18 year old college fun Part II (M/F, mild exhibitionism, dorm sex, oral, riding, all the fun stuff)

I can feel my bulge pressed hard against the inside of my jeans as I try not to think of the gift you left me in our bio lecture. After class I had gone into the bathroom to get a good whiff of the red lace. Your sweet scent had permeated the thong and stained the crotch area with your wetness. Now I’m texting you under my desk, thanking you for sharing them with me. You tell me to keep them, they’re mine. I only need to give them back if I want to get them worn by you again to redo them.

I leave my final class in a hurry, so horny I can hardly stand it. Just before the end of class you sent me a picture of up your skirt, showing me your shinning wet pussy and telling me to meet you at your dorm. I walk there as fast as I can, trying not to look as rushed as I am. I get there and knock on the door. It’s not you who answers.

Truth or Dare Ball – Part III: Full Swap [Group]

[Part I is here.]
(https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9jfd47/swapping_at_a_halloween_party_an_intro_to_truth/)

[Part II is here.]
(https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9ta2j9/truth_or_dare_ball_part_ii_thor_is_sexy_group/)

*Names and minor details have been changed for anonymity.*

Months went by with no new developments. We made a few attempts to plan with Mark and Winn, but it seemed that they had gotten cold feet. It was disappointing, but not unexpected. After all, Winn was in control, and Winn could be fickle. We had pretty much given up trying to play with them and had moved on to other couples, so we were surprised when they proposed a game night out of nowhere. We assumed that it would be platonic but I wanted to be prepared just in case. So we bought a few bottles of red wine and Michelle wore a sexy-but-not-overt outfit: A collared black button-down with a red pencil skirt, thick-rimmed glasses, and a pair of spiky black heels. I placed the Truth or Dare Ball up on the bookshelf near the board games so it was visible but not prominent. Mark and Winn arrived, and it was immediately clear that they were up to play: Winn was wearing a low-cut, light blue sundress that was so short it looked more like a long shirt. 6” cork wedge heels, a silver anklet, and a choker completed her look.

I was being played the whole time. But once I found out it made memory of it even hotter. [MF]

I recently made a comment on another thread that had me thinking about it quite a bit the past couple of days so thought I’d write it out because there’s a slight plot twist at the end. This happened around 2009 or 2010. I met a girl online named Tara and we progressed from there to talking on the phone then finally met in person to go on our first date. She told me the night prior to our date that her favorite place was Taco Bell and that therefore she was a cheap date. Couldn’t argue with that. She was a little younger than me and still lived at home and went there to pick her up. She was on the porch with her mom and was introduced to her and all that good stuff.

Tara was a little cutie. Blonde hair, freckles, light brown or hazel’ish eyes and a sexy figure not more than 5′ tall wearing tight jeans and hair still wet from an obviously very recent shower. We ate at the Taco Hell and as always they screwed up my order. I swear if I don’t just make a super simple order and get regular taco’s then they’ll mess it up every time. I got a Big Beef Burrito Supreme but it had rice in it instead of beef. But this time I didn’t complain or take it back because I didn’t want to create any noise on my first date with her.

[FF] My obsession

I stumbled onto this sub a few days ago and reading some of your secrets has inspired me to make an account and post my own. I hope this has enough meat in it to be able to pass as a story.

My life can be considered, by all means, a great one. At 26 I am married, living with my husband who I plan to have kids with, holding a great position at a job I love and earning enough income to be able to afford a comfortable lifestyle and still have some extra for fun. Everyone who knows me, my partner included, sees me as a serious, God fearing and committed businesswoman, and yet none of them have a clue that sometimes, when I’m say I’m working, I’m actually doing something else.

I don’t know how to explain this, so I’ll just say it. I have an oral fixation. Anything that is near me, like a pen or a fork for example, I’ll immediately put in my mouth and start sucking. That’d be normal if it stopped right there, I suppose, but the greatest thing to suck on I ever found, in all my life, by far… are tits.

The Way He Makes Me Feel, Part 1 [MF] [Vanilla] [Oral] [Short Story]

**The Way He Makes Me Feel, Part 1**

With his hands on my body, I feel nothing but him. His squeezing and caressing makes the rest of the world fade away. His quickened breath whispers promises in my ear. My skin tingles in anticipation as fire blooms inside of me. Desire courses through me. His tongue dances with mine; soft, but demanding.

Every touch, every taste, every moment together makes my insides smolder. I am constantly in awe of how we fit together, of how passionate and satisfying our time together is, and how much peace washes over me every time I am in his arms.

His kisses wander away from my mouth to my neck; his tongue and teeth teasing my delicate skin giving me goosebumps and sending shockwaves of energy directly to pussy. A sense of urgency takes over as his mouth moves over my nipple. His breath alone hardens my nipple before his warm, wet mouth even surrounds it. My breath catches as I feel his tongue flicks against my now rock hard nipple and I arch into him as he sucks it into his mouth.

