Post-Divorce Rebound 43 [M] 44 [F]

On the first Saturday that I was officially single, I hit up a popular pub. It was busy and I grabbed a seat at the bar. As I was enjoying my beer, a woman ponied up next to me to order a drink. I made a joke about her getting in my personal space. She leaned in a little closer and laughed harder than my joke warranted. She was cute and about 5′-4″ tall, thin, long blonde hair and blue eyes. I’m 5′-10″ 170 lbs, fit with salt/pepper hair. I’m slightly below average looking but handsome enough if you look the right way.

We bantered for 5-10 minutes, during which time I touched her a couple times on the arm and she reciprocated. I got her number when she left to rejoin her friends. We texted back and forth over the next week, but our schedules weren’t aligning so I gave it up. A week or so later she texted me out of the blue and asked if I was doing anything. I suggested dinner in town.

Crossdressing Flight Attendant [m21m55] [m21f22] [crossdressing] [oral] [foot massage] [pantyhose] [uniform]

I’m not a girl.
My name is Eric Redman and I’m 100% a guy through and through, which is why you might be surprised to learn that no one knows that. 
Have you ever seen those super androgynous people where you just can’t peg down what their true gender is? That’s me, and it’s been me my whole life. I’ve been mistaken for a girl so many times I can’t even keep count. Teachers, classmates, coworkers… one time a doctor even called me ‘she’ when I was getting some antibiotics even though my paperwork clearly said ‘male’. 
My parents were horrified at my gender ambiguousness, so much so that they tried everything to ‘right’ it, including buzzed hair, baggy clothing and all the contact sports they could fit me in. They even had my hormone levels checked out, which all turned out to be in order. 
When puberty finally came around handing out deep voices and muscles, it seemed to just pass me by. I grew for sure, but not much. I looked just as ambiguous as before. One thing it did gift me though was an insatiable sexual appetite that just wouldn’t leave me alone. There was hardly a day that passed by without at least one jerk-off session being performed. And the real kicker? I usually did it wearing my mom’s clothes. 
You see, I had developed a real interest in cross-dressing during my teenage years, partly because I could pull it off so well, but also because it turned me on so much. I thought I was Trans for a time, but no. This was definitely not a wrong body thing as I liked being a guy. I just… liked being a guy who pretended to be a girl more. 
My parents never knew. Seriously. They legitimately never found out that I would sneak into my mom’s drawers, put on her pantyhose and heels and masturbate like a madman. 
At 19 I moved out and never looked back. Now when I say that, I really do mean I never looked back; I’m 21 now and haven’t spoken to my parents in over two years. Or my friends, or anyone else I ever knew.
I started a whole new life in which everything about me was a lie. And you know what? I fucking love it. 

Critical Fail (or Success?), pt. 4 [Succubus][MFF][Extreme Insertion][All Characters 18+]

It all happened so fast, I hardly had time to cast two spells before the enemy swarmed us. Darkness consumed me, final thoughts swirling around my doomed paladin and fallen mechanical warrior.

Horrible nightmares taunted me. Demons emerging from impossibly dark shadows to rip flesh and limbs from my companions, their groans and screams echoing in my head. The protective insignia burned on my lower abdomen, each glancing blow from the vile aggressors intensifying the searing pain further. But I was protected. Tormented in my safety as I could do nothing but watch helplessly as every comrade I’d ever known was ripped to ribbons around me. The endless nightmare drew on and on, making me think I’d been killed and sent to the worst of hells.

I did wake up, _finally_. My head resting on the lap of someone stroking my hair. I could hear a pleasant song being hummed by my comforter, just over the sounds of moaning and pleasure echoing into our cave. I looked up, my eyes widening at the sight. Two large, pink breasts hung from the chest of the person toying with my hair. Muscled arms sprouted somewhere above, extending down to where I lay. Her legs flexed under me, shifting my whole body with her subtle movements. I looked down my nude form, to where I’d been hearing the other noises. My paladin, Eric, was surrounded by three bewitched women. Or, I _assume_ they’re bewitched, each woman completely naked and dripping with some strange pink fluid.

[TF/TG] The House of Lust

Damien is seduced and transformed by a demon from Hell. Now he must earn his soul back by working as a succubus at the House of Lust.

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In the stories they always talk about whiskey burning on the way down. What they fail to mention is that after two or three more shots your throat goes numb and you can drink the stuff like water. Which is exactly what Damien had discovered tonight, swallowing down his fourth shot in as many minutes while dejectedly staring at his phone. His inbox was still empty, weeks of passing out resumes and still not a single interview. At first, he’d been picky only applying for office and banking job but today he’d applied at three grocery stores for bagging positions. His bank account was steadily declining and at this rate he’d be out of money entirely by next week. Then he’d lose his shitty apartment when he couldn’t pay the rent and that was it. Seven days and he’d be homeless, though that window of time was rapidly closing with each purchase of whiskey, cheap and nasty as it was.

I got Passed around in Miami. [FM]

I did this past weekend on a girls trip to Miami.

With a friends celebrating two girls who had birthdays a day apart we are all single And got in touch with a promoter who had us send him a picture of our group and intern is able to get us free cabanas at pool parties as well as tables at the club.

