The Rural MILF: A profile [F]

Hunting, gardens, and big picture-perfect houses were the image of neighborhood; In a spring time environment, fresh air with a sweet nature smell; and along with these images, a well-tempered family of four. That last detail was not the case for Ms. Lauranne.

Divorced, kids grown up and left for college far away at famous schools; Not much of a fan of hunting, leaving just the gardening; Hater of news and modern television, leaving only reading, and a somewhat painful silence in the large rooms and halls. An empty nest, with not much hope for more life.

And still there was Ms. Lauranne, clearly fit for more love and a family if she would chose, even as unlikely as that would be.

So she begins to act different, as all do when seperated from society and social interaction. She becomes less private, goes just a bit longer before changing from the robe post-shower. Doesn’t lock the door quite as often. Craves more ‘fringe’ content on the internet, especially during private time, which has turned more or less, into all the time.

[MF] I hung out with my best friend over break.

For the better part of the past decade, I have known Kay. I met her on an unremarkable day in the middle of a school field trip to a museum. Her class and my own were paired up to go walk through a particular exhibit. She and I had both ended up standing side by side, ogling an old painting. I thought it was wildly beautiful and unique. After about a minute of staring, we took notice to each other and without skipping a beat she says to me, “It sucks.”

From there we made plenty of conversation to drown out the dullness of the day. We had become friends faster than most people blink – something both of us later agreed on happily.

Over the next couple of years, she and I went through the trials and tribulations of high school. Drama after drama. Crush after crush. Standardized test after standardized test. However, we realized that we are vulnerable and developing as most people around us were. When we fell to our knees, we were there to pick each other up. This is when we became best friends. We learned everything there is to know about the other.

My [F] forced orgasm experience with a married man contd. (part 3)

All right. I’m not proud of it. But I caved, and met with Sam again about a month later when he was “in the city” for work. I hated myself while texting him that I’d be there, both because I was now officially complicit in cheating – with a married man no less – and also because I couldn’t let go of how incredible last time had been. So I rocked up to the hotel room in jeans and a sweater, to try and compensate for how skeevy I felt.

That lasted about 10 min.

Sam had let me know ahead of time that he wanted to do something different this time – he’d brought a Womanizer sex toy, which is basically this little suction pump that goes over your clit and then uses air to…suck on it, for lack of a better word. I’d watched a couple videos of it online beforehand and was already pretty damp between the legs by the time I saw Sam sitting at the edge of the bed, looking as ordinary as ever like he hadn’t had been making me beg for it a couple weeks ago.

First time about my first time [FM]

I’ve been an intermittent reader of this subreddit and while I enjoy a lot of the stories, I often get frustrated by the fakeness that seems to enter into a lot of these. So I figured I’d try my hand at telling some of my stories that are 100% real. Hopefully these go over well…they are not embellished or changed in anyway. So 100% authentic even if sacrificing some degree of sexiness. Well here goes…

I figure it would be fitting for my first post to be about my first time. To set the scene, I was a senior in high school and had a boyfriend I had been seeing for almost a year. I’m 5’2″, petite, with long brown hair and brown eyes. I’m small chested…about a 32A at the time of this story. My boyfriend was about 5’8″, athletic (on the football and wresting teams), with blonde hair and bright beautiful blue eyes. The only thing I’ll change in the story are the names to protect the not so innocent :). To that end, let’s call him Todd and I’ll go by Katie.

Fuckin the receptionist at work Pt.2 [FM]

I’m going to pick up first where it left off. Check my post history for the first story.

Thanks for reading!

When she asks me about the room I told her to mingle around while I go get one for us. People are mostly cleared out since it was close to the end so she just saying her good byes pretty much.

When I go over to reserve the room I find out that there’s only a couple of rooms left for the night due to it being close to the holidays blah blah blah. I was expecting to spend about a hundred on the room, but I was blind sided. So it’s between this regular room with a full sized bed (bleh) and their huge suite up top with a king sized bed and view of midtown (great view) and I try to reason getting this room, and I can’t find the logic. I’m literally spending about $300-$400 to fuck this girl when we both have apartment not far from here and I am trying to be reasonable and responsible… But it all makes sense when she comes walking towards me, shoes shining, that black dress glistening, her hair which looks like mild sex hair is bouncing along with her, she flashing this smile that kills me. So I look back over at the concierge and tell her I want the big room. I’m kind of an idiot sometimes.

