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THE CARNAL CRAVINGS OF CONNIE KIEW [F] [STR] Fiction

This story is dedicated to Joe Hendra who’s untimely death has guaranteed us a zombie-apocalypse by there being no more room in hell, and to my mother whom will thankfully never read this, and by skittles, and with Jay Mathers as the Beaver…

Connie Kiew knew that she had finally found love.

Of course, she had told herself that many times before, but this time it was different. This was real. Granted, she had said that to herself many times before as well, but this time it was different. This time she meant it. OK, so she had also said that many times before too, but this time she knew that she meant it.

She didn't know, exactly, how she knew that what she was feeling was, indeed, true love. It just wasn't something that one can put into words which, for me, is pretty convenient.

Connie had always had a passionate love for white men, and on her five-year and two-week quest to find love, she had sampled a wide variety of Caucasian males in every size, shape and color, and just when it all seemed so hopeless, she had finally met her ivory prince at the ripe old age of 18. Read more »

[First time, M/M] I find the courage for some oral fun

^{This is a brief and true recount of my first M on M action from several years ago. I was around 20 and my "date" was a couple of years older. I'm bi, FWIW.}

There was always a curiosity in me, and a disregard for the privacy of female relatives’ underwear drawers; even as young as five or six there was a drive to try a few ‘forbidden’ things. It wasn’t that there was a desire to be a woman, but there was a tendency to swap gender roles occasionally. One night, after a few drinks at a function in another city then a flight home, I figured I needed to act.

I wanted to feel like a girl by finding an attractive young man to please. I wanted to suck cock, to feel what is was to have a full mouth and to be a plaything. I’d been looking at gay porn for a while, I’d even played around with some toys, though of course there’s no substitute for the warm throbbing member I’d seen and read about.

Sharing his Bible teacher wife during the Ole Miss game. [mfm] [oral only]

Just sharing some fun I had this weekend.

I had made plans with a sub of mine to meet on Saturday evening. The calendar was cleared and I was in a great mood. Unfortunately, my sub's plans changed at the last minute and she had to cancel. Perhaps another story for another day.

After watching a few ballgames on tv, I nonchalantly perused the Craigslist ads to see if anything caught my attention. There was one particular mw4m ad in which the couple was looking for a 3rd for the night. I responded with an innocuous email and a few pictures, nothing over the top. A few minutes later, I get a response. As it turns out, she was "out of commission" for anything more than giving blowjobs. This was perfect. I just needed to get off.

The husband, Ken, and I texted back and forth for a while. He gave me just enough information so that I could google them and make sure they weren't absolutely nuts. As it turns out, she was a Bible school teacher and active in her kids' PTA. There's just something incredibly sexy about playing with a good girl that's gone wild. Ken tells me that his wife, Amber, is a bit shy and that I need to take the lead. I told him that I'd be gentle, but firm, and if things got weird, I'd be more than happy to leave. Read more »

The Club [FFM][oral][cheating]

This night was a bust. Between the loud music and watered down drinks, Phillip was regretting letting himself be talked into going out to this club. His friend, Mike, swore to him that the drag show the club was famous for would leave him covered in horny women, but to Phillip, the place seemed filled with kids fresh out of high school and lonely old men. Grabbing Mike’s shirt and pulling him over to shout over the music, Phillip yelled, “I’m going to get some air!”

Pushing through the crowd of dancing, sweaty bodies, Phillip finally broke free and stepped out the doors. It was so much quieter out here. What had he been thinking? That it had been too long since he had gotten laid, probably. Read more »

Better Days Haven’t Came Since The Day I (M) Reconnected with My Ex-Girlfriend (F) – [Part II]

Continuing the story of me and an ex-girlfriend. You can find the first here:

https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3kz37w/better_days_havent_came_since_the_day_i_m/

As much as we seemed like high school students, when we were together the sexual attraction between us paved our way to heaven. Our schedules were busy as I lead our schools rocketry team and prepped for AP exams, hers did too with after-school classes and studying for upcoming standardized testing. Though we always made time for each other, be it one day a week. Since we had differing schedules, our paths never crossed, but I'd surely see her from across campus making her way towards her next class. As soon as school ended we somehow found each other without looking. We'd say our goodbyes to friends and take the long way home. Read more »

I’ve Been Pegged!

