Tag: Porn

[F] “Once I even staged suicide”: a model of an erotic video chat about my work.

How to become a webcam model?

I am 23 years old, from Russia, so I apologize for the translation errors. I study for a journalist. In my free time I play video games, go to concerts. In the summer, if possible, I’ll hitchhike around the country.

Web modeling is a job where you communicate with viewers (using a webcam), fulfilling some of their requests. Webcams are often compared to pornography because in both cases a naked girl sits in the frame. I learned about the existence of this profession at the age of 18 from my boyfriend, who was much older than me. He said that there are girls who simply stream themselves and get good money for it. Later on Facebook, I saw a post saying that the webcam studio is gaining models: they promised remote work with good earnings and without a dress code. One of the main requirements was knowledge of foreign languages. I learned that in every million-plus city there are several webcam studios that do full-fledged business on streams (most of them are concentrated in St. Petersburg). Studios are ordinary three- or four-room apartments, in each of which a model sits. Typically, studios have a large base of girls who change, for example, every six hours. The studio receives a percentage of donations. Read more »

My Confusion Part 2 [MM] [MF] [Oral] [Anal]

As I was about to cum my mind went to the training room with the coach rubbing my leg near my crotch, it was at that moment I came.
What the fuck I thought, why did I think of that now?
And why did it make me cum so hard?

Early the next morning I was out on the track.
The morning sun felt great on my alcohol abused body.
You could see the dew beginning to burn off the track.
Later as the asphalt heats up comes the shimmer of heat mirages that trick you into thinking there is water on the track.
When I run late in the day I use these to trick my mind into thinking I have to reach them.
Yet they are always just out of reach.
I decided to get the jump on my team mates while they were still asleep.
I was trying to beat my best time and to that end I set a training regime, one that is a bit more rigorous then what the coach set forth.
Each day up at dawn and onto the track.
I loved running alone, I had only myself to compete with.
When in a group there was the inevitable need to be better, faster then those around you.
When I am alone I have time to think and allow my mind to wander where it will.
This morning it wandered to my coach and why I thought of him while jerking off last night. Read more »

Hello S-P-O-R-T-S fans!!! (Sexually Promiscuous Oh-so-juicy Ravishing & Titillating Specimens)

Hiya,

So for the majority of the civilized world, Sunday is marked with a tradition as old as America herself, bathed in a baptism of cheap beer, stained jerseys, and screaming at the television like they can hear you… Of course I’m talking about football, but it’s not the only practice that rules Sunday afternoon…

No, for the rest of us degenerates and depravers, the last day of the week is marked as just another time to curl up in bed, remove everything below the waist and fucking play baby, plaaaay. And how do I like to play, you might ask? Well first of all, I don’t call a penalty for any dirty conduct, and I don’t stop and start every 5 seconds… In fact, I’m hoping our sessions last well into Monday morning. Read more »

Losing my virginity and living out my ultimate fantasy [MF]

When I was 19, I was a freshman in college still getting over the heartbreak of things not working out with my high school sweetheart, and it was especially painful for me when Valentine’s Day rolled around for obvious reasons. Because of her religion, we never had sex, and I felt an intense longing to lose my virginity, but I’ve never been the best at engendering relationships with the opposite sex, so the thought occurred to me to hire an escort for the occasion. So I went to the escorts section of Backpage (it was still a thing back then) to find one who I liked.

I eventually settled on a curvy 26 (or so I thought) blonde named Taylor (which was just an alias) and sent her a text asking to schedule an incall. We scheduled a 30-minute one (which was all I could afford) at the Quality Inn where she stayed for 2:00 PM that day after I got out of class. Because I didn’t have my driver’s license yet, I had to take the bus all the way to the other side of town about 5-10 miles and walk an additional stretch in the pouring rain to get to the hotel. When I got there I sat in the hotel lobby only to get a text from her saying that she’d be late because of work and that she had to delay our little get-together until 3. So I went and dinked around in the nearby library for an hour before then, and she texted me her room number and I went up to it and knocked on the door. Read more »

[MT] Didn’t know she was trans until she told me, and it ended up turning me on even more

A little about me. I’m a 22-year-old American guy. I’m on the slim/toned side, and stand at 6′ 3″. I’d say I’m decent looking, people (girls/sexual partners) call me “cute” a lot because I still have the face of a 14 year old kid and my skin is soft and smooth. I consider myself very open-minded sexually, but wouldn’t really consider myself bisexual since I’m only interested in relationships with women.

