Tag: Straight

[MF] 90s sex at a festival on drugs

So, I’m not much of writer but I’ve got a few sexy stories to tell. This is a story from the late 90s, at a rock festival in the UK. Me and my GF (now wife), let’s call her Megan, had been going together for a couple of years. At this time, poppers (Amyl Nirate) were still legal and really common. She hadn’t tried it although I had, along with sniffing glue and aerosols and other stupid stuff I would never do now. We were around 19 or 20 years old, uni students.

Anyway, we saw some poppers for sale at the festival market and decided to buy some. If you haven’t seen it, it comes in a tiny glass bottle and it smells so strong you only need to sniff a bit and you are instantly high. It literally wakes you up if you have fainted which I think was the original use. So we bought some and went to see the band on the main stage (I forget who). We had a sniff from this bottle and seriously within about 1 minute we kissed and suddenly had a huge blood rush and we are absolutely desperate to fuck each other. We are in the middle of this crowd and I’m groping her tits and she’s grinding against my cock. After a few minutes of this We literally run back to our tent, horny as fuck. Read more »

[MF] A Late Night Movie (Cheating)

*After a long time lurking in this and other true(ish) story subreddits, I’ve decided to share some stories of my own. I’ve had a good couple of decades of sexual activity and I’ve got quite a few stories to share ranging over that time.*

*About me: I’m 37 years old, white with dark skin. 5’9″ and solidly built from years of spending time in the gym, but not so fanatically that I have no body fat because I still like pie. Suffice it to say I look good in clothes and I’m happy with how I look naked. In the equipment department, I’m nothing more than average all around.*

“I want you to answer the door naked and I want my dick in your mouth as soon as it closes and I’m inside,” I texted Tracy as my wife at the time went to bed with barely a “goodnight” to me. We were on the downslope at this point. We both knew the marriage was over but weren’t yet at the point of admitting it out loud yet. After putting my son to bed, I had planned on going to a movie alone – my escape from having to spend any more time with her than necessary. She was supportive of my plan, since she had about the same amount of desire to spend time with me. It was one of the few things in our marriage that we agreed on. Read more »

[mff] Our friend brought her strapless dildo and bluetooth vibrator over for some fun…

After our first meeting with Ellie (https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ae8s9b/my_first_time_dping_a_girl_mff/) it took a while for our schedules to align once again, but once they did, we had a wonderful second date. To remind you all, Diana is around 5’4 and stacked (like, bad at tetris stacked) with dark brown hair, big hazel eyes, and pierced nipples. I’m 5’10, with a beard, short dark brown hair, a bunch of tattoos, and a body built by rock climbing and yoga. Ellie is 5’11 (dem legs tho) with freshly dyed orange/red hair, and piercing blue eyes.

Diana got a pair of stockings for me and wore them out under a black dress, so I was already primed for a good night. After getting to the bar, we saw that although Ellie had come from work, she was not quite in work-appropriate clothing. She had on a lacy top that hardly covered the lingerie she was wearing underneath, although she did have a scarf/shawl thing to keep from being totally indecent. After a couple rounds and appetizers, we went back to Diana’s and opened a few more beers in her room. Read more »

The Twins Ch. 1 [incest] [f/f] [first time] [orgasm]

*Hi I’m new here! Still figuring out how to post correctly, so lemme know if there’s something I should do differently. Here’s the first chapter in a series about pair of twins who break the rules. 100% fiction. Enjoy! – Lyla*

Angela and Lucy were identical twins. Even their mom couldn’t tell them apart. Many twins have uncanny mental connections, but these two had an unusual physical connection. They started exploring each other’s bodies at a very young age. They had no concept of sex, but they knew that the area between their legs felt good when you touched it.

They never could remember how it first happened. It seemed like it was something they had always done. In their young minds, there was absolutely nothing wrong with what they were doing. Their mom had taught them to braid each others’ hair, to paint each others’ nails, to scrub each others’ back. To them it was just a natural part of taking care of each other. Read more »

Crash for the Night (Part I) [MM]

A little background: I am a bisexual 30 year old man living in NYC. I keep my sexuality to myself so no one in my friends or family knows that I like guys too.

