I a[m] one lucky [f]ucker…

I am a traveling worker who wanders around the United States setting up shop in various National Parks. If it matters, I’m a fit 29 year old that has often been compared to David Tennant’s Tenth Doctor when clean cut, and Hugh Jackman’s Wolverine when in Viking mode. This last season (March to November) I was in Yellowstone, and ended up on several sexual adventures. This is one of those stories.

Waiting outside the post office to pick up my mail, I was absently petting one of the local cats and contemplating what I had just done. After a relationship of five years I had broken up with my girlfriend, and though it was a relief I was also reeling. I just wanted to gather up my junk mail and go back to my quarters in lake village.

“The owner must be an idiot,” I heard a woman with a Scandinavian accent mutter as she joined me in waiting for the post office to open, “I see bald eagles swoop over this place every day. Bye bye poo-ssie…”

My first [M] : Long since though

This is a true story. I’m writing it in a story-like fashion for you guys, but it’s true, every bit of it.
I had gone to Bali with my family on a vacation, and I was enjoying my time there. I’m an Asian kid. So one day, me and my family went rafting and had a hell of a time. After rafting, we were all wet, and had to dry ourselves and change into fresh clothes.

The company running the rafting had set up a drying stall, where there would be a line of doors each containing a room the size of a changing room. One could go in, get changed, dry up, dress and wounds and come out. There were like 50 stalls, so it was just nice for each batch of rafters.

All the doors were made of wood, and were pretty old, so one had to use some muscle to get the locks to work. I was passing through, trying to find an unoccupied stall, when I found one unlocked. I pushed it open and in front of me stood an immensely beautiful, tall, slim, white woman with long black hair wearing just a soppy wet pair of shorts and a bra.

First time boobs [M]

This is a true story. I’m writing it in a story-like fashion for you guys, but it’s true, every bit of it.

I had gone to Bali with my family on a vacation, and I was enjoying my time there. I’m an Asian kid. So one day, me and my family went rafting and had a hell of a time. After rafting, we were all wet, and had to dry ourselves and change into fresh clothes.

The company running the rafting had set up a drying stall, where there would be a line of doors each containing a room the size of a changing room. One could go in, get changed, dry up, dress and wounds and come out. There were like 50 stalls, so it was just nice for each batch of rafters.

All the doors were made of wood, and were pretty old, so one had to use some muscle to get the locks to work. I was passing through, trying to find an unoccupied stall, when I found one unlocked. I pushed it open and in front of me stood an immensely beautiful, tall, slim, white woman with long black hair wearing just a soppy wet pair of shorts and a bra.

[MF] My slightly exaggerated story of how me and my wife turned into sexually depraved nympho. Part 1

We have recently got married and are on our way to our honeymoon. Around a year back before our wedding I made her get nipple piercings & horizontal clitoral hood piercings. She had always been reluctant but once she got them we couldn’t stop playing with them. She loved it, however she hasn’t been able to show it to the world yet so what better time to do it than on our honeymoon!

Once we checked in our hotel, one of the fancier ones I then told her about my plan. I have secretly bought her new nipple rings & clitoris rings. I made sure that they were huge too.
The clitoris ring was something special and it cost me a lot but thinking about her wearing them in public I couldn’t help myself. The clit ring cost me around 600USD, it was gold plated with a diamond at the bottom. I made sure the setting for the diamond was huge too so that it would show through her bikini or underwear. For the nipple ring it was just curved barbells.

Your boyfriend’s father [Str8] [Mf] [reluc] [mdom]

I wrote this as a reply to someone’s request on /r/dirtypenpals. She didn’t reply and deleted her post, but I had fun writing about it and feel it’d be a shame not to share it…
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It’s a quiet Friday night; your previous plans for the evening fell through. You’re sitting alone in your room and you can hear the muffled sound of your parents’ TV coming from downstairs. Your phone buzzes – it’s a text from me.

It’s not the first time I’ve texted you, but usually it’s to get in contact with my son when he’s with you (he never checks his phone). But tonight your BF is in another state, so why am I messaging you now?

We chat for a bit, and it turns out we’re both bored this week with my family’s absence. I ask you about my son, checking in to make sure my son is being a gentleman.