I’m typing this on my couch about 8 hours after I met up with my first Tinder date, Jessica, in my new city. I matched with her about a week ago, and thought she looked pretty hot. She was a latina with insanely long black curly hair and smooth caramel skin. She had an athletic body and a face that reminded me a lot of Penelope Cruz.

When I intially looked at her profile I assumed she was a cisgender woman. There was nothing about her that resembled a trans person or any traces of masculinity. So suffice to say when she told me she was trans I was pretty blown away. Read more »

[GROUP] TRUTH OR DARE ADVANCED

Ok so it goes like this…I had graduated college about a year prior, but was still staying by campus until I figure what I was gonna do with myself. I was staying with 2 of my best friends in a duplex. It was the day before homecoming and I had invited a girl from my hometown to hang out with me for the festivities that weekend (let’s call her Lucy). My roommates and I had planned a pre-homecoming house party at our place to kick it before the weekend. It was a great time, but IT WAS PACKED! So much that the police ended coming clearing it out, and giving us a nuisance violation ( that’s a whole other story lol).

Anyway, we cleared the house out by like 1:30am. The only ppl left were my roommate A (let’s call him Steve), and his girlfriend (let’s call her Jennifer). My roommate B (let’s call him James). 2 girls we were cool with (let’s call them Karen and Vicky) myself and Lucy. Read more »

The first time I [M] fucked my gf after her divorce (Long)

So my previous post, I mentioned that when I met my gf, she was still married at the time and that she was unhappy with her marriage. We ended up hooking up while she was still married. When we would go out on dates and hang out, we would fuck in her car afterwards (I lived pretty far from town at the time and her car was more spacious than mine) as she was still living with her husband.

When she finally got the divorce, we went out to dinner and I had a feeling what was gonna happen afterwards. We finished out meal and she asked if I wanted to come over and see her place. We’ve been dating for a while and I never got to see her place so I said sure, knowing full well how the rest of the evening was gonna pan out. Read more »

Me and My Mom

**It Begins**

“Beverly, Beverly, what has happened to you?”

I was walking past the downstairs bathroom when I heard those words. The door was open a few inches, and I could see my mother’s reflection in the mirror when I looked inside. I wasn’t trying to peep, but it happened that way.

Mom was wearing a tight sports bra and nylon shorts—workout clothes—that she spent more time wearing than working out in. The bra supported her large breasts without hiding her cleavage, and it left her abdomen bare down to her waistline. Mom wasn’t heavy, but for the last few years she was picking up a pound here, and a pound there and they weren’t going away.

The extra weight was evident in some of the clothes she wore, like her shorts. I noticed they fit tighter than they had a year ago, and I saw the way the fabric dug into the cleft between her thighs. I wouldn’t have been aware of this if Dad hadn’t pointed it out one night as a joke, but now my mother’s thick, meaty camel toe was something to look forward to during her “workout” time. Read more »

[MFM] Spit roasting my FWB

Earlier in the year I wrote about [hooking up with this little Latina firecracker](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bsi4v3/mf_daytime_hookup_with_a_single_mom_latina/) called Jenny who lived close by to me. Since then we have become friends with benefits and hook up on the regular. It’s a relationship of mutual convenience. We both know what to expect and what not to expect. Jenny has told me she is not fucking anybody else. If it is true or not, its none of my business but she has never let me down. Last Friday my phone pinged in the middle of the afternoon.

Jenny – “Hey, I’ve got the night off. I’m free and I need some attention :-). How bout I come over with some take out.”

Shit. I was conflicted. I don’t like to bail out on my commitments. I had already promised to go to my friend Jimmy’s moving in party but now I felt like I owed it to my friend (with all those additional benefits) who was never unavailable for me when I came calling.

Fuck it. I pinged her a message back. “Got a party tonight. Come along if you like?”

“Oh it’s like that is it. You wanna be seen in public with me. Ha!” Read more »

My Step Sister [MF] [MM] [Spanking] [Oral] [Anal]

MY STEP SISTER
This is an account of my experience with the step sister
who came into my home for a short period.

After my mom remarried I had a new step sister her name was Joni.
We were the same age, both of us were 18 at the time.

One night when our parents were out for the night I was up in my room and watching porn.
My shorts were off and I was stroking my cock to it’s full hardness.
Joni was down stairs watching TV.
Normally I am able to hear anyone walking around the house however today I was so engrossed in what I was doing I failed to hear her come up the stairs.
I had neglected to close my door fully, there was just a sliver of a gap. Read more »