I [M] let my best friend [F] fart in my face

My best friend in the whole world is a girl. We met at college and at first everyone assumed we would just get together once we were both single, but really we were just best friends from day one. We clicked as soon as we met and were pretty much inseperable from the outset. She had a long term boyfriend, but that wasn’t even something that registered as an issue for us.

At first I was worried that having her as my best friend would put other girls off or worse that she would get jealous that other girls were taking up my time, but thankfully that didn’t happen. If anything she was the best wingman I could have had. I slept with a few of her girl friends and later she would give me feedback and let me know what they talked about if I was brought up. Something that was mentioned frequently was the size of my dick. I feel I’m fairy average maybe 7.5in on a good day, but I got slightly lucky in the girth department and it became a running joke between me and Emily and she started calling me things Girthy McGirthison and Mr. Choad.

Wingman [F]ails, but it worked out well for [M]e!

So the end of Uni rolls around and I take a trip to Thailand, as everyone seemed to do at the time. I was supposed to go with a friend, but he bailed last minute for personal reasons so I booked myself on to a group tour, save just bumbling around on my own. The tour takes in all the highlights in a fortnight and it turns out was pretty much just for Uni students and grads, everyone being the same age bracket.

On my trip there’s 8 of us, I’m ‘paired’ with Mark and to share hotel rooms and there’s a health 4-4 male to female ratio. Two of the girls, Haley and Emma are old friends, As are Jo and Simeira, The other two guys, Jake and Liam are good laugh and again knew each other from home. We all got on great, the drinks flowed each night and we all chose to travel together as a group in days off from the trip, sight seeing etc. Mark hits it off with Haley early doors and they’re like rampant rabbits the whole trip.

Drinking helps!

When we entered the house Lisa, my girl, headed straight for the bedroom. I followed once I grabbed some water. When I entered our bedroom she was bent over our bed naked. She looked at me and said “Fuck me.” I quickly put down the water and took off my clothes. Before I could get my shirt over my head I felt her warm mouth on my cock. She was aggressive and as soon as I was good and hard she hopped up off her knees and bent back over the bed. I moved in behind her and ground my dick against her ass. She immediately reached back and placed the head of my cock at her incredibly wet pussy lips.

My dick slid all the way to the hilt in her with one stroke. She let out a loud moan and we were off. I ground in to her and used long slow strokes. Her pussy was a mess as her juices were flowing. I had never seen her pussy in such a state. I figured she had enjoyed sucking both Aaron and I and this was all her pent-up lust finally being released. I had no idea just how much she had enjoyed herself until I felt the warmth of her pussy that seemed to flow like a faucet. I pulled back and gave her a hard stroke and she gasped. I knew what she wanted and I picked up my pace. I was slamming in to her from behind and she was as audible as I had ever heard her. She was normally quiet when she fucked unless she had been drinking.

[MF] The Saga of Sally – Summer Loving in New York

(Welcome to the Saga of Sally! This is the story of my relationship with a girl called Sally. This is **Part 4**. I recommend you start from the [start](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hsqikr/mf_the_saga_of_sally_cumstained_jeans/) – each piece will link you to next part at the end. However if you don’t want to start from part 1 (you’re missing out!) this should make sense to a new reader.

A brief reminder what Sally looks like (there’s a reference photo in the first part): she’s a pocket rocket, thick, redhead tomboyish girl, with an hourglass figure and the thickest ass this side of the Equator according to the Guinness Book of Records inside my head.)

Once Sally had finished with her portfolio work we were back to spending nearly every day together. While we never did any PDA or said we were a couple I think our friends started to guess what was going on. It must have been fucking obvious now that I think about it. Considering how much we fucked in college – college kids, what can you expect? – I don’t want to just list off every sexual encounter. It would take me forever to write and would become boring. I’m focusing on the juicer stuff. This leads me to our summer vacation to New York.

Six Shots: The Dream (part five of series)

[Six Shots: Meanwhile…(part four of series)](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/htvv3a/six_shots_meanwhile_part_four_of_series/)

Back at the hotel Phil was trying to coax me into another round. As willing as I was to try, his barely semi-erect cock and my pulsing pussy begged for rest. We cleaned up again then I led him out into the main room of our hotel suite.

I smirked as he tried to slip his hand under my towel and between my legs. I grabbed his thumb and wagged my finger at him.

“Jesus, Phil, the mind may be willing, but it already hurts to walk, are you not hurting?”

He looked down and shrugged, “I’ll heal after you’re gone.”

