[MF] I wanted to get a good night’s sleep, but instead we finally figured out how to love anal

My wife Rachel and I have been together for nearly 15 years, and our sex life has never stopped being adventurous. But even though we both thought it was hot, for whatever reason, anal never worked.

It certainly wasn’t for lack of trying. We read up on it, used toys, did lots of lubing and preparation, started off with hot baths and massages with scented oils, everything. It wasn’t the dynamic that didn’t work; we both were into the taboo nature and it played into our power exchange relationship. Dirty talk aside though, when it came to the act itself she couldn’t enjoy it. For Rachel it hurt, burned, and stung unpleasantly no matter what angle we tried or how much prep we did. Shortly after college, we mostly gave up.

Fast forward 10 years. We’ve gotten married, are now both over thirty, and not to put too fine a point on it, are both workaholics. So when we fall into bed on weeknights it’s usually for exhausted sleep. But not tonight.

Tonight, my wife is so horny that she can’t sleep. [I should have known](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v8o575/mf_the_many_different_ways_to_make_a_mess_on_her/). It’s that time of the month and two days in the cramps stop and the horniness begins.

I [M30] went lingerie shipping with my married friend [F28] [mf]

We were 4 hours into a shopping trip at the centre and I was ready for home. Imogen had dragged me along with her under the premise that we’d grab coffee and put the world to rights like we used to.

Imogen was married, happily I think, but we’ve had our fun over the years too. She’s insatiable, I become a different person around her, it’s partly because she’s a flirt, partly because she’s got an amazing ass and I’m a sucker for it. We’ve never really spoken about it but there’s definitely an attraction there between us, I think I provide a little excitement as I’m the polar opposite of her husband. He’s vanilla, I’ve choked her before, he doesn’t like going down on her, I would have it for breakfast, he’s got an average dick, I’ve… Well….

Anyway the last stop was an expensive lingerie store, the king of awkward shops for a man, and I was very reluctant going in.

“Please Ryan, I trust your opinion, please.”

I couldn’t handle it when she pouted like that, begging.

“Ugh, okay.” I groaned. “But you owe me.”

(M4F) My first Gilf

Out of curiosity and to some degree, boredom, I thought I’d try one of those local phone apps. for local singles. And since I was single and was bored & curious, I thought why not? So I downloaded the app and put in all of my info and put in the info type for the kind of female that I would be interested in. I did upload some nice pics of myself and a brief description of my personality, likes & dislikes and the kind of female that I was looking for and I just waited.

An encounter with a redditor [Noncon, Reluctant, Creampie, M31/F27]

You’ve been talking to a nice guy that you met from a r4r subreddit…and you two hit it off.

The stranger gave you some instructions for you to follow as your conversations got kinky.

Here are your instructions:

– You will start to always sleep naked (if you don’t already).

– You will leave your front door unlocked when you go to sleep.

– You will answer this message with a message detailing your full name, and your address.

One night I will come to your home. It may be tonight, it may be in a week or it may be in a month or two. Who knows?

After messaging me back with your details you go about your business as usual, eventually you don’t think of it anymore. Little did you know, I had planned when I would come over.

I will enter silently, careful not to wake you up. I will be carrying a bag with the things I need. I will enter your bedroom and put the bag on the floor, still careful not to make a sound. The first thing I will pick up will be a nightlight, which I’ll put in, casting a soft light over your bedroom. I will take my time, moving carefully and slowly.

How I got the nickname “Snow Bunny” with my guy friends [GROUP]

I was a late bloomer and didn’t lose my virginity until after High School but at some point in college I dove headfirst into sluthood. One time I was hanging out at a guy friend’s apartment and I found myself in the awkward position of being the only girl with 4 dudes. I had already fucked one of them (he was a FWB) and another one was a guy that I really wanted to fuck. The other two were kind of nerdy but I’m into that.

They were playing a video game on the TV and I was super bored so I sat on the futon drinking Smirnoff Ice (yuck). My FWB was sitting next to me so I decided to get a little frisky and start rubbing his cock through his shorts. At first he didn’t seem to mind but after dying in the game he sorta smacked my hand and said “stop, you got me killed!” The other guys noticed what I was doing and the one who I was thirsty for mentioned that if I wanted to distract him that he wouldn’t care.