[ff][fingering][tribbing] Finding out that I was lesbian for the first time in freshman year

Haiii peeps ;) A little about meee first. My name is Crystal (I know it’s some cartoon character too but it’s actually my name!). This story happened about a week ago, not surprisingly, during my freshman year of college. I’m 18 now.

I’d call myself good looking. I have dark brown hair, I’m 5′ 4″, and I have skin on the paler side. I have 40D boobies ;) I lost my virginity when I was 16, close to 17. From that time to this story, my sex life wasn’t too active. This story was a sort of spur of the moment thing. Since this story, I’ve been more sexually active, mainly with my girlfriend :)

Anyways, this story is split into FOUR parts. I’ll have all of the headers in brackets. Part one: Background info and all that shit Part two: When she first starts coming on to me Part three: When the fun part starts ;) Part four: The “aftermath”

Hawaii hotness with my (kind of) cousin PART 2: From her perspective [FM]

**Background:** About a month ago, my best friend sent me a post on this sub saying it sounded remarkably similar to an experience I had the summer we graduated high school. And holy shit, was she right? Everything about [this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ebydg/hawaii_hotness_with_my_kind_of_cousin_f/) sounded just like how I remembered my crazy Hawaii hookup with my step-cousin – except he got my bikini color wrong! I couldn’t believe it, but it had to be him. I made an account here, thinking about writing to the poster, but then he deleted his account. Since I don’t see my cousin much anymore, I figured I’d never know whether it was him. But I unexpectedly saw him at a family function before Christmas, we got to talking, we got to drinking, I got to asking, and he got to admitting. Now, it’s my turn to dish. So here’s the apparently much-anticipated part 2 to our story, from my perspective. :)

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[Group] A night after dancing..

In a previous story I mentioned I used to be a stripper and a hooker. Both things I LOVED doing. I am old now, but at the time I was barely 20, strip clubs were much less regulated, and they had bars so most guys were drunk. They have changed a lot since then, but I digress.

It was the end of my second week. I wouldn’t call myself a stellar stripper by any means but I can work a pole and I’d get my cunt right up in guys faces. I had been having a blast and making bank, even before I started selling my pussy I did ok.

Well, it was a busy Saturday night. We had a feature dancer there (a porn star whose name I can’t recall) so the place was packed. The club closed at two am and it was getting late and guys were leaving, headed off home or wherever. Some girls left when it slowed down, but I ALWAYS stayed till close.

George’s Marvellous Medicine – [MF][Bimbofication]

Every morning at 08:32 am, George Battersby folds his copy of the Daily Mail and sets it to one side. Draining the coldly disappointing dregs of his breakfast tea, he stands up from the Formica breakfast table and brushes his trousers with his fingertips. Having removed any wayward crumbs of toast, he says “Right then” in a peremptory tone, and kisses his wife, Missy, on the forehead. Missy, every single morning, looks up from her soft-boiled egg and her breakfast smoothie and says with mild surprise “Oh, are you off to work?”.

At 08:35 Mr Battersby dons his jacket in the hallway, neatens his tie in the full-length mirror, and steps outside into the suburban street where his neighbours, Messrs Foreman, Patel, Tartley, and Krupp are also emerging blinkingly into the morning sunlight. He gets into his pastel blue Ford Focus and drives to his place of work on a disspiritingly landscaped business park where he is a salesman for a moderately successful manufacturer.

At 08:55 am, he walks through the revolving door of Frigitech Ltd (the South East’s leading supplier of commercial refrigeration and air conditioning units) and spends the next eight hours at his desk in a fugue state of spreadsheets and despair.

[MF] The magical blowjob..

This story is about the first and really only girl to spit on my cock.

At this point in my mid 20s I had had a lot of sexual partners. So I have had a large helping of blow jobs from lots of girls. Nobody compared to this one. She was a friend of a friend and like just about every female friend of a friend – I started fucking her.

We all hung out and crashed at my friends house one night. The next morning we were kissing and groping eachother. At this point we had made out and used hands but hadn’t gone much farther. I hadn’t gone into detail about kinks or things i liked yet either. She works down my sweatpants and underwear until my throbbing cock is pulsing in front of her. Morning sunlight hitting every vein casting little shadows up my shaft. The sparkle in the glob of precum that was dripping down the front of it caught her eye and she immediately slid down between my legs to catch it with her tongue. She slowly licked it up and swallowed it with a “mm” that implied I tasted good.