Straight dom to bi bottom – all in the space of an impromptu Grindr meet [MM]

Over the years, I’ve occasionally fantasised about testing the boundaries of my sexuality, but had never acted on it until the encounter I’m about to go over. I’ve always thought of myself as straight, but with a keen interest in exploring my limits and kinks openly. Just as importantly for this, I’ve always thought of myself as fairly dominant in the bedroom (although in retrospect, it’s probably – at least partially – forced on me from the women I’ve dated). I’d like to think I’m reasonably attractive – I’m in my late 20s, white, 6’4″ and have a fairly average (leaning towards slim) build. I’m also very well endowed at around 8″.

Our evening, a Friday around 4 months ago, started like many others – in the midst of a global pandemic, I hadn’t gotten laid in a long time, and I was starting to feel desperate. Like I’m sure a lot of people would in my situation, I very quickly found myself browsing porn and letting my browsing take me to various classified subs on reddit – the ratio of men to women across the various R4R and classifieds subreddits on reddit has always put me off seriously looking for an MF encounter, and as before, I let myself consider meeting another guy to suck me off. As time went on, I flicked across RAOB, LondonR4R (hello fellow Londoners!) before opening Grindr, where I had a profile setup from a previous, very similar session weeks before.

The Weekend Retreat Ch.04 {BDSM/ mdom/fsub}

[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i82auq/the_weekend_retreat_ch03_bdsm_fsubmdom/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Enjoyyyy. Please let me know if you want more :D

Chapter 4: Saturday Morning

The next morning, Mia walked down to breakfast feeling so giddy. Last night was so much fun.

Today, she had such a packed day filled with classes and activities.

She really wanted to take advantage of everything this weekend had to offer. So, she had packed a small backpack with her essentials so she didn’t need to miss one slot in order to back to her room.

As she entered the busy lounge, Mia was so relieved she had a breakfast invitation from Erica and Eric. She was really hoping that she could just avoid Liam for the morning. Her gut told her that he made her feel uncomfortable. He was just so insistent, took the lead and made decisions without even consulting her. The fact he insisted on her taking the perfume straight away made her feel pressured.

True story of how my college room[m]ates helped change [m]y body image (x-post from r/NakedBuddiesStories) [exh]

My attitude toward nudity has evolved a lot over the years thanks to the friends I’ve made. I come from a conservative, somewhat sheltered upbringing, and I’ve always been a very self conscious person, especially when it came to my body. At the pool, I’m the guy who wouldn’t take off his shirt to go swimming. I mostly went to private schools growing up and didn’t get much of the gym changing room experience. But that was all about to change when I entered college.

My freshman year, I was thrown into a living situation with other guys, and for the first time, I saw how most guys my age acted. I was definitely the most straight laced of the group. I was a good student and they were partiers. Despite our very different personalities though we became good friends and I learned to start loosening up from them.

I quickly realized that other guys had a different attitude about their body. First of all, no one except for me wore clothes around the apartment, they just hung around in boxer shorts. (I never wore boxers before but I switched out all my briefs as soon as I could.) They had tons of stories about getting drunk and naked at parties / playing pranks on people, etc. Meanwhile, I was freaking out that someone might see me changing my clothes.

I went down on my best friend, and it was both of our first sexual experiences[FF]

Okay so, this is all very new to me but I thought it would be good to work on my writing skills before fall semester starts and share the story of the night I ate out my best friend.

My friend, Olivia and I both made it through high school without getting so much as a first kiss (at least from a man). We started at the same university thinking it would be just like the movies and we’d end up having sex every night and snorting ketamine on weekends by October.

Unfortunately, we made it to second semester having barely made new friends, and our v-cards still very much intact.
We’d gone out a couple times and drank a little too much and shared a few drunken kisses together, but there wasn’t any passion behind them, just curiosity and a tinge of loneliness. She’d grind her pretty bubble butt against me on the dance floor and we’d crash our lips together when boys might be watching but we didn’t accomplish much.
I’d made it known that I was bisexual and she had told me she also felt some attraction to women.
One night, her roommate was hosting a small hangout and Olivia invited me. I didn’t know her roommate’s friends so I clung to her. We shared a bottle of bottom shelf vodka; I especially had a lot since I was anxious about coming to this party with people I didn’t know. Thankfully I didn’t have to interact much with the strangers because by 11:30pm we’d retired to her room where I planned to stay the night.

Strangers on a Train (part three) [Dubious Consent] [Genital Inspection] [Exhibitionism] [Semi-public] [prostitution] [light binding] [oral] [Anal] [DP] [Gaping] [MM Kiss] [MM mutual handjob]

When Friday rolled around, the walk to the train was a little nerve wracking. We made our way to the same train car that was always empty on a late Friday night, only this time it wasn’t empty. Mitchell and three other men sat in the center of the car, three men on one side, Mitchell on the other with two seats beside him unoccupied, and a table of sorts between the two sides. He motioned for Shawn and I to sit next to him.

“My friends, Mr. Red, Mr. Blue, and Mr. Green, this is Miss Spenser and Mr. Harland. You’re going to ride past your stop tonight and I will personally transport you home after. No one else will come into the car, I’ve ensured that, as always. So, tonight, leave only the garter, stockings, and heels on her.”

