[Group] house warming party: we found a new couple!

Sorry I haven’t been posting lately. I recently changed flat and other stuff. If you want to know more about me or other people in this story, check my post history (those who weren’t in previous stories I will describe here).

I actually have a couple of stories to tell but I will start with the most recent one (happened this last weekend). Also, as always, feel free to message me, boys and girls. Especially girls! I love both, but I rarely get replies from girls. I try to answer to as many as possible. Also, boys are completely fine but just don’t send dick pics. I can get the real stuff, so that does nothing to me.

So, this story has two parts. The first one is nothing too extreme (there is no sex if that’s what you’re into), but I wanted to share it anyways. NB: it still has sexy stuff in it. Feel free to skip it.

**FIRST PART**

We had a house warming party this weekend for our new place. It was me, my boyfriend Dawe and a few friends. You may remember Bede (I’m typing from mobile while taking a bath so I can’t link. Check the post “I told many stories but this should’ve been…”), Vera (appeared in many posts), and some new people we met here.

[MF] Julia – Revisiting a school exchange after many years years

This is my second story here. The first one is here :

First sex after separation – Jan [MF] from gonewildstories

Julia and I went back almost 20 years. We’d been friends on and off since I was 16. We first met when she visited the UK on a school exchange, and she was staying with one of my classmates. Over the years we chatted, exchanged Christmas and bday cards, and followed each others lives on social media, but we hadn’t seen each other for 7 or 8 years at this time. She was there to listen when things went south with my ex, and the separation started. The summer after it all happened, my boss asked me to go on a 6 week work placement to Julia’s city. I jumped at the chance to get away, as the separation was still raw, and I was missing my son.

My Life Dedicated To Femdom Servitude

It started out with simple oral sex videos. I always liked to please a women. These quickly became face-sitting videos, instantly pulling me into the femdom scene. The urge to submit was deeply embedded in me. My mind was reprogrammed after participating in femdom hypnosis sessions under the influence of a lot of drugs. I have since made a stronger bond to the femdom lifestyle every time I indulge in coerced intoxication. The Divine Goddess’s hold over me is undoubtedly powerful. I now find myself instantly aroused whenever presented with the opportunity to serve a real Goddess. Even if the task given to me is to sexual satisfy another man.
It is truly unbelievable to think that I have been straight all my life but. Now, I have been trained to worship cock and swallow every drop of cum I come in contact with. I now have a deep desire to whore myself out and offer all my earnings as a tribute to a superior Goddess. The Goddesses have conditioned me to obey at all costs. I live to serve and obey a Goddess. I do this by making regular tributes to my Goddess and purchasing Her gifts on amazon to express my devotion. All of the ‘harmless’ femdom mind control videos I hastily purchased and watched have had very real ramifications on my life.

Good Morning [MF][Cheating]

I slowly come out of my slumber as the door opens. She calls to me. I open my eyes and see her standing in the doorway of the guest room, wearing only her sleep pants and a tank top. God, she’s beautiful. I swing my legs off the bed and give a stretch, feeling that my morning wood is at full attention and begging for some, well, attention. I stretch out my arms and ask for a hug. She comes close and I stand up to wrap my arms around her, pulling her close, letting her feel what I feel. I hear her gasp. She drags her nails lightly down my back, provoking a shudder.

I pull away from her. She looks up to me, lust clouding her eyes. I lean in to kiss her. She doesn’t pull away, confirming that her husband’s gone to work. We share another kiss, just as wrong as the others before, but the love is so strong. I run my hands up her shirt and across her bare back, beckoning a moan from my mouth to her. She pulls away and puts a finger to her mouth. She suspects that her husband suspects, and isn’t entirely convinced that he doesn’t have the house bugged.

