I work around men all day, I see them looking at me, wanting to touch me, use me and fuck me, its like they know I’m a sub. I can’t risk my job by sleeping with my colleagues, its forbidden, but makes me want it so much more.
When it gets too much I have to go to the ladies bathroom, I lean myself up against the wall and start to rub my clit, knowing that I will cum within seconds as another female colleague could walk in at any minute. I take myself back to my desk, my pussy seeping with cum. How I would love to be bent over my desk and railed.
Every night I come home, my thong dripping with cum, I can’t wait to lay on my bed and watch my favourite porn and allow my self to orgasm, moaning and squirting.
I tease myself, slowing running my finger across my clit, soaked with my spit, not long after this my pussy starts to become lubricated, I take the moisture from my pussy hole onto my clit, the more I rub the harder it gets.
I think about a man’s wet tongue exploring me, tasting me, and begin to rub harder.
My legs begin to tense and the rest of my body stiffens, I spread my legs and feel my squirt seeping through my thong and continue to tease my hard and throbbing clit with my finger tip.
Time to clean up and get ready for another day working in the morning.
Tag: Porn
Learning from my Sister (Part 2) [M/F + F, Incest]
This is a continuation from my submission to a DirtyWritingPrompt’s prompt. Please check out Part 1 on my profile (I don’t know if links are allowed, I’m sorry). There will be a Part 3 soon!
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Chloe grabbed her keys and left the house hoping that her brother and Bridgette were going to have a good time together. She tried her best to show her brother what she knows about pleasing a woman and he did an amazing job at that. Her brother was a natural, most guys are. Chloe opened her car door and sat inside feeling a soreness from her ass where her brother had just fucked her. She smiled thinking that maybe that wouldn’t be the last time he got to practice with her then pulled out of the driveway.
Colin went to the bathroom and turned the knob to start the shower. As the water warmed he stood in front of the mirror. He puffed his chest out like he was on top of the world. He was ready to show Bridgette his new found skills. Just the thought of being able to fuck her got him hard again as he stepped into the shower. He felt the warm droplets splash against his back, tilted his head back as the water ran on his face now, and grabbed his cock with his hand.
Exploring with Bartholomew
Things were different in those days. More innocent. I suppose that you would say that I was naïve. But there was no internet. A lot fewer television channels and we had people like Mary Whitehouse to make sure that what we watched on the telly was clean and wholesome. Of course, there were ‘top shelf’ magazines in the newsagent’s shop but they were mostly bought by people passing through. No ‘local’ would be seen buying them! And the closest that schoolboys got to pornography was surreptitiously looking at the pictures of topless African women in the National Geographic magazines in the library.
I suppose that you could say that I was a bit of a tomboy. I enjoyed the outdoors and one of my favourite possessions was my bike. I used to ride it far and wide. I usually went riding with friends but, if no one else wanted to join me, I was quite happy to go riding on my own. Of course, there was less traffic on the roads in those days and, in any case, I tended to stick mainly to quieter country roads and forest tracks. With my Bartholomew half-inch to the mile map, I had the freedom of the county!
First Double Penetration Exploration [FM]
The first time we tried out the new chastity cage was a Friday night. My husband had been anxiously waiting to use it since we got it in the mail that Monday. After dinner, he went into our bedroom to try it on to check the fit. It fit him like a glove and felt sleek and comfortable, a stark contrast to the other cages we had previously tried.
I took the key from him and with the transference of power complete, I placed the key on my bedside table. He turned on a female directed porn movie to watch together while I undressed and climbed onto the bed, lying on my stomach. He sat on the bed next to me and brought out the massage oil lube, caressing and massaging the intimate curves of my body. He moved his hands slowly and sensually into my thighs and buttocks, slowly inching closer to my lips and clitoris.
As he massaged my inner thighs and around my anus, I could hear how wet I was becoming. I began to feel euphoric as he ran his thumb across my labia and my clit, teasing my sensitive points. Small moans escaped my lips as his fingers danced around my clit, slowly building the sensation.
Masturbating in the living room [F27]
Masturbating in the living room [f27]
This may not be the place to share the story. If not, then Iwill delete or move it.
This happened several years ago while I was studying and living at home. After a hectic period at school, I was going to take a day of self-care. Everyone who lived in the house was out, either at work or at school, so I had the house all to myself.
I started masturbating in my room, but eventually felt that I needed some extra stimuli, so I wanted to watch some porn. my problem was that my pc was still lying in the car parked outdoors and i was butt naked and dripping wet. I figured I could use the big screen in the living room. It was connected to the internet. I checked the clock and still had the house all to myself for many hours. In the living room I quickly found some movies that teased me, I also had a vibrator. I switched from movie to movie and things got harder and harder on the screen.