(MF) Travelers… PT 1 (Apocalyptic, consensual)

Travelers 

The underbrush crunched under his feet, he pulled the wrinkled map from his pocket kneeling down in the shade of a dead tree. Well that wasn’t very specific, all the trees around here had died long ago. This particular part of the wasteland was the target for one of the first attacks between great nations, leaders had long threatened a scorched earth policy, for once a politician kept their word. Everywhere he looked it was gray and dismal, he focused back on his map the tip of his finger sticking through the worn gloves as he traced his path. 

“I can make it to the river today, yeah thats a decent day. God I need to keep an eye out for water.” He smacked his dry lips together, reaching back to check the weight of his canteen before indulging in a small sip. Like everyone who roamed the wastes he was in a constant battle against the elements, struggling to find food and water consistently. He trekked on through the Arkansas hills, heading south following the tales of a stable and livable future in Central America. 

how My (M35) wife (F29) become a chuck queen (cuckold)

My wife is a doctor she recently started working at a call center pharmaceuticals as a customer care representative as she was comfortable working long hours in a hospital. My wife’s body type is chubby and she usually dresses modestly to hide her curves and body also we come from a sub-continent region where women are usually shy and wear western or modern clothing, However, after joining her new office she started wearing clothes not so modest which I noted and asked her about she told me that environment at her new office is liberal and wearing modest clothing make her outcast there. She started working late hours after one month of joining she told me that due to work pressure she need to work overtime to make things work.

Our sex life is also not that great either. we usually have sex once a week without any passion just as duty sex. Our marriage has become a compromise with each other finding pleasure in small things but usually, we feel depressed and frustrated with each other. We try to keep our marriage intact with occasional movie night sex and dinners

[M]y first ever blowjob

*Just for the record, I know this is different from my other stories. So, sorry if you were expecting a story of me railing a hot chick – we’ll get back to our regularly-scheduled programming later.*

I was a loser in high school. Everyone is some kind of loser in high school, but I was the one specifically who didn’t get laid. I had a “girlfriend” for a couple months – I think she went out with me because it was too awkward to say “no” over MSN Messenger. We held hands twice and kissed maybe once – mouth closed.

Through it all I had this friend named David. David and I grew up across the street from each other. We went to the same schools and were always fast friends. We ended up going to separate unis but made sure to keep in touch. After fifteen years as friends, it was weird to not see each other basically every day.

The first few weeks of uni were an experience for me – I even made out with a girl! And played with her boobs! – but the pants stayed on and I was still a virgin. Which of course came up when David and I hung out when we were both back for Thanksgiving break.

The Elven Queen Falls to the Invading Orcs [M/F/M, Magic, Elf/Orcs, Noncon, Oral, Rough, Spit-Roasting, Degradation]

*Please bear in mind that this is a rough noncon scene. You shouldn’t proceed further if such scenes cause you discomfort. In that case, I have a variety of consensual stories on my profile that you may enjoy instead.*

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It wasn’t meant to be this way. Nearly three centuries of prosperity burning in the late afternoon sun. But so it was—how often the third generation grew complacent, leading her familial legacy to abject failure. And Melian was that—the granddaughter of the legendary Elven Empress Aliyora. It was she who had built the Elven Kingdom into the thing of legends. That wicked empress ruled with an iron fist and a poisonous kiss, luring many a simple-minded man to his demise.

And now…now Aliyora’s granddaughter glanced up at her portrait—positioned in the center of a trio of like portraits that hung above the Throne of Thorns. The Elven Queen squeezed her eyes tight—the brilliant blue of an unimpeded spring suddenly burning red—and turned to her advisor. “Report, Reginald.”

The elf was lanky and tall in his gold-fringed royal uniform, “The outer wall has fallen, the inner wall breached. There are so many, my Highness. I’m afraid…I’m afraid our intelligence was mistaken.”

The Desk (MF, D/s)

(all characters are over 18)

Getting into your office wouldn’t be so hard: a question of picking the right pocket, an outward display of confidence and good timing is all it would take. I’m sure with some subtle inquisition I could gradually glean which is your desk. Ensuring you’d be wearing a skirt on the day in question, which would be critical to the surprise and my intentions, might be a little trickier without giving the game away. It could be resolved by giving you a standing order to wear only skirts on a Tuesday or maybe I’d make plans with you for after work and instruct you in what I want you to wear. Risky, the latter, because you might decide to change between work and play to be ever so slightly sluttier than you’d ever be in a professional setting, just to please me. A standing order it would have to be, with at least the fringe benefit of knowing that if I find you’re not obeying, I will have the pleasure of punishing you for it.