On Saturday we got to the pool at about noon by 3 o’clock we were all pretty drunk and had joined cabanas with a group of guys on a bachelor party. Everyone starts getting pretty hands probably half of us had made out with one of the guys by this point and one thing leads to another and I end up going back to one of the guys hotels where we fuck around 5pm.

No big deal the sex pretty good and we are all down there to have fun. Anyways we had dinner reservations At 10 PM to shower and his hotel room get back into the Airbnb for all the girls were staying. We exchange some funny stories from the pool party and head out to dinner. After dinner we headed to another club where we got there a little after midnight. Of all the clubs to go to the Miami Road run into again but the same guy who I had just fucked that day.

Asked to dress up as a prostitute and got a surprising amount of attention [F]

Should share a proper slutty confession as well 😌

This is from last summer. Me and hubby were spending a week in Spain for some nice recuperation. We are usually up to some kind of mischief. In this particularly occasion hubby asked me dress up as a prostitute. I looked at him puzzlingly, and asked how they dressed. He just brush my question off and said that I’ll figure it out.

I ended up wearing a lowcut blouse, a nice push up bra, a short skirt, stockings and high heels. Then he took me out on a walk, and told me to walk 10m in front of him. During those 30 min we counted 11 men approaching me asking for my price. My cheeks where red but it was so much fun. Hubby is such a naughty little troll 😝

[MF] Hypnotist Makes Her Cigarettes Sexy

Darla had tried everything to quit smoking. Gum. Meditation. Acupuncture. Therapy. Nothing ever worked, not even for a day. The one thing she hadn’t tried was hypnosis. She was skeptical it would work on her. She considered going to a professional, but how would she know if they were a quack? After weeks of agonizing, and chain smoking from the stress of trying to quit smoking, it came to her. She could go see a stage hypnotist, to see if they could actually do it, then she could approach them to see if they could help.

Luckily, Las Vegas was the place to find any sort of entertainment available. She found herself with three choices. Two were men, one was a woman. For some reason, her heterosexual self felt weird about being put under by another woman. That left two. One was “The Great Hypnotico,” the other just used the name Alan Miller. The first one sounded far too goofy, so she went with the second. A phone call later, she had reservations for a Saturday matinee.

The opening act was a really crappy comedian. It was made worse by Darla not wanting to drink. She wanted to be sober to be hypnotized, if it did happen.

Coming Back [PART 2] – How I learned that sex can make you happy [MF]

*Start at Part 1 – the context is what makes this whole story meaningful.* [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/voknqa/coming_back_how_i_learned_that_sex_can_make_you/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/voknqa/coming_back_how_i_learned_that_sex_can_make_you/)

*There were so many kind and caring comments on part 1.* ***Thank you. All of you.*** *After it went up the positive comments often outnumbered the upvotes. Even accounting for Reddit’s stat lag, it still suggests that for those of you who liked the story, you did because it was really meaningful to you, not just something fun to read.*

*And a reminder in case it wasn’t clear already that this story is a bit deep and not for everyone. It’s not your typical carefree display of libido for light reading. It’s a bit heavier, but I think you’ll agree, worth the weight.*

And on that topic, remember how I said that sex with my ex was a psychological clusterfuck? Yeah.. the reasons were… so much worse than I’d described last time. There’s this concept in storytelling that the darkness gets the greatest just before the dawn. It has to be that way or dawn would just be another sunrise. The shadow is what gives shape to the light.

[MF] Hooking up on Tinder with my sister’s help while on a break from hubby

Hey guys and galls! I’m back for more posting about my break adventures. Something I didn’t mention on my last post is how dramatic my physical change was after my baby, I went from 32C – 26 – 42 to 34DDD – 28 – 45.5 . So a lot of booty and a lot of tiddies. Also, I’m not divorced, still married and neither of us have asked each other about our hooking up, I’m not sure he has, he’s been on some long business trips and his mom moved to help me with the baby for a bit.

So the fact that my mother-in-law babysat my baby helped me get some mommy time. I hooked up with my sister’s bf a couple of times after my first post, I will detail those in another post. The thing is I felt like I was borrowing his bf way too much already, he basically fucked me twice in a week. I was really curious about what he thought of me, but that’s for another post.

I got Passed around in Miami. [FM]

I did this past weekend on a girls trip to Miami.

With a friends celebrating two girls who had birthdays a day apart we are all single And got in touch with a promoter who had us send him a picture of our group and intern is able to get us free cabanas at pool parties as well as tables at the club.

On Saturday we got to the pool at about noon by 3 o’clock we were all pretty drunk and had joined cabanas with a group of guys on a bachelor party. Everyone starts getting pretty hands probably half of us had made out with one of the guys by this point and one thing leads to another and I end up going back to one of the guys hotels where we fuck around 5pm.

No big deal the sex pretty good and we are all down there to have fun. Anyways we had dinner reservations At 10 PM to shower and his hotel room get back into the Airbnb for all the girls were staying. We exchange some funny stories from the pool party and head out to dinner. After dinner we headed to another club where we got there a little after midnight. Of all the clubs to go to the Miami Road run into again but the same guy who I had just fucked that day.