I laughed, “You have got to slow down. I know it’s a one time thing, but that doesn’t mean we should push ourselves to the point of not enjoying it anymore.” I hesitated as I looked him over, but continued, “I want to know…is this just about fucking cause you haven’t had any in a while or…”

He interrupted me, a scowl on his face, “I’ve gone without sex longer than this. If I just wanted sex I could go pick someone up at a fucking bar whenever I wanted.”

My Ex’s Notebook [MF], [BBW], [Milf]

Preface from the author: Its been a while since Ive written any smut here and I want to get back into it. This is part one of probably a 2 part story the first part is relatively tame. The second part… will not be. I welcome literally ANY feedback/comments.

It had been 3 months since my wife left me. Ours was a typical college affair. She was a free spirit and I was the rock she clung to. Sadly it was her free spirit that caused our downfall. With one year into marriage and settling into a new home with the prospect of kids on the horizon it was too much for her. She sat me down and calmly and cooly explained that it wasn’t going to work. I barely was able to get a word in edgewise before she showed me that she had packed her bags into her little car. She told me it wasn’t my fault, she told me it was her… not me. She drove out of my life and didn’t look back.

A one night stand in 1992 [FM]

The last hotel room I stayed in was on a dusty road next to some busy railroad tracks some years ago. She and I found one another like animals in grass. I made an implication and she dared me to prove it. The photo I sent had been taken some weeks earlier, in another similar state of visceral need. A thick black silhouette twisting straight up towards the grey ceiling that made up the sky behind it. Two frantic sexting sessions later I crossed the street in a different city to kiss her hello. Military green jacket, skirt already stated as being worn for easy access. We talked about thirst while we considered our options – a movie theatre? A park? It was the middle of a true winter, so the options were either limited or frozen. She dug hard for a fifty dollar deal on the other end of the map.

Both walls were fully mirrored. The springs in the mattress had twenty years of creaking left in them. Her clothes were on the ground before she’d reached the edge of the bed. That body… a rugby player. Tight everywhere, but hardly toned. Handful of everything, sensitive skin that sent her into a trance as I spent forty five minutes running the tippiest tips of my fingers along her entire body like the frayed edge of a filament wire.

21 [F] Cooking dinner

As you may know I’m in the middle of a week where I have a set of rules to follow. They were recommended by reddit users or my boyfriend. This is kinda relevant to the story.

So my boyfriend came home and immediately wanted to fuck me. He told me to get on my hands and knees on the floor and positioned himself behind me. He pushed my face into the floor as he shoved his dick inside me and started thrusting into my pussy. He must have had a long day at work because it felt like he was taking a lot of frustration out on me. He kept smacking my ass and commanded me to be louder. I knew his roommate was home and didn’t want to make too much noise but he pulled me up by my hair and said I better stop trying to be quiet.

So I stopped trying. I was moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear. It felt good to let go and not worry about who could hear anymore.

A good boss values her employees. [FF] [Futa]

“Oh Ms. Hornthrows” the receptionist, Rachel, said shocked. She was a little thing, a full head shorter than Angela, with dazey amber eyes and dyed red hair. Her small breasts made even smaller by the tight jacket she was wearing. “I didn’t know you were coming in today or else I would have prepared a room for you!”

“That’s very much okay Rachel. I’m not here for the quarterly exam.” Angela, said walking to Rachel’s side of the reception desk, all the while gesturing to all the hastily scrawled notes and earnings charts, some of them even containing doodles in the corners and margins as these were all going to be put into the computer at another time. This made Rachel fluster slightly, scrambling to collect all the papers and make them orderly.

Slowly Angela placed her hand on Rachel’s shoulder. “No need to worry.” She moved closer to Rachel’s ear as a slight smile formed at the corners of her mouth. “We’re meant to be *filthy* here.” She chuckled out.

The night my wife fucked me [mf] [futa] [anal]

Hi r/Erotica! This is the first story I’ve written, and it’s on mobile so apologies for any formatting issues, or spelling oddities.

Any feedback is welcome!

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It was nearly midnight, and warm. Too warm. The night was quiet except for the rhythmic clicking of the ceiling fan, and my wife’s gentle breathing from beside me. I was awake, and hard.

“Not tonight darling.” She’d said through a yawn, before kissing me goodnight, and turning over, going straight to sleep. I understood; she’d been at the lab first thing that morning and hadn’t gotten home until evening – it was always the same when she was working on something big. But for me, horny and awake, it wasn’t much comfort.

“I’ll wake up early” I thought, “and put some coffee on. She’ll wake up to the smell. We’ll start to kiss… I’ll roll on top of her…” Shit. This was not helping me. I felt my cock straining against the thin blanket over us. With a sigh, I moved my hand down. “Just a quicky” I told myself. “Save some for the morning”.