[MF]True Adventures in Colorado

Hi All, been lurking around here for a bit. Finally decided to post this true story I wrote a few years back. Sent it to Penthouse Letters, but it never got published. I always thought it was pretty good. Tell me your thoughts? It’s sorta long, you need to enjoy reading.

So here I am, looking up for a second at my reflection in the mirror, contemplating how in the fuck I have arrived at this point after 53 years of life. Standing beside my bed, looking down at my cock slicing into the perfectly round, smooth ass of this delectable 21 year old blond, while she pulls mightily on my sheets clutched in her fists, groaning and squealing with each thrust. Amazing. My age and fucking this girl young enough to be my granddaughter. And she’s loving it.

The Fat Bimbo – Part 1

Things were going slow in Brandon’s strip club. Uncharacteristically slow. And this was no surprise. Brandon had always been able to get the best dancers on the stage due to this weird technology he… acquired. But ever since he had opened an “escort service” as his second business, most of the women had been moved there. Them becoming sex crazed after exposure to his technology was a rather bad thing now. He needed to find new blood. To find something fresh that would attract more customers.

“Hey, neighbour,” a chipper voice pulled him out of his own head. His eyes locked with Rebeca’s and in a moment he realised that he might just have found his next talent.

He stares just one second to long at her, before answering, “Good morning, Rebeca.” He watches on as she moves to her mailbox and back to the house. Brandon had to admit that she wasn’t the perfect figure you usually see on stage. Her belly wasn’t as tight as any of his show girls, quite the opposite actually. And her ass was simply huge, but that usually worked out fine. More and more guys preferred big buts. With a couple of sessions on his machine, she might become a great way to pull in customers. “Hey, Beca,” he called behind her. She looked up from her mail with a questioning look in her eyes. “I can’t help but notice that you look a bit pale. If you want you can use my tanning bed.”

[Mf] I had an adventure this week

So for background, my husband and I separated 13 months ago. And even though I avidly don’t ever want to be in a relationship ever again, the celibate lifestyle does not agree with me. Also I have had the lowest self esteem and I’m on the curvier side of life. I couldn’t even tell you the last time I had sex with the lights on. So anyways I downloaded the plenty of fish app and it took me a week before I could even reply to anyone because anxiety. On Friday last week a cute guy messaged me and we ended up messaging each other on and off all day, he lived in the next state over but was going to be in a town a little closer for work for a night. And I decided to drive the 90 miles after work Tuesday to meet him at his hotel room last night. I was insanely nervous but omg it was worth it. I walked into the room and immediately was being hugged and kissed. Within 10 minutes he finger fucked me into 2 orgasms. I have been fingered before, but omg this man straight up finger fucked me, and he was amazing at it. In 2 hours he fucked me twice, ate me out twice, finger fucked me I don’t even know how many times, titty fucked me. kissed me everywhere, licked and bit me, pulled my hair, cuddled me, talked to me, and gave me an amazing back rub. All with the lights on! His dirty talk game was so strong. Telling me how sweet my pussy was, asking if I could taste myself when I kissed him, and how much he liked my lips around his cock. Never in my life had I been told I was sexy when I came, or had my wrists kissed! This man was just absolutely amazing! My stress levels are down, my self confidence has been boosted, and my body feels amazing. I would love to spend more time with him, but even if I never see him ever again, I’ll be ok. He helped me out more than he’ll ever know in so many different ways.

[MF] she asked me to destroy her

Hello again! For those of you who need a refresher, my stories are about my time with Madison, a girl I met through Reddit. You can find my previous stories [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8wujng/mf_fucking_the_hot_girl_from_reddit_long/?st=JJW97WFZ&sh=6850188d) and [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8zfxa7/mf_waking_up_in_the_middle_of_the_night_to_make/?st=JJW9854J&sh=3983b7a1) (also where to find our descriptions, if you want them).
So to the story…

Madison and I had been seeing each other for about 2 weeks at this point. We weren’t quite dating, but not quite as casual as FWB. Just enjoying getting to know each other and, obviously, fucking like crazy. But the fact that we talked a lot and hung out a lot was a really nice change of pace, for me, especially. That’s why this particular night was such a surprise (a great one though).

Genuinely casual, no-strings-attached sex with a good [F]riend. A wholesome story!

This is a story about the most genuinely ‘friends-with-benefits’ experiences I’ve had. Often stories here about friends-with-benefits are full of tropes which make the whole experience seem more like a porn scene than a totally casual, solely positive sexual experience between friends. It’s not always possible to sleep with someone who’s your friend and for it to make no different to your friendship, and I don’t want to pretend that it always works like this. I’m just going to write this as it happened so you get an accurate impression of how fun and casual this was.

