Fetish of the Neck

I steal glances at your neck in the low restaurant light. The urban conversations around the room murmur, rise and fall, making your eyes sparkle. You are unaware of how your tenderness is framed by your collar, leading my eyes down the triangle of skin that disappears to a point at the center of your chest. I want and yearn. I can’t stop crafting its sculpture with my mind. Graceful bends. The hint of two muscles paired and in opposition. The soft sexuality is woven, unmade, and woven as your head moves to throw a smile, to tilt with inquisitiveness, to draw back in shock and concern, but most of all, just to be, just to invite, to draw me, to beckon me.

And your presence is like cool sheets on a summer evening. I want to find my shape within your shape. To fit with you like living pieces of a primordial puzzle. And my face would brush back the line of your jaw, and you would tilt aside your head for me.

[FM] “Good girl” – Peter round 2, part 2

He’s just dropped to the bed after cumming all over my chest and face. I check the time. 45 minutes left before I need to be in the shower to get ready for work. I wipe the cum from my face and lick it off my fingers. I rolled my head into his chest, and Peter throws his arm around me, still trying to catch his breath after [round 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bp56au/the_very_special_relationship_peter_round_2_part/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app).

We make small talk. This is when I throw out my likely travel to London this summer and he titles my inevitable RAOMD post that will go up then. But I have 45 minutes, and I want more of his cock.

I start running my hand along his chest, down over his hips. Close but not touching his still recovering cock. That doesn’t last long. I need to feel him again and watch him respond to my touch. I lightly brush my fingers up and down his shaft. Peter starts twitching in response. I reposition myself between his legs.

Who’s going to be a good boy for me? [Fdom] [MF] [oral] [tease]

I wake up before you, getting out of bed to go to the bathroom. When I crawl back into bed, I press myself against your cock. I feel it get hard against my ass so I turn around and start to tease you. My lips kiss softly all over your body, my hair lightly brushes as my tongue slowly tastes you.

You groan when you realize I’m not going straight for your dick. I start to take little nibbles of your neck and shoulders, then suck on your fingers so slowly you growl. I press my nails into your shoulders sharply as my teeth dig into your thumb subtly. I lock eyes with you as I straddle you and run my fingernails down your chest.

Are you going to be a good boy for me? I purr as I nibble on your ear. You groan a yes, loving when I take charge. You’re going to spank me until I’m ready for you to fuck me, I demand, sliding off of you.

How it all started with the student [MF] (2 of ?)

For the first chapter that gives some of the less scandalous events, check my profile. I’m just picking up where that left off…

We really didn’t talk a whole lot after that night, but I did send something the next day asking if she “enjoyed herself” the night before. She said she had, but then the subject drifted to more mundane topics. At some point, I suggested that she should see my office sometime. I told her I frequently worked late, and she was welcome to come by sometime. She said she’d really like that, and wasn’t doing anything that night. I had to close and lock my office sooner right then and jack off to even be able to stand up my dick was so hard. It didn’t help a lot, but somehow I was able to survive with diminished blood flow to the rest of my body until about 9pm that night.

“Now still a good time” she asked? I had been staring at the phone for a hours in anticipation and nearly screamed when her named popped up. “Yeah of course, everyone’s gone, come on over to X building on campus and I’ll let you in building. Park in the back”. I paced around the office feverishly for a few minutes until I saw headlights whip in and the phone dinged “here”.

[MMF] Sharing his wife part 2

I got some great feedback and messages about my first post (apols if i havent answered everyone but i will get round to it!). Quite a few people asked if i saw the couple again so i thought i’d post about our next meeting which occurred a couple of months later.

We didnt get to meet up again for a couple of months as Christmas and New Year came along and all of us were pretty busy, but eventually we managed to get a free night one saturday and arranged to meet up. Carol had suggested that i go to their house for a bite to eat and some drinks and to get a cab so i could have a few drinks with them.

So saturday night arrived and i turned up with a bottle of wine. Carol opened the door and welcomed me in with a big hug and a lingering kiss, it was obvious from the start that things were going to get heated. I was a bit disappointed to see that Carol was quite modestly dressed compared to our last meeting and i was hoping that as we were safe from prying eyes she’s be a bit risque in her outfit.

[MF] Parking lot fun with a married Redditor

I posted this as a success story in a different sub but thought you all might like it as well. Yes, this involves two married redditors so if you’re not into reading about cheating, then you may want to go elsewhere.

