undeniable. At 22 she wasn’t my normal type, I’d describe her as tall (5’10”), willowy, long brunette hair, dazzling smile, amazing blue eyes that suck you in if you stare into them. Her chest was on the smaller size, but her ass made up for it. Round, firm, solid from years of swimming in high school, gorgeous. I still dream about her ass. Objectively speaking, she’d easily be a 7 out of 10.. Maybe an 8 if you’re into women like her…. Personally, I thought she was off the charts gorgeous. I look at her pictures now and wonder how such an amazing, smart, funny, brilliant, and beautiful woman was into me. I learned a long time ago not to ask too many questions, and just go with it. ;-)  

Me? I’m 49, tall, heavy where I used to be athletic, more gray in my beard than I like to see, a thinning bald spot in the back that seems a little larger every time I look. I’m the funny Dad next door type.  

Watching through her window [MF][voy][exh][mast]

I knew she had a boyfriend now and a part of me wanted to be a good friend and respect that. But the other part of me was powerless to the throbbing monstrosity in my pants that had acquired complete control. I could barely focus on my drive over, and I couldn’t stop my whole body shaking with nervous excitement as I neared her house. I’d only been here once before, and it was hard to recognise in the dark, but as I neared the house which thought was her’s, I noticed a man entering into the car in the driveway. Having never met her boyfriend before, I couldn’t be sure it was him, but I was fairly certain, as I noticed her run out the door to give him a hug before he closed the door, and reversed out. I pulled over to the side of the road and turned my lights off, so as not to draw attention to myself, as he drove past me. My nerves were on edge, especially with how close I had been to getting caught. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. Where I had parked seemed close enough, so soon after she’d gone back into her house, I quietly exited my car, and made my way to her front yard. I knew her bedroom was to the side of the house, and I’d have to open the gate without making too much noise, or arousing suspicion from the neighbours. Fortunately the big tree out the front ensured the gate was in the shadows, which made my attempts less conspicuous.

My Favorite Symphony – oral

You brag about your prowess with your tongue. A gentleman doesn’t need to brag, but a lady might. Let me tell you about me and my mouth. I am a pleaser. I love to get men off. I want to do it again as soon as I finish you. The more you enjoy it, the more I crave pleasuring. Men can tell, they have always have followed me with their eyes, something in my smile I suppose. I have never been quiet about this love, this desire to create ecstasy. It drips from my mouth without a sound.

I am also a musician. My tongue is strong. It is coordinated and talented. My mouth could break you, if I wanted to. But, I won’t. Maybe. What I will do with it, is make you beg. It’s my favorite composition. It begins as I take your cock in my mouth, run my tongue down the shaft. Gently wrap my hand around the base and suck. I love to hear the catch in your breath the first time you feel the softness. I love to start with just the tip, and wait until I feel your hips edging forward trying to get me to take more.

Turbulence [vaginal] [oral] [blowjob]

Some people make flying feel more like a dream than a nightmare.

I’ve taken to calling him Drake due to the large dragon tattoo that started on his chest, the front claws grasping at an anatomically correct heart just above his own, trailed over his shoulder and ended on his lower back, barbed tail curved around his hip. It was massive and it was absolutely stunning to say the least.

I met him in the lobby bar. I was a very nervous flier and found a drink or two beforehand was just enough to calm me. I sat nearby and tried not to stare at him as much as he was staring at me.

“Which flight are you on?” His voice was deep, it didn’t really match the bleach-blonde hair and slim figure he had. He was wearing a nicely fitted charcoal blazer and a pair of dark blue jeans, a tie hung loosely at his neck and the top button on his shirt was undone. My initial impression of him made me think he was a fellow writer, or an out of work PI.

“315 to DC. Work obligations, you?”

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I [f] asked for a cardiology consult and he [m] definitely delivered

I’m a nurse on a cardiac unit. Quick description, I have brown hair and eyes and am 5″1, 34DD and curvy. I was having a really difficult day and while taking a patient down for a test I ran into a cardiologist who I have a huge crush on. He is ridiculously handsome. Brown hair, blue eyes, smile that makes all the girls melt. Every girl has a crush on him and it is widely known that he is a genuinely nice person. He made eye contact and I shook my head. He said, “that great?” I jokingly responded, “I’ll fb message you allll about it.” A few hours later I decided to do just that.

It was March, right before the quarantine started, and the unit was a buzz with the possibility of liquor stores being closed. I messaged him and apologized for being annoying and he said he gets it but not to worry because he was at the liquor store and it would be open after my shift. The conversation progressed and he had to switch to talk to text. He apologized in advance if anything inappropriate is translated. Later, I told him I was disappointed that he never got inappropriate and told him how badly I needed to get laid. He said, “Married men don’t do that,” my response was, “married women shouldn’t have to beg for it only to be disappointed.” He said he would meet me the next day but I thought he would call it off.

Trying to keep my [F] wandering mind occupied, and off of him [M] (and failing miserably)

So, [my last post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i8ojoc/starting_to_get_curious_f_about_my_bfs_roommate_m/) left us off on when quarantine started here in the US, and how I have been doing so alone. My job obviously has kept me occupied (nurse), while Paul had to go in occasionally to help the idiots at his company transition to at-home working, helping with with various things from accessing their work desktops at home to making sure they removed the cap on their webcam so people can see them. Bill, being a trainer, hasn’t worked for a while since his gym has been closed. Something only somewhat related is that I always thought Bill was a bit of an idiot, but it turns out that he’s not only a trainer at the gym, but half owner with his brother, so there’s that (and I might have to join when it opens back up). There’s something I should add here, despite Megan becoming a good friend, she is a bit of a prude (or at least she was), but Bill, Paul, and I have all come to the conclusion that she shouldn’t know of Bill’s former man-whoring days, that she’d find him disgusting and leave him. That’s not to say he won’t ever tell her, he just wants to build up some trust, and possibly wear her down on the subject so it won’t be such a big deal.

Girl’s Night [FF, M watching, Oral]

It’s girl’s night tonight, we decided to try a new spot downtown. I’m getting ready in the bathroom, make-up all done, and a floral V-neck dress that’s tight on my top and flows out at my ribs. I feel your hands on my hips as you kiss the nape of my neck. ‘I almost don’t want to let you leave looking like that.’ I turn around and wrap my arms around your neck, ‘Oh hush, you know I can’t replace my Beau.’ I press my lips to yours; you can taste the lemonade lip tint I put on, not caring about messing it up. Your tongue parts my lips and now I’m starting to wonder if I really want to go myself. A honk outside brings me back to reality and I have to go, I promised the girls. I leave the house and get in the cab outside and Amanda chuckles and hands me a compact mirror. ‘Fix your face, girl’