Shawn and I started to stand up but Mitchell grabbed Shawn’s hand, “No, undress her right here.”

How a threesome joke turned in to this teachers [F]irst [MFM] with two firefighters ?‍? ?‍?

I’m Kristie. 28 years and freaking out I turn 30 in two more! ? Covid has me bored so I’m writing some stuff up to use some time. This happened late last year! It seems like soo long ago with the way the world is now.

I’m your typical primary school teacher, love the job but it’s a long day and it’s always stressful. I’d been single a year after the break up of a long term relationship which I thought might be my last and it became apparent I had no time to try start another one with the business of my job. I’d put dating and trying to find anyone in the too hard basket for awhile.

About 6 or so months after becoming single and having a very dry spell we had a fire week at school. Teaching the kids how to be safe in a house fire. Not to play with matches. What to do when they see a fire. All that sort of stuff. It ended with a fire truck coming to school along with four firefighters. I was and still am the team leader so I was tasked with organising it and I had one firefighters email address to sort the day. They all arrived and low and behold I meet this guy named Ben who’s rather cute, 30 years old as I find out later, strong but not too gym junk looking and had a down to earth attitude. We bounced emails back and forth before I sent him my number. Fast forward and we’ve now been FWB for a few months.

My next submissive adventure with Heather [MF]

About a month had past since I was able to hang out with Heather again, outside of Munches, and in that time life had happened to both of us. Things got busy with her for work, and things in my own life had gotten busy for me going to college. I wasn’t surprised when Heather texted me, as we had been texting on and off since our last scene together. What surprised me was she wanted me to come over to her place in a few days that Friday. She wanted to have a nice afternoon, or more, just hanging out and talking. Or so she said. The reason it surprised me was the next Munch was the upcoming Munch. As you can imagine I didn’t take long to reply ‘Yes’, and then immediately be curious about what she wanted to do.

Losing my Virginity [M/F] [virgin] [fantasy]

N.B. This is my first story I’ve written as I’ve just starting writing. If it gets a good reaction then I’ll make a part 2!!

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I stared at myself in the mirror. This is a moment I’d been waiting for for a long time. I didn’t know how it would eventually play out but I knew this would be one of my possibilities. It was the evening before my 21st birthday. I’d made a deal with myself that if I hadn’t lost my virginity by the age of 21, this was how I was going to lose it. So I’d prepared
myself. I’d just had a hot, steamy shower and the warm massaging of the water over my body was enough to get me in the mood. I’d had my pussy waxed cleanly so it was now silky soft and by looking at it in the mirror I could see my tiny pink slit poking out between my thighs. I looked at my perky nipples pointing out over my small smooth breasts. They’d poke right through my dress. The dress I’d chosen for tonight was a classic little black dress. It hugged my curves and made me look elegant when paired with my black heels and nude jacket. My hair hung in loose chocolate curls down to my waist. I hoped he liked what he saw. At 9pm exactly, ready to go, I anxiously peered out of the window. Sure enough there was a sleek black Mercedes pulled up outside. I took a deep breath, grabbed my purse and headed out.

[M]aking an office [F]antasy into reality – Continuing why [M]y 2019 was crazier than 2020 [MF]

I think this is becoming more and more episodic… so last two posts and background to this are here:

[Why [M]y 2019 was much crazier than 2020 [MF]](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hxumzl/why_my_2019_was_much_crazier_than_2020_mf/)

[Fucking on every desk in the office – continuing why [M]y 2019 was crazier than 2020 [MF]](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i9ohk6/fucking_on_every_desk_in_the_office_continuing/)

This one is a shorter encounter.

After walking away after part 2 where I’d fucked Ella across our team’s desks, I was still so turned on. On the drive home my cock grew from a semi to a raging hard on within minutes as I ran through everything that had just happened. It was almost uncomfortable to drive. As I got back to my house, I gave a “Honey I’m home!” to my fiancé and went upstairs to get changed and have a shower.

As I undressed and took down my boxers, my cock sprung up and slapped my body. My boxers were covered in a mix of precum, cum and Ella’s juices. The head of my cock was glistening still. I had to sort myself out in the shower straight away and my cock was still refusing to go down after I came a third time within an hour. I’d come to know this as the “Ella Effect”. I washed away the smell of sex and all the cum from me and then got on with my night like normal.

Revenge is Sweet [M/F] [Cheating]

“I swear it will not happen again Alice,” her husband assured me as he reached for my hand.  “It was a moment of weakness.  It is you I love.  Honestly.”

I yanked my hand away from his, saying angrily, “My gosh Fred, you have used that excuse several times before.  Can’t you come up with something original?  You are wrong.  It is not a ‘moment of weakness’ but more like a case of wandering cock.”

I looked at him with disgust in my eyes.  *Married 20 years and I have lost count of the times he has had a ‘moment of weakness.’  Yes, I know I should divorce his cheating ass and take him for every penny he has but two reasons are stopping me; our two children.  I do not want them to be without a father.*  I chuckle silently to myself *because they are no longer children but are almost adults.  Collin is 18 and heading to college and Lauren is 17 and graduates high school this year. I guess a part of me still loves Fred and I was brought up to believe that marriage was sacred and something that you did not throw away or have moments of weakness in.  We had married right out of high school when we were 18. I see now that our parents were right, we should have waited, dated others, but we were in love.*