[MF] So, my aunt walked in on me fucking myself with her dildo…

So, this week I ended up staying at my aunt Lucy’s for some family reasons. She was the type of woman that looked like she was in her mid – twenties, even though she already well into her forties. Needless to say, I’ve always found her to be very attractive. One the second day I was there, when everybody had left the house,I couldn’t help myself, so I made my way to her room.
At this point I guess I should mention that I’m a closet sissy. I’ve always been on the more feminine side ever since I was young, and I’ve always had a submissive nature. Gradually at some point I started dressing up, wearing make-up, bras, panties – either brought discretely online or from a family member. And soon, I had bought my first toy, and my collection increased from then onwards. I eventually became so heavily dependent on my toys until I can barely ejaculate without anal stimulation (i.e. without something up my ass), I also often walked around with a buttplug firmly lodged between my cheeks, and a chastity cage on my already really tiny penis (barely even 2.5 inches hard).
So anyways, I dug through her wardrobe and started dressing up in her clothes – she had this really cute pair of matching cotton panties and bra, which smelled really good. Just the smell alone was intoxicating. When I looked at myself in the mirror dressed up in drag again, I felt a bit ashamed and disgusted at myself, but that only made me more aroused and stimulated – I could feel my blood rushing to my head and my heartbeat getting faster and faster. When i finally took them off, I found that I ended up leaking precum all over them, and some parts of it were soaked through. I ended up placing them back to their original places without cleaning the precum off, and it was then that I noticed that she actually had a shoebox carefully hidden underneath a pile of clothes. I opened it to discover that it was full of toys – dildos, vibrators beads… you name it she had it all. It kind of surprised me, because i had always thought of my aunt as someone clean and pure, and I had absolutely no idea that she was into things like this. I almost wanted to slap myself silly at that point, because I felt so repressed for the past couple of days, (due to being unable to cum without anal, and I had no toys on me…) and there was actaully everything that I needed right here. But I knew that my aunt was likely to be back soon, so I had to painfully give up on the opportunity at the moment.
I was pent up for the rest of the week – the only thing on my mind was revisiting the same experience again with the added anticipation of finally getting to cum, while using that huge dildo of hers I had my eye on. I didn’t really get the opportunity until yesterday night when the house was empty again. I raced up to her room, and immediately dug out her treasure trove of toys, before picking out the largest dildo among the lot. I had my eyes on this really sexy Victoria Secret thong that I noticed last time, and i immediately put it on. I had no idea where the lube was (even if she had any), so I started sucking on the dildo and lubing it up with my saliva. After a really sloppy job, I slid it up my ass, which was almost twitching in excitement. The instant it went in, I felt a jolt go through me, it felt soooooooooo good to have something fill me up again after what seemed like god-knows how many days of pure suffering. I placed it up straight and started bouncing on it like my life depended on it. Soon, my aunt’s scent started making me fantasize about her – that she was pounding me with a huge strap-on. I began to lose myself in the pleasure, and started moaning really loudly “Ahh.. yes.. urrg, fuck me harder aunt Lucy! oh yes…”
And… right when i was almost to climax, was when everything went to shit.
The door to her bedroom swung open, and I could feel the blood in my vbeins freeze over. There she was, my aunt Lucy standing here, wide-eyed in shock, staring at the abomination that was in front of her. In her eyes, I could see a mix of shock, anger, but mostly disgust. I could see her eyes sweep across me, and when it landed on the pathetic excuse of a thing I call a penis, my arousal hit its peak and I couldn’t help but cum. I came right in front of her, squirting all over the place. Some of it even landed on her clothes. I could feel my butthole spasming and contracting on the dildo, and my whole body was quivering.
She just looked at me, and her shock soon all turned to disgust, which turned to rage. She just screamed at the top of her lungs “GET OUT!!!” and pointed at the door. I knew that I really fucked up this time, and I fumbled out of the room as quickly as I could. I ended up tripping over halfway due to the thong that was still between my legs, resulting in a sort of half-crawling, half-running as I tumbled out of the room, with the dildo still dangling out of my ass. I made my way back to my room as fast as I could, and bolted the door tightly shut, before collapsing on the ground. The only thought going through my head back then was that I was screwed. Royaly screwed. However, my heart was still pounding like crazy, and the arousal and excitment had not died down the least.
That night, I came harder than I ever came before. That was arguably the best orgasm I have ever had in my life. I write this as I prepare to depart back home. It turns out last night was too chilly and she came back for a coat. Thankfully, it seems like she has yet to tell anybody else of what has happened. However, when I think back to the events last night, and the look in her eyes, it sends shivers down my spine and I could feel myself wetting the underwear I’m wearing. I could almost picture her thinking to herself, “What a fucking sissy faggot”. I’m not really sure what propelled me to share this, but I find myself unconsciously looking forward to the humiliation and disdain that others might have for me, the thought of others reading what has happened makes me feel both extremely excited and disgusted at myself. I really regret what I did, and sometime I feel like if I was better looking, or if my tiny penis wasn’t so small, I’d have the confidence to be a real man. What do you guys make of this all?
TLDR: I had always been a closet sissy. For one week, I was staying with my aunt. I dressed up in her underwear, took her dildo, and started fucking myself with it, and she walked in on me. The look of disgust on her face just made me cum so hard, I could feel myself spasming on the dildo. I’m ashamed of myself, but not sure what to make of the whole thing.

