I used to have a crazy fun roommate [MF] (part 3) going Greek for the night (anal)

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Once she had her dancing pole sent over from New York (where she used to be a stripper) there was no shortage of skin being flaunted in our house. Whenever we were alone together I would pour us some drinks and say “time for a show?” She loved to dance on the pole, and she would always say “it’s easier without pants on.” I never objected.

One night we stayed in and she danced for me. After a few minutes I grew impatient and told her to come over to me. “take your fucking shirt off,” I said.

She said nothing and slowly unbuttoned the dress shirt she’d had on for work that day. As she peeled it off and revealed her bra (and big tits bursting out of it) I pulled my cock out and began to stroke myself. She turned around and unbuckled the back strap of her bra and let it fall to the ground. She began to peel off her panties and bent over slowly so I could see her perfect ass spread open. She pulled her underwear down and let them fall as well. As she turned around she covered her tits and pussy, pretending to be shy. I stood up and moved her hands away from her body. She looked up with a smirk and waited for me to do something.

Mean Girls

They’d found him through an online Christian dating site. Nineteen years old, a virgin in spite of being drop dead gorgeous. They loooved hot virgins. Said he was looking for the right girl to have his first time with. Real clean cut and innocent, though this hadn’t stop him from sending a nude pic complete with his lovely erect penis when “Candy” had asked for it.

The pic was the deal breaker: he was about to meet the wrong girls.

So they’d set up a date. They had sent Sarah, the youngest of them with the innocent face and the curly, semi-long, strawberry-blonde locks. She’d met him, her tattoos carefully hidden by long sleeves, at a cafe downtown. She had used all the skills learnt in high school drama classes beguiling him. Her guise made her look perfectly innocent, save maybe for her long, black-painted nails.

She’d led him through an empty alley where their van was waiting. They’d jumped him then, stunned him and packed in the van, and driven away.

[MF] A date with Emily

My friend Emily came over to my apartment after she finished her shift downtown. She’s 24, roughly 5’8 135lb if I had to guess, with white-blonde hair down to her shoulders, soft and bouncy cantaloupe-sized tits, a toned stomach (she played some kind of sport in college, volleyball I think), with a nice fat ass and looooong legs.

She dressed to impress, and the concierge gave me a surprised look as I walked her in. She was wearing a skin-tight dark red jumpsuit type thing with a black leather jacket and some cool sneakers.

As soon as we were in the elevator she pushed me against the wall and put her tongue in my mouth. She moaned against my lips as her fingers found my growing cock through my jeans. I wrapped my hand in her hair and held her against me until we got to the seventh floor.

We got to my apartment, sat on the couch, and chatted for a bit. She opened her purse and pulled out a pipe. She wanted to show me “shatter” so we smoked it a bit. Definitely got me high but it’s kind of a lot of work–I prefer the old-fashioned way.

Satiated [Teacher/Student, age gap, sexual tension] | Part Six

Moans squeaked from Ariel’s mouth with the rhythmic thuds of her body slamming into the wall. Her cheeks felt hot. Any pain that was brewing as a result of the position she was in was numbed. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, an expression of unhinged bliss painting her usually innocent features. This is what Nick Kennedy had done to her. Though sometimes she felt her familiar shyness swathe her, Nick had a way of lighting a fire beneath her, so that every movement, every word exchanged, felt like coals in her abdomen. Embers burning slow, starting in the pit of her body only to expand into full flames as he thrust into her. This was dangerous. She was trembling with fear, but somehow that only made her pussy more sensitive. Every time Nick re-entered her it felt like she might explode with pleasure.

She was making too much noise, releasing a moan with every plunge back inside her. His hand capped her mouth roughly, stifling the sound. Her heart was beating so hard against her chest her entire body, her skin — thumped with it. She was clinging to him, using his strong frame to support her entire weight. He had her pushed up against the wall, her legs twined around his waist. The water bottle in her bookbag crinkled every time she was hoisted.

Terrible Snooker game at swingers bar turned into a terrible threesome [MMF]

So bit of back story about myself, I’m 23, Male, Bisexual, live in the UK, slightly over average in weight but also tall so it evens out a little. I have a lot of confidence in day to day life but never been one to be confident with initiating sex. Afterwards I’m fine I’m just shit at starting it, or so I thought.

So, rewind the clock like 2 years or so I was a fresh 21 year old who’d just come out of a messy relationship. So I was back in the dating game trying out new stuff, like one night stands and casual fucking with FWB, but I really wanted to try new things. So I decided to take a trip to the local swingers club.

Now I’ve never been in a swingers club before nor did I know what to expect, but when I went in I was dead nervous. The owner greeted me and showed me round the place and it was pretty nice to be honest. First floor had a lounge area for socialising, bar, hot tub and sauna. Upstairs was were the action was happening though; glory hole, BDSM room, group sex rooms, dark rooms, all very dark and dim lit, walls were painted dark red and black, all very cliche.

My secret [MM] erotic massage arrangement.

Firstly, I am a taken man and straight. I came across this situation looking on Craigslist. Put simply, like a lot of guys I love and well lubricated handjob and have twice before visited women who do it as a service. For some reason, maybe out of curiosity or maybe out of being cheap and wanting a freebie, I visited this guy who is a professional sports masseuse.

