Coudn’t end a night out without [f]ucking [M]ike

On Saturday I went out for dinner and karaoke with some people from the swingers forum. The same one I met [Ben](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dqyknx/i_fucked_a_yoni_masseur/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x) from. The room was huge. It had a pool table in it and everyone was drinking and making merry but pretty much nothing sexy happened.

So we got to 3am there was half a tower of some shitty beer and half a bottle of chivas left. I decided I’m gonna get smashed and hope some guy takes me home.

I told 1 guy, who was there with a partner, “you settle the beer and I’ll settle the whisky”. And that got some attention. The guys who hadn’t said anything to me all night suddenly raised their glasses to me.

The guy next to me had previously pinged me on wechat before but he wasn’t able to get me interested in him. But I figured, if I had a shot it’d be with this guy. Skinny and meek. I’ll call him Mike.

[MF] Getting even with my ex: the aftermath

In sex stories on the internet, when you get a text from a woman wanting you to fuck her brains out, you pounce without a thought.

In real life, things are different.

What I had done to Sud was supposed to be cathartic and one-time only. Sud’s sister and I dated since last year of high school. Our parents were friends. There was so much that could go wrong here that when I got that text my heart started beating fast.

What the fuck had I gotten myself into now?

If anyone back home got to know that I was messing around in the older sister’s marriage after being in a long relation with the younger one, the shit that could hit the fan would blow the roof out with it.

No way man, no fucking way you can do this. You are still in grad school, you can find a girl. You can find love again. Is it sex? You can get that too if you want. This is not worth it. You got your revenge, now this is done. Forget this and move on in life. Don’t touch this.

Poker-Night Orgy

I should have known better. Of course I should. I knew how much my husband’s poker nights meant to him, and how competitive they had become. I don’t mean the cards though. Sure, they all wanted to win, but after ten years or more of the boys playing against each other, the edge had gone. Rob enjoyed victory at the card table, as did his mates, but some nights they won and some they lost. They never bet what they couldn’t afford to lose – on the cards, at least.

About a year ago, so Rob told me, the poker itself had started getting a little stale and the gang were looking for ways to spice things up a bit. For a few months they got competitive over who could put on the best spread. One month they would be at Chris’ house and he got in some speciality beers instead of the usual cans of Carling. A few weeks later at Jim’s place they were treated to a sushi buffet. They came to our home and Rob got champagne.

[MF] Getting even with my ex: Part 2

Sud was dripping like a faucet. The denial, the manhandling, the rough behaviour and the long sex drought had really turned her on. Her ass was perfect. It was curvy and big. I wanted to split it open with my cock. My dick stretched her unused pussy and she let out a whimper and then quickly quietened herself with her palm. I smacked her ass upon noticing that. She let out a wince and moan.  

Me:When you are with me, you will moan like a bitch. Don’t dare quieten yourself. Do you understand? 

Sud:umm ummm ummmmmm unnnffff

Her moans are matching my strokes.  

Smack! Another slap on her ass. I was letting loose on that booty. It was enticing to watch it jiggle as the slap would land on it. I was beginning to enjoy being rough on Sud. Her body kind of drove the desire into top gear. I couldn’t fathom how her husband could be cold to her. This woman was built to be fucked rough.  

Me:Do you understand? 

Sud:Oh yes, oh yes.. ohhhh 

I want my sister (REAL)

I want my sister (REAL)

my situation: I want to fuck my sister

Backstory:

As kids we played around a little bit…nothing real just some light kissing and touching. But we were kids playing “house” and we were the parents. She may or may not even remember…

When I was 20 and she was 18 I used to hide in her closet when she was in the shower and sneak peaks of her when she got dressed. I either waited until she left the room so that I could sneak out or sometimes I let her know I was in there watching by popping out and pretending to scare her. It didn’t lead to anything.

One time late at night we were both online so I sent her a couple messages asking her what she was doing and that I was bored/couldn’t fall asleep. I eventually asked if I could come to her room and do something fun but she said she was going to sleep. Nothing ever happened but I felt like I was obvious about wanting her.