It all started when I posted a few weeks ago looking for a like minded married female in my area (see my post history if you’re curious on what I put in it). At first, it seemed like it was going to have the same results that I always get. In the first week, I received a whole two responses. One was from a male looking to give blowjobs to straight men. The other was a “woman” who ghosted after I asked her to verify with a live pic. Needless to say, I didn’t have very high hopes after those two but decided to leave the post up just in case. To my surprise, I received a message about a week later from a woman in my area seeing if I was still looking. After becoming a reddit detective and snooping on her post history, I could see that she was extremely attractive and wasn’t afraid to post NSFW pics showing off her body (but no face for obvious reasons). She had a short frame at 5’0” with a number of tattoos, was slim/in good shape, large breasts, toned legs and ass, black hair and glasses. Very much the sexy alt girl look, which is right up my alley. As for myself, I wouldn’t say I’m terrible looking but she definitely seems out of my league if I’m being honest. I’m 5’11”, relatively thin and in good shape but am not super muscular. I’ve got black hair with a touch of gray on the sides, a clean shaven face and am about 7” where it counts.

Naughty CS #3 [FM], tourist from Argentina

Last week one Argentinian came to my town & we meet up for a walk. It was evening & sun was down, but we went for the walk anyway – especially as I live in a town that is considered quite safe to walk around. She was 170, black hair with big curls, amazing eyes, slender body & nice B cup with round ass – just as I like those.

We walked all over Upper town, got down to vivid street & she selected to go for a beer. There was a nice brewery & while we exchanged glasses of beer, I could see the spark in her eyes. It was almost midnight so we went for a quick meal also. Walk to the center also got us to some nice 3D monument of the city & that’s where we kissed the 1st time.

[F27]Used my boss’s fetish to get ahead [MF]

Hey, I hope this is the right place for one of my recent experiences, even though there’s (unfortunately? fortunately?) no sex. It’s also kind of long since I need to setup the story. It’s still pretty sexy, though. (maybe)

I work at a large company, in corporate sales. Just a normal job. My direct manager is a older woman in her thirties. And for some reason, since day one, she hasn’t really liked me (which is an understatement). She was out of the office when I had my interview, so I got hired based on other managers’ and the director’s decision. Anyways, she would always give me the small, busywork projects for years, deny me raises and would constantly belittle me in meetings. Oh, and she gave me a poor recommendation when I tried to apply for position in a different department. One time I even saw her outside of work on the weekend, she made fun of me for my clothing and appearance. (I was up late the previous night so I was wearing uhhh…pajamas to the store.) I had been there for 3 years, even though I tried to ignore it, I was getting frustrated.

Uber Brother Lover [FMM]

Hi Y’all,

It’s been a few weeks since I’ve shared anything and thought I tell of a very memorable Uber driving adventure I recently had with two brothers that actually recognized me when I picked them up in downtown Seattle. It had been a slow couple of weeks and while I’d given a couple hand jobs in the back seat, I’d not had any wild times to really have some fun outside of stroking some very nice cocks.

It seems the description of myself, my car and pictures/videos I’ve shared have created a bit of a stur with some folks interested in finding the elusive Uber driving slut. So when I picked up these two brother’s from downtown Seattle, that were headed to a condo they owned in Bellevue, one of the brothers L.J. immediately asked me if I was Jen Dvorak. So I’ll admit my name isn’t Jen Dvorak but that clues in what they are looking for pretty quickly. They were super cute, in their 20s and very fit young men. I couldn’t help but admit that was my alias and yes indeed I was Jen the Uber Driving Slut, knowing full well where I was going to end up.

I taught her how to masturbate [FF]

This is the true story about my college friend who confided in me, that she’d never masturbated before. I, being the best friend ever, had to show her what she was missing out on. It didn’t surprise me that she wasn’t masturbating. We left our super religious environments to a free one. That bonded us together from the start. We both hid in our dorms the first few nights fearing what Sodom and Gomorrah would be like. She seemed to be more stressed about being social than our schoolwork. I tried lightening the mood by joking a bit.

“Listen, we don’t have to go party and fuck guys. We could just fuck ourselves. Let’s go to hell that way!”

She snorted then confessed “I’m not going to Hell. I still haven’t done either,”

“What do you mean? We both haven’t! Sure college has learning but, really it’s about the adult things. Parties and fucking boys are still on my list too.”

“No, I mean…I’ve never touched myself”

“Excuse me?”

By this time “Sara” was looking at her reflection through the mirror hanging on the brick wall. I saw she was serious.