As I say in the title, I usually go round and have slightly awkward chat for a minute. I go and have a quick cleanup and come back in naked. It kind of feels nice to be desired in the same way I guess women feel by men? Obviously the guy is gay. He then proceeds to just enjoy my body whilst I lay on the table. I try and imagine what a great setup this would be if I mirrored the gender roles a bit. For this guy it’s kind of equivalent of being a straight 50 year old guy and having hot girls from 24-40 come round and let you play with them to your hearts desire.

Differences [MF] [Dom-Sub]

He is trying something new with her tonight, taking it to the next level. They’re in her favorite restaurant, and she is sitting across from him with a wide, happy smile on her face. He told her she could order anything she wanted, so he isn’t surprised when she orders the filet mignon. He smiles back at her when she orders blue cheese dressing on her salad. This is a treat for her, and he savors every response.

She has a baby-face, heart-shaped. Although she has the occasional strand of silver hair, age has not touched her face yet. When she winces, she has an adorable, child-like quality. He loves to see her keep her little chin up so stoically, and then watch it quiver just before the silent tears start. Her cheeks pinken so sweetly during a session, and she sobs so tenderly when the impact stops. He loves her delicate responses – really, just about everything she does is charming to him from start to finish. He loves feeling her curled up behind him, hours later, her warm skin pressed up against him, pebbly with welts.

[mf] My ex’s late night visit.

4AM. I couldn’t sleep, neither could you. A text with just three words, “I miss you.” I replied, “I miss you too.”

It had been over a week since we last spoke, after nearly a year of being together. We had broken up, but it was clear neither of us wanted it. She wanted to see me, I told her to come over. “It’s too late…” she said, I disagreed. We both lived at home, but I needed to see her, to hold her. It didn’t take much to convince her and within minutes, she was on her way to my house.

She parked on the street, quietly closing her car door and sneaking down my driveway. I opened the front door as quietly as I could, afraid of waking anyone. She walked in, then straight upstairs, no words needed.

Part 2: I 35 [F] narrowly avoided a political sex scandal by coercing my daughter’s friend 18 [M] into impregnating me. *recently found out, it’s a boy!! :)

Part 1 here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bhsib5/part_1_i_35_f_narrowly_avoided_a_political_sex/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bhsib5/part_1_i_35_f_narrowly_avoided_a_political_sex/)

I put him in my mouth. Now I do have a gag reflex but I knew if I took him in slow and relaxed my throat that I could probably take all of him in so long as he doesn’t move. After working on sucking it for a moment I could tell he wasn’t going to last long. I stopped and told him to not move so he doesn’t trigger my gag reflex. I put my thumbs on his pelvic bones and fingers wrapped around the sides of his hips as I dig my fingernails into his skin…I did this because I knew this would help discourage him from moving his hips or thrusting into me which would probably make me gag. My ex would always try to thrust his dick in my mouth more than I was ready for so I found from experience that this helps discourage that behavior plus adds a little pain to the pleasure. My last resort would be to bite down enough to make him stop moving. I then slowly took him in my mouth hands-free and I managed but barely to take all of him in without gagging. I used to practice this with a banana when I was young lol. I could feel his head hitting the very back of my throat and it’s certainly not comfortable. My jaw was getting tired already but I worked him like a lollipop just using my tongue. He did well at holding still so I released one hand and then managed to pull his balls up towards my lower lip so I could extend my tongue out to lick them as I fondled his nuts. The back of my throat was hurting as my nose was firmly buried in his manscaped pelvis. I literally took him as deep in my mouth as he could possibly go and was able to work him with my tongue enough so that he didn’t need to thrust. I was quite proud of myself.

Part 1: I 35 [F] narrowly avoided a political sex scandal by coercing my daughter’s friend 18 [M] into impregnating me. *recently found out, it’s a boy!! :)

This is a secondary account just because I know of a few people that know my username likely wouldn’t appreciate hearing the details in this story. I almost deleted this before sharing, I got nervous and couldn’t make up my mind even though it’s anonymous. Does that happen to anyone here? Lol. It’s a long read but I assure you I didn’t over embelish anything. I wrote it out the exact way that I remember it though I did skip out on minor or boring details.

Early last year, my husband and I separated after 16 years of marriage but our lifestyles were very busy and we’re both in the public eye. I’m a local elected public official, not wanting to specify which, and I serve in a medium-sized town. Due to our lack of time and partial laziness, we just never got around to actually filing for divorce nor even really telling very many people at this point, or at least I didn’t. My father is also a locally known preacher and so I take care of organizing activities, etc. Basically put, I have a respectable reputation to maintain. So to the public’s eye, we were still thought to be a normal husband and wife couple and it was just easier to keep it that way for the time being, at least for me. So when the following situation sprang out into the open, I had to do some quick maneuvering to avoid public rumors of a sex scandal as if I cheated on my husband since we didn’t officially file for divorce yet and few knew we had already split apart from each other’s lives, living seperately. Luckily everything worked out great but it’s a long story so bare with me.