My name’s George, and I’m from the UK. Anna and I have been friends since university – not quite the same friendship circle, but good enough to spend many evenings chatting together about politics or literature. Anna’s a free-willed New Zealander with brown straight hair, a friendly smile and a passionate interest in all things political. I would say that she’s good-looking and cute rather than bombshell gorgeous in the stereotypical way, which I’m not particularly into anyway, but with a great personality – basically the sort of female friend you don’t necessarily fantasise about all the time, until you do. She has a cool slightly hipsterish dress sense, great boobs which she mostly conceals under T-shirts and jumpers, and a great sense of humour.

Strawberry Tits [BDSM] [MF] [FF] [MCtrl] [sadism] [fetish] [latex] [leather] [boot] [foot] [slime] [urine] [abduction] [rape] [corruption]

^Work ^in ^progress, ^to ^be ^continued.

^Very ^perverse, ^but ^not ^quite ^crafted ^for ^masturbation. ^Story ^focused.

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#Chapter 1: The Meeting

“The secret is in the bonding, the consistency. For example: If you take egg white and mix it with something else in a blender, you may get the overall taste right, but it’s just not the same. It’s like drinking Brandy from the used plastic cups of last night’s party. Egg white draws these swinging goopy spider webs between your fingers. What comes out of your blender does not.”, Watson explained, then took another tiny slurp from the mug of black steaming coffee on his executive desk.

“Ah, I get it. That is why we use females, to get their bodies to mix the ingredients in a … an organic fashion.” Steinberg felt the need to show his understanding explicitly. While he was no simpleton, he had only been with the company for a few months. And the task he was being called to discuss seemed like an early chance to show his usefulness and to cement his position.

“Stay” (Ep. 1) – [MF] [Virgins] [YoungLove] [Intercourse]

First time posting here. I think I have a few more episodes in this series if you’re interested. Let me know what you think.

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I can’t believe we’ve been dating for four months now. When she showed up at the movie theater her first day working there I got that spell you get when you lay eyes on someone so gorgeous you can’t think straight. Little did I know that she wasn’t able to think much around me either. Her walk, her smile, the way I catch her staring at me, her subtle but inviting curves, the silky smoothness of her skin drives me crazy. Such is young love; we’re only months away from graduating high school and who knows where life will lead as we’re less than a year away from our 20s.

“What’cha thinkin’ about?”, she asked as we drove back from a concert. This was a frequent question she had for me. She seemed so interested in my answers. To be honest, half the time I wasn’t thinking about anything but I’d just tell her something I thought of earlier that day; the other half of the time I was too embarrassed to say what I was thinking about her – I wonder if she ever saw me blush in those moments.

[Fm] Closing in on 40, I impulsively decided to let go of my good girl ways…

It had been at least a year since my last relationship ended.

That must have been the only reason I didn’t shut him down from the start.

One long, depressing year of mourning, frustration, and a handful of bad dates. Working at the library didn’t exactly create a lot of opportunities to meet single men.

One year without sex. Even longer, really, considering the last few months with Peter had not been a time we were getting along.

That’s the only explanation. That, and maybe the fact that I’d had a few drinks.

It was a Thursday night. I was in a strange town sitting in a bar without a date. And I was being hit on by a guy who was barely half my age. I was about to turn 40. He couldn’t have been more than 23. Mathematically, he was young enough to be my son.

And, yet, I wasn’t doing a thing to discourage him.

[MF][Video game][Rated MA+] Dead by Daylight Explicit Fanfic – The Nurse’s Calling

The Nurse’s Calling

I sighed deeply as night after night I found myself here, trudging through the darkness, the moonlight illuminating my way forward. There were others like me, sometimes we would help each other sometimes not, either way it didn’t matter to me. I’d learned all I needed from this place and escaping from here had become nothing more than a simple chore. Still, I guess in not really knowing what else to do; it was time to get to work.

x x x x x x

In this perpetual night time she sat glancing over at the shiny hooks which swayed slowly, their presence almost commanding her; waiting patiently for a sacrifice. She peered through her veil into the sky, the light weave concealing her cold lifeless face. In her hand something surged, she swore she could picture a few steps in front of her, blink and she’d be there; a power she didn’t quite understand. Suddenly she heard a sound, the faint hum of a generator starting up. She grasped at her rusty blade and stood, floating a few inches above the ground as if she were weightless under a moonlit night.