[F] Portraits of my (F46) past lovers [Part III.ii: Graham]
This continues my “portrait” of Graham, following up on my journey of exploring my sexual past I started here: https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u33z2w/f_i_f45_had_a_secret_affair_for_8_months_it/.
Today’s instalment will be a bit different. I’ve paid attention to reader comments before and tried different things, like writing more graphically and so on. One reader I’ve been chatting with, K., has given me some advice that I want to try. I’m not sure I’ll be able to pull it off, but I’m going to try. Basically, she told me my writing felt more therapeutic than erotic. To me, that’s one and the same thing, but I wanted to try writing in a way she would find erotic too. So here goes. I hope it’s not embarrassing. At least trying to be more erotic and graphic suits the subject matter, because Graham was the lover I was most exploratory, least inhibited with.
A Spiritual Awakening [F]
Oh, to be a young woman again. So starved for something I didn’t even know I wanted. Something all of my friends did, regardless of gender.
Nearing adulthood, I was far behind those around me. I wasn’t expecting to find something so addicting and yet so fulfilling.
I had heard about masturbating my entire teenage life. I never explicitly found out what it was. I was scolded by adults for mentioning it, and the kids my age kept it hush hush in favor of not wanting to get caught saying something inappropriate. And for years, that’s the way it stayed.
One night, mom and dad were out of town for the weekend. They trusted me to keep to myself responsibly for one night. They had done it before. I had long since reached the age of maturity and was definitely capable of making one or two meals for myself.
After making myself dinner, I turned on the TV for background noise while I did some homework on my laptop. When I was done, I proceeded to scroll through Instagram until I came across a meme that told a joke that went something along the lines of “when your parents catch you masturbating” or something like that.
Fire on the Mountain
Last year I went through a tough breakup and decided to do a bit of soul searching. I cleaned myself up a bit, quit watching a lot of porn and basically tried to be spartan and controlled. I also started a new job at the University I had been a grad student at so I was feeling like I was on a good path. I had been addicted to the dating apps but all that seemed to get me was these cyclical relationships that always fizzled out. I was now in my late 20s and tired of swiping.
Enter Taylor. Taylor had just graduated from undergrad and was working on campus for the summer. I had seen a her around before and always thought she was super cute. Curly dirty blond hair, and the body of a ballerina but with notably perky tits and always a cute smile. She reminded me of Keri Russel from Felicity. Kind of a throwback, sexy girl next door thing going on. We had exchanged pleasantries before and had always smiled at each other on the quad but that was the extent until that summer. We were both working in the same lab and shared the same office. We started talking every day and after a couple weeks there was obvious chemistry.
[MF] Eight years later, the start of something depraved.
The build up was almost a decade in the making.
Reyna, from the same town as me. Curvaceous, thick ass and big natural tits Latina. Long brown hair down to her ass. Big doe blue eyes. Plump dick sucking lips. The definition of thicc.
She’s the college roommate of a high school friend, which is how we meet. Me? Athletic but still too nerdy to understand women found me attractive. I had a girlfriend at the time we met, my first. She was nice, wholesome, but a starfish in bed. And I…through many years of porn, was depraved, sadistic, and cruel. (Not to her, mind you.)
So, I met Reyna. We’re bickering all the time like siblings. I don’t get it that she’s *flirting* with me. It goes right over my head. I didn’t have the self-confidence I do now.
I hear things from my high-school friend. Reyna likes it rough. Likes to wrestle. Likes bruises and bites. And of course, I can’t think of anything else I want to do but wrestle her.
[MFF]inding my girl was a quean, pt II
Background [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v5gxde/think_about_her_when_you_cum_discovering_my_girl/).
A few weeks had passed since that incident, and while B and I had barely discussed it, she’d become more open about her interest in me and other women. She’d started picking porn out for me to watch whilst I fucked her, and kept pointing out when other women were checking me out – but we were still both cautious about pushing beyond the fantasy.
One Friday night, B, L and I went to a hosted a gathering for a few friends. It was a pretty casual thing summer thing, and B was dressed in a sundress which complemented her curves, whilst L showed off her legs with short shorts and a crop top that exposed her toned abs. It finished up about midnight, and we found ourselves chatting shit in the living room after our friends left. B and I were on the sofa, while L sat with her legs outstretched on the floor, facing us. None of us was exactly sober, but instead coasting the perfect amount of tipsiness. Our conversation drifted to dating, and L was telling us about the latest finance bro who’d messed us around. “It feels like no one wants to fuck me” she exclaimed. Without missing a beat, B replied. “J does.” (That’s me).