The Magic Bean (true story, x-post from r/sluttyconfessions)

Apologies for the absence; trying to publish four times a week was wearing on me. I think once a week, perhaps twice, will let me keep more of my sanity and let the series play out over a longer time.

I’m in a coffeehouse as I write this, which has made me muse about how many of these tales have caffeine running through their veins.

This one, for example — and unlike almost all the other stories, I can pin down the date of first contact. It was the 25th of August, in 2014, when I opened an email from someone who liked something I’d written. That led to a back-and-forth exchange, which turned into banter with intent, and the next day, we were seated at a table maybe six feet from where I’m writing this.

She was 32 to my 51: short streaked blonde hair, soft sinful curves and a wide aquamarine gaze, the sort that gives rise to the phrase “A man could drown in your eyes.”

The conversation struck sparks, and an hour after the first hello we were behind the coffeehouse — in broad daylight and perhaps a mile and a half from my house, mind you — kissing like there wasn’t another soul on the planet who might see us.

Published
Categorized as Erotica Tagged

[M]y Crazy Rich Asian [F] college friend part 2

Part 1

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/chvlov/my_crazy_rich_asian_f_college_friend_part_1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/chvlov/my_crazy_rich_asian_f_college_friend_part_1/)

During that summer months, we took many small trips, Napa, Disneyland, camping at Yosemite, we had a lot of fun. Some of the happiest time I ever had, before all the adulting starts and tons of responsibility weighing over your shoulder. If you are still in college, cherish the moment you have right now. Young and full of energy.

One day, after work I went over to her house as usual. She joyfully greeted me in her big pajama shirt but with one of those sneaky smile on her face. “What are you smiling about?” I asked.

Nicky: Hurry up go shower and I have a surprise for you.

Me: Oh yea? What is it?

Nicky: It’s a surprise! Hurry up!

No idea to expect, went to shower.

Came out and she was standing by the bed “come here” she said

Walking over still thinking what could it be also ready to make out and kiss her, she then grabbed on to my hand and place under her shirt right on to her pussy.

Confessions of a Cabana Girl [fMF][oral]

Eight weeks ago, I took the job of cabana girl at a members only sex club in a mansion outside of Miami. I found that I get tips when I part my hair down the middle and tie it off into two pigtails of champagne blonde reminiscent of a little girl’s pigtails. Raspberry glossed lips. Legs that go on forever in clear Lucite heels. Men love it.

In a bright pink bikini, my behind covered with a sheer floral sarong wrapped around my waist, I went about my afternoon outside on my assigned pool duty. Such an easy job. Provide drink service, make sure fresh towels are stacked on a table beside the pool, and collect trash and used glasses. On occasion, rub sun tan oil on a back which I did with a soothing massage.

[FM] I pretend my bf is my ex sometimes..

I haven’t done this before so please bear with me!

I’ve been with my bf for almost 2 years now, since just before I graduated from high school. (I’m 19 and he’s 20). He’s a tremendous person..tall, not too strong with a bit of “dad bod” on him, the sweetest guy ever. But here’s the thing:

*He’s just not that great in bed.*

He’s great at oral don’t get me wrong..but he just can’t *give it to me* you know? So over the last few months my mind has been wandering a bit farther with each time we have sex. He never lasts long, even with a condom, and isn’t very big if I’m being honest which has led to me getting a 7.5” dildo recently (a bit smaller than my ex but just as thick). When my bf finishes, I have him eat me out and fuck me with the dildo while I lay back and look down at him.

Misery Loves Company: Chapter Two

Miranda got a pair of fresh, fluffy white towels for both of them. James turned off the shower and followed after her. Together, the two of them dried off, stealing glances at one another with smirks on their lips. She was dry first, picking up her heels and slipping them back on before leaving the bathroom. He could only watch her hips sway with each step, his cock twitching slightly. James hurried up to dry himself off the rest of the way before collecting before following Miranda into the kitchen. She was already pulling a roasted chicken out of the kitchen with golden brown potatoes under it.

“Need any help?” He asked.

“Nope,” Miranda said, setting the tray up on top of the oven. “I’ve got everything taken care of. Go on and grab yourself a drink. I could go for a glass of wine.”

“White or red?” James asked, heading over to collect the drinks.

“White, of course.”

James set up the table with utensils and a beer for himself and a glass of white for Miranda. She meanwhile carved up the chicken and dished out two plates with the chicken, potatoes and broccoli from a steamer bag in the microwave. Both of their mouths were watering, starving as Miranda served the plates, gave James a kiss on the cheek and they toasted.