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[M]Vacation with my Step sister [f]…

She’s the quiet type, never leaves her room. I barely talk to her. It’s never awkward it’s just we don’t really talk, especially now I’m at college. I’ve watched her grow up and it’s only recently that I’ve kind of seen her as attractive.

Anyway, it was last year when our parents took us on holiday. We stayed in a 3 bedroom hotel room with parents at one and end and us at the other. Our two rooms were separated by a shower, which had two sliding doors, one for each room.

So one afternoon I come in get unchanged hop in the shower and I close the doors but don’t lock them, it’s just what I always did.

It wasn’t until after I’d finished washing that I realized the sliding door to her room had crept open. At first I didn’t think anything of it, so I reached to close it as I hopped out, assuming my step sister didn’t get any glimpse.

Except the next day the same thing happened in the shower, the door was slightly open again it almost looked wider this time. At this point we’d been on holiday for almost 2 weeks, and I was fully out of my mind horny. Otherwise I’m sure I wouldn’t have done what I did… Read more »

[MF] A quickie goodbye

So, this is back in 2016 with an ex (who I’m seeing again, more stories to follow). A little about us; I was 29 at the time, 6ft, short brown and grey hair, fairly muscular, and glasses. Circumcised and average length, but more than average girth. A was 27, a bit shorter, c cup, long straight brown hair and loves to refer to herself as “fun-sized.” Which I completely agree.

We were lamenting the end of a three day weekend, talking about plans for the coming week, the fun we had together, and doing what we can to prolong her inevitable goodbye and a 40 mile trip back home for her. She was laying on my bed, on her stomach with arms folded underneath her head. I can’t even remember what we were talking about, sitting on the bed with her.

But I do remember wanting her. Badly.

We always shared an insane sexual chemistry that I’ve never had with anyone else. I leaned over her, and kissed the back of her neck. With her eyes closed and audible appreciation, she turned more of her neck towards me. In between kisses, I told her how much I’d miss her, and how much I wanted her right now. Read more »

First anal with my ex [MF]

My ex-wife and I had a lot of problems, but none of them were in the bedroom.

First, the usual descriptions. My ex is a natural redhead, who, throughout our time together, weighed about 100-110 lbs, and has B to small C cup tits and a decent ass. I’m a little heavier than average, with an average sized cock. We usually had pretty intense sex, often lasting 1-1 1/2 hours with multiple orgasms for her. Since I am both a gentleman and a pervert, my bedroom rule is if it feels good, do it. She often got nervous trying new things, but once she got over her initial nervousness, there was very little she didn’t like. This is about the first time we tried anal sex, which became our favorite thing for a straight week.

Due to several reasons I won’t go into, my ex had to have surgery which forbade us from having any kind of vaginal intercourse for about a month. My ex, being extremely horny, did not take this well, and decided it was time she give into my desires of “more than just a tongue or finger (and she loved a tongue or a finger, but was nervous going further).” She was determined to be penetrated during the month, and I was only too happy to be the one to do it. Read more »

[F] Incompatible — short story/drabble.

My first post; constructive criticism is welcome. Names have been changed.

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Familiar sounds and scents are all Lia has as she kneels before her husband’s favorite chair in their bedroom: the soft whirr of the air conditioning that moves coolish air over her bare skin; the scent of the almond body creme she painstakingly used as she readied herself for her husband; the soft, comforting noises of the home they’d made together for the past eight years. Familiar sensations to comfort her in the face of another: uncertainty. Always the uncertainty, coiled in her gut, making it hard to keep still, making her press her palms to her thighs and count her breaths when she hears the alarm disengaging down the hallway. Her heartbeat quickens, though not for the reason she would like. Adrenaline skitters up her middle, puckers her nipples, straightens her spine. *Good Evening, Si*r, she practices in her head. And tries not to feel aroused, just thinking it. *Hi, Baby.* No, too casual. Steps down the hall, her name being called. Her husband is home. She flexes her hands on her thighs, wonders what she must look like. Likes the thought, smiles in the darkness. Read more »

We fucked in her car surrounded by a crowd of people. [MF]

To understand a little better, you should read [this one](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8rhk13/taking_an_old_friends_virginity_one_summer/?st=JINLBLFV&sh=bd875fc5) first so theres context.

Me and Heather had been at it for about a month now. She knew what she liked. I knew what she liked. At this point we had done pretty much everything minus anal. We fucked in a pool, jacuzzi, the shower, her house, my house, other peoples houses, but tonight would be new for both of us. I had a show to play. I was filling in for a friend of mine who had knee surgery so he couldn’t play drums for 6 weeks. Not my style of music, but we go back and I said I could fill in while he’s out. Heather had never seen me play live before so she asked if I mind. Of course not. I play in front of strangers all the time. Read more »

Welcome Home [MF]

Those of you who are familiar with my other posts know that I have this account to blow off some of my excess sexual energy while the current boyfriend and I ease into some things. He is older than I am by about seven years and very vanilla, whereas I am something more akin to cherry cordial or butter pecan. I have been gradually introducing him to sprinkles, little additive things—places to touch one another that aren’t overtly sexual but feel good or variations on classic positions that create more profound sensations—that turn me on (and I hope he also appreciates) but don’t outright change the flavor of our sex life. The furthest I had gotten him to go is “chocolate sauce;” not in the literal sense, I blew him in the very dark parking lot after a late movie. But, I was hoping that it was just enough extra topping to get him to crave another bite. Do get me wrong. I am totally satisfied with out sex life and I would be more than happy to settle into the sexy little town of Pleasantville, but I think he has a wild side that he has yet to fully express and I want that for him, of us. Read more »

I adore making men cum because of me [FM]

Everyone gets to a point where their job isn’t all pink and wonderful but you have those few things that you enjoy and your workplace can always provide. For a slut like me the workplace is a hotel room most of the time and one magic moment would be when my clients cum and I really enjoy knowing that I was the reason for it. I am after all a cum loving slut that reacts to a dick cumming like a child going to Disneyland. When in the mood, I won’t mind that the man I’m fucking could only last 10 seconds, just shoot towards me! I also don’t mind because I’m making money regardless of how much he can last.

One recent happy memory I have with one of my current regulars and one of my favorite men of all time. John is a serious man and one used to be in powerful positions in life and at his job. My love for him starts with his attitude towards what we are doing. I like how he is the first client that makes the difference between Anna the person and Anna the slut. He usually invites me and we spend some time talking before we get to work. So peaceful and so nice! Read more »

[MF] [First-person] [cheating] [light roughness] Saturday with my fling

Saturdays are my days to do things that are far away from my regular tasks during the week. Never one to spend a day sitting around for too long, I’ll typically head to the gym and then work on some things around the house, maybe go for a drive. As far as Saturdays go, today’s been a banner day. It’s perfect outside. After a nice, long run in the bright sun, I went out for a drive before spending the rest of the afternoon in the garage working on the car. You know, really manly stuff. And since you’re over for the weekend while my wife is away, I even washed and vacuumed your car for you. It’d been so long and I’m such a great guy, aren’t I?

I’m walking back inside, my white t shirt clinging to me. It’s been hot today and a little humid. I’m sweaty, but not too bad. And working on the car isn’t always the cleanest activity. So along with a clinging shirt, there are a few rather obvious oil and dust stains on the white cotton. My arms stretch the material, rising up past my biceps as I carry in a few tools. The pair of black athletic shorts hide a simple pair of light blue boxerbriefs. Not quite my favorite pair, but I didn’t want to risk somehow getting those particularly gross. I know how much you like them after all. Read more »