“I hope he’s not being too pushy with you,” I text. “Boys his age can be… demanding.”

No, you say, he’s not like that at all.

“Well now it sounds like you’re complaining!” I joke back. You’re alone in your room looking at your phone, but you blush.

[MFM] Our First Time Sharing

Now my wife Susie is in my own words drop dead gorgeous. She was one of those awkward band nerds growing up, you know the ones the jocks like to pick on in high school.

This band nerd however, blossomed…. BIG time! She was 20 years old, petite, with short reddish brown hair, a beautiful smile, stands about 5 foot 5 inches tall weighs 115 soaking wet, perfect 34A breasts, a knockout ass, and one of the most beautiful pussies I have ever laid eyes on, I have quite a few friends who will tell you the same. She gets stared at by guys all the time and they are constantly hitting on her. I consider myself VERY lucky. Especially since she is nearly half my age!

Monica – 18. Tight leather mini and boots.

Monica – Beginnings

‘I’ve just turned eighteen. College next term.’ Monica said, sipping the wine he’d handed her.
‘Oh,’ laughed her neighbour, ‘That was lucky then,’ pointing at her glass.
She laughed too – sounding, she hoped, a little nervous.

‘So, happy birthday to you,’ he continued. ‘Sorry I didn’t get you anything. If that lazy son of mine had told me…’
‘I probably hadn’t mentioned it. We chat over the fence, that’s all.’ She turned and walked to the large window, the bright sun creating a sparkling light around her. She paused, pretending to study the back garden through the glass, knowing he would be looking her up and down.

Her glossy black hair fell to the small of her back; her black-leather mini skirt tight over the high curve of her teenage backside. She was certain his eyes would eventually fall to the stiletto heels of her boots.
‘Nice garden – neater than ours,’ she said.
‘Yeah, wife does the layout. I’m just the hired gun.’
Monica turned and faced him, pulling her shoulders back, letting her hard nipples thumb at him through the silk blouse as she spoke.
‘Oh, I’m sure you’re more than that,’ she said licking her lips, ‘I’ve seen you with your shirt off.’
He spluttered over his glass then wiped his chin. ‘Sorry,’ he muttered.

[MF] I [22] cheated on my GF with a married girl [29] I met at a gig

Hi, r/gonewildstories. This is a real story I would like to share with you all. Enjoy. About a year ago, I had a very hot encounter with a girl I met at the club. I still fantasize about that night to this day, that’s how hot I found it. Let’s cut the crap and get to the story.

I was invited by some friends to come and see a band we know play in a local club. The band would be followed up by some DJ’s that play music I really like, so I was all up for it. Having had some drinks in my friend’s dorm, we headed for the club. The atmosphere in the club was quite nice. The music was good, and the venue was filled with beautiful people. After listening to the band play for a while, I made my way to the bar to get some drinks for our group.

A challenge (Part 2) [Str8] [mmfff] [reluc] [blkmail]

**HOUR 2**

I’ve seen videos and heard from friends about sex toys, but, man. There are so many in this one cupboard. Some of them I could vaguely understand the purpose of, but some just made no sense. “Jesus Christ,” says Rachel. “They’re really serious about this.” Of course they are. It probably wouldn’t be the best idea to call their bluff on the whole mass murder thing. “Hey, Kyle, come on. We’re gonna start working on screenplay,” says Emily from the other side of the editing room. “Man, if only there was food down here,” says Maggie. “Oh well,” says Emily. “I’ll buy us some Wendy’s when we get out of here. In any case, first things first. What kind of porno do you want to make?” Everyone awkwardly shifts in their seats. “Come on, guys,” says Maggie, “We’re all about to have sex with each other. If we win this, we’ll go our separate ways and never see each other again. What genre are we gonna do?” Jeremy clears his throat. “Well, um, I didn’t want to say it first, but lesbian porn does sell well-” “What? Ew, no!” interrupts Emily. “Emily,” says Maggie, “He’s got a point. We’ll do it if it means our lives and our freedom.” Emily shoots Maggie a disapproving look. “Alright. Whatever. Lesbian is on the table. What else?” the group goes through a list of possible genres.