Contemporary literary erotic fiction

Hello,

I’ve been looking in vain for this kind of book, namely contemporary literary erotic fiction. Or contemporary literary fiction with a heavy erotic content (like Philip Roth’s books for example). Lots of what I have read seem like catalogues of sexual practices and I find a more global context is missing and making identification less easy. Most of what I come across is either fantasy, Harlequin-like romances or 50 shades-like books and these types don’t work for me at all. I guess I need something more realistic. I really need to read something well-written too. Written by a female author if possible (not mandatory). It can be about straight, lesbian, gay, bi or pan people. But I don’t like BDSM depictions.

Sorry for being so specific, but I’m really curious to know if this kind of book exists. I must not be the only one looking for that kind of thing. But still, when browsing here and there I haven’t found much yet… Thank you!

My judge friend

To most people I’m a saint. I’ve had my share of hanging out with friends in bars, but the one night stand just never worked out for me. When I met my husband at 27 (pretty late) he was my first. My first kiss, my first time and I’ve never experienced anything with anyone else before or since. We’ve tried a few things, but nothing crazy. I’ve had fantasies of course, but they’re just that fantasies, and unlike my husband who seems incapable of going 24 hours without getting a hard on twice, they’re rare, and easily dismissed. Outside of the bedroom I never liked to show or tease. So over all, I think it’s safe to say I’m at least very restrained when it comes to sex. However, compared to my judge friend, I’m a complete pervert.

[MFF] My wife (55) is a size queen and wont admit it.

My wife of 30 years has always been very vocal whenever we have a seen a large cock in porn etc…Its too big, it would hurt, no way, It will stretch me too much etc. But I have used some larges dildos on her that she liked so I always expected she was not being 100% honest. I’m am 100% average to thick sized. But she doesn’t know what I know.

Close to 30 years ago she went on a trip with her girlfriend Leanne to Bali. I suspected something had happened on the trip because there was a lot of secret smiles and smirking but it took me about 10 years to find out why. When they got back there were several group photos of the girls with other people and few of this guy, I was told was an Irish boy Graham that made them all laugh so much.

[MF] An old friend from high school and my first creampie

I tend to ramble quite a bit so this will probably be long. I’m writing this more for myself as an exercise in story telling and also to relive some fond memories. On top of that I tend to think the more I understand someone when I read these, the more enjoyable it is. I might do a series of stories if this picks up any traction so I’ll just get all of this out of the way in the first post. In any case, there’s probably more detail and context than you might care for and if so, feel free to skip down to the ********* for the action.

A bit about myself before we really get started: My name’s Raj- I’m a 27yo Indian living in Chicago. I’m about 6’0, 175lb, broad shouldered and recently for the first time in my life – fairly muscular/cut. I work in biotech for a household name firm – previously as an engineer until last August when I got a fairly large promotion over to the business side for a director level position. This came with a 55% raise pushing me well into 6-figures. This large of a raise may sound unrealistic – but I was fairly underpaid to start and this position was a counter offer to keep me from leaving for a dream position at an admittedly risky start up. I didn’t expect my employer to beat it, but they did so I was all the more happy to stay ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. All of this is to say – I was feeling pretty good about myself for a change. This promotion was a sigh of relief.

Grumpy Pete’s MILF tenant (What happens when you don’t have your rent when you should.) [old/young][LL/tenant][blowjob]

By J.K. Jones

Grumpy Pete looked up as he was walking home from the HandiMart. He gripped the 40 ounce beer bottle in the brown bag a little tighter as he noticed two hinky looking men strolling down the street toward him. His wrinkled, weathered face scrunched suspiciously as he squinted to see if he recognized the two who approached.

No such luck. “Old man…,” one said, nodding politely in greeting, and then the two were past him, ignoring his withering stare. Harrumphing, Grumpy Pete moved slowly across a cross street. His house on Laptide Drive was a five block stroll from HandiMart, where he liked to buy his cheap beer, smokes, Lotto tickets and occasionally a chili dog with onions. He was a spry old bugger, barely 71 years old, and liked to make that walk at least once a day. When he was feeling particularly thirsty for more beer, he made it more than once daily. Pete turned off the sidewalk and moved up his driveway, looking at his house and wondering how long it had been since he had painted it.