The story starts online…on Facebook. A friend from undergrad reached out to me saying that he had an interview for a job in the city and that he wanted a place to crash. Initially, I really didn’t want to say yes, because I am kind of an introvert and I hadn’t spoken to Sean since college, almost 10 years ago. We had a lot of classes together back then and we often skipped them to get some pizza at a famous joint on campus. He was very muscular back then. I remember how he used to work out constantly. I also remembered the giant tattoo on his right bicep of the initials of his college football team buddies. However, his Facebook pix showed that he had changed. His muscle bulk had turned to fat and being short in stature didn’t him any favors. Read more »

Den of Sin Chapter 1 – Enjoy ;) (Vampire, Submission, Biting, Yummy Anal Dominance, Succulent Sin)

Perhaps it’s a Starbucks caramel macchiato, possibly that Camel Crush nicotine stick, or maybe the next thirsty comment from your recent IG post, everyone craves something. Everyone. It might not be ever present and you might not think about it consciously, but it’s there. I have my own cravings but highly doubt they are anything like yours. I crave to deprave.

It started out innocently enough, we met online. She claimed to be a nurse and worked night shifts so didn’t have much opportunity go out to meet guys and I worked IT for a paper mill, coincidentally on night shift. I always preferred nights… less bosses around, less headache, less stress. Usually less traffic and just better in my eyes. When the rest of the world was sleeping I was doing my best work, away from their prying eyes. Like an elf in the night and in the morning, everything was running with top efficiency and up to code, um programming code. Read more »

My [F]irst Time as a Hooker

[F]irst time as a hooker.

I’m sorry if this story seems like a roller coaster. Everything I’m about to share is real and it feels good to get off my chest in a discreet manner.

To start off, i am a 34 year old Indian female, with a stale marriage (in the process of divorcing). With 2 kids, things weren’t as romantic as the beginning. In early 2018, my soon to be ex and I lost our business, and were struggling financially. Luckily, we know plenty of Indians that are hotel and motel owners and my husband was able to get a front desk clerk job thru some connections. Read more »

Hanna, Family Secrets, pt 11 (the end) [M/s] [m/F] [incest]

Don’s heart beat fast in his chest as he sat in his new-ish Chrysler 200 at the end of the block. He had the heat on, but his hands were still cold from the nervousness that tingled throughout his body, occasionally causing his stomach to feel both weightless and full of butterflies. Two days ago, Don had lied about having to work late on Friday to prepare for a road trip and conference the following week. He told his wife Hanna, that she’d be free to go to her “book club” since he’d be out for the evening.

Don wasn’t surprised by her excited acknowledgment, having found out about her extra-curricular activities by having a sophisticated home security system installed at their house that had secret surveillance capabilities.

Last night, when he had a moment to himself, he’d watched the recorded video as his wife eagerly conferred with their son Pete, setting a meeting for Hanna and their son’s female alter-ego, Anastasia, for Friday night at the adult bookstore across town.

Don had all the specifics, the two wanted to play together this time, they would both occupy the last video booth at the end of the hall and “Anastasia” would teach her mother everything she knew about playing at a gloryhole. Read more »

Mine

She squirmed in the barstool. Her thoughts raised. Her hands trembled as she reached for her wine glass.

What was she doing? She wondered. Not for the first time. Not for the thousandth time. But here she was, as inevitably as water running downhill.

A man sat in the stool beside her. Her breath caught, heart threatening to burst from her chest. Was it . . .?

It was not. She deflated, with an ache only she could feel. The man smiled, noticing her gaze.

“Buy you a drink?” Too smooth for complete sentences, this one. She raised her wine glass at him, marveling to realize it was mostly empty.

“Why not?” The man smiled a little wider, eagerly flagging down the bartender for more.

“What do you do?” He turned to face her.

“I sit at the bar, and I wait.” She sat facing the bar still, her heart daring her to keep waiting.

“Waiting for a guy like me to buy you a drink?” She smirked at the way his words brought up butterflies in her stomach. The bad kind. The aching, longing kind.

“What kind of guy are you?” Read more »

Better Than Studying: Part 1

“I’m sooooo bored”, I turn and say to you. We’ve been at the library for hours studying for our final exams and the sleep deprivation is finally taking its toll. “I want to do something fun! There’s only so much land law I can take before officially losing it.” I pout my lips and lie back on my swizel chair, spinning it slightly to convey my boredom. You seem oblivious to my complaints and are actually getting work done; clearly, you’re having more success than I am. Normally, I would carry on studying but in the back of my mind I’m thinking “What’s the point?” It’s the final exam, I don’t want to be here, and I know we will both pass – we’ve been preparing for months and feeling pretty confident.  Read more »