Been lurking here for some time and thought I'd give a brief story.

Past few late night romps, my wife has encouraged my to grind, external, on her dildos. She has a favorite 18" double dong that has quite the girth and a couple others that vibrate. Since I showed some pleasure, she also suggested I try it. I'm not shy in bed and will try just about anything so I bought some condoms (hadn't used them in ages) just in case since I wouldn't want to clean that mess up.

Last night was a lot of oral and the dildos got a good workout too. She asked if I wanted to try and after I pulled out the condoms she had her answer. Started with her purple g-spot. It slid right in and I trembled a bit. She was so turned on by my own sensations she began bouncing away on her 18"er and performed some amazing tongue action and moved the vibrator around and deep in me. I didn't know it could go so far! I have no idea how long that lasted but would have let her go all night if she was willing! Read more »

Sexy Scrabble: part 1 [str8] [mf] [oral]

I’ve know Ethan for what seem like forever. We were childhood best friends and middle school enemies. But then in high school when he decides to go and date my best friend Rachel, I realized Ethan wasn’t the total dumb ass he was in middle school. Nor was he the geeky loner kid with the ugly buzz cut. In fact Ethan was now, dare I say it, downright fucking sexy! His acne cleared up into perfectly tan skin. His grew his dirty blond hair into the perfect bedheaded mess. And once he lost the glasses, his bright green eyes captured every girl’s attention and heart.

But my best friend was dating him, so I could never make a move on Ethan. Friendship, however, was something that I could form, and did. We reconned over all the things that had made us childhood friends such as skateboarding, Blink-182, and board games. Yes! board games, both Ethan and I were avid players. Everyone in our friend circle made fun of us for it, but we were too busy rolling dice and counting squares to give a shit. Read more »

How the ghost of Adolf Hitler helped me to become a better person and fuck my sister [inc] [MF] [oral]

I often wonder what a person's last moments look like.

Does their life flash before their eyes, like all those cliched accounts in movies and books and bad sex stories tell me?

Is there a white light that feels warm and fuzzy?

Do you actually feel anything? Is the moment long, or is it short? Is it true that you actually shit yourself one last time in the moment of your death?

It's different for everyone, I guess. Hitler certainly didn't feel anything like that.

"I didn't see anything special, no white light, no angels, no flashes of my life. I was there, and then I was gone. Like the dust of an Untermensch in the wind." the former chancellor of Germany told me when I asked him about it once, and maybe now it's time to explain a few things. Read more »

Hedonistic Worship – A Quick and Dirty Fuck Story [MF]

He saw her most days; their schedules overlapped. When he returned from his night shift, she left for work. Some days, as the elevator opened on their floor, she'd be there, waiting. They always shared a smile, but they never said more than hello. She’d often whisper, "fuck," when she'd just missed the elevator, and while she waited, she'd tuck in her shirt, or put on an earring, or comb back her short hair. She dressed smart: tight-fitting skirt, ironed shirt, stockings, practical shoes, and librarian glasses. Occasionally, she'd wear a dress, the playful kind, and on Fridays, she sported jeans, which suited her particularly well.

Her name was Clare—he knew that from her post box in the foyer—and he often fantasized about her when he masturbated.

On Sunday, he did his laundry in the building's basement. To pass the time, he played Angry Birds on his phone while making idle conversation with Harold, a life-long tenant with a sailor's disposition, and the only other early bird doing washing.

To his surprise, Clare descended the stairs into the laundromat, struggling to carry two baskets. He'd never seen her here before; their brief encounters were strictly a weekday affair. Read more »