I met him at a party… Here’s a story about the best sex I’ve ever had [FM]

What’s up beautiful people, it’s Rachel again with another (hopefully) hot story for you guys! I hadn’t really planned on writing a lot of these or anything, but I received so much kind feedback (and a surprising lack of dick pics! Go you!) that I figured what the hell, I could write more :) So here goes. This is a story about the best sex I’ve ever had. Sorry for the length, and I hope you guys enjoy!
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This is a story from my sophomore year of college, probably second semester? I’d been really busy with school and this internship I was doing, so I hadn’t even gone out in like three weeks. At that point, I’d also been single for around four months, and only had one hookup in all of that time, just because I had so much else going on. So Friday night rolls around, and I’m just sitting in bed in my pajamas doing some homework when my roommate and best friend Erin walks into the apartment with three of our friends and a very much not-hidden bottle of vodka. I laughed and greeted them, asking what their plans were for the night.

Unsolicited [MF]

“You probably weren’t supposed to see that.”

My wife had been showing me something on her phone when the message alert popped up saying that she had a text from Vicky. It was a pic message, but the content was probably not what she’d been expecting.

The pic was a selfie. Vicky was holding the phone with one hand, and doing an arm/handbra with the other, only partially succeeding in covering up. What I saw was glorious.

I was hard in no time. I was actually embarrassed at how quickly it happened. My wife noticed too, and teased me about it, grabbing the front of my shorts.

“You don’t get hard that fast for me.”

“Send me an unsolicited photo like that and we’ll find out! … Like you’re not turned on too.”

“Am not!”

A look passed between us that said I should find out for myself. I slid my hand down the front of my wife’s shorts, under her underwear.

“A ha! Titillated by titties!”

My wife blushed. Caught. Not that I minded in the slightest.

“Shut up and fuck me.”

[MF] Fun With Friends [MF]

This is the story of how a bit of dirty talk and a dash of booze led to some unexpected adventure. I had initially planned to squeeze it all into one story, but there’s just too much good stuff (and it’s a 2 night affair) so it’ll be in 3 parts as we have time to write it.

**The Set Up**

I have a friend, Alex, who I met when we were both living in Asia – this was before I met my wife. He was from the same town I was – its how we met over there. While we lived there he met a girl – Bev.

She’s a great girl (more on her later) and she was always really, really open about sex and her love of it. She loved flirting with Alex’s friends – when Alex was around and when he wasn’t too. I told him of course, and he said he didn’t really mind. He liked her flirtatiousness. Alex liked sharing stories about his sex life with Bev just as much. It always was (and still is) hot remembering the details he’d go into.

Downing Abbey – Chapter 8

(Lucas)

It shouldn’t have been as easy as a weekend with my hot brunette to turn me into a creepy face-gazer like that powdered donut from those vampire novels. The orange rays invading from the east-facing windows lit up her serene face into a warm glow, and between that and the fact she was naked underneath the sheets except for my college tee had my mind split between thoughts of adoration and perversion.

Hickeys on her shoulders and hair all wild and disheveled from being clutched in my fist – Princess Diaries liked a tasteful amount of hair-pulling –, she looked even more perfect than usual, my personal touches adding a sense of customized well-fucked that fed my urge to dominate and claim. I brushed a few strands of displaced hair out of her mouth, and took a deep breath in my newfound place of zen.

This became my ritual, and it was the same yesterday, and the morning before that. She stole this opportunity from me the first time she was here, and I wasn’t about to let that slip away again. It was a warm June morning, and all I wanted to wrap her up in my arms and bury inside of her, but I needed to get into work today and knowing what a time freak she was, she’d probably slap me for letting her sleep this late, but she needed her sleep.

[MM] massage incident

Long story short, I live in a place where massage shops / masseurs are always of the same sex, meaning if you’re a guy you can’t have a girl masseur and vice versa (country regulations).

I regularly go to one massage place where their massage service is professional with nothing out of the ordinary. Bear in mind that I’m straight and I never wanted any unsolicited activity. One day I went in for a massage and the there was this new Asian guy who had his turn on my account. He greeted me and started massaging me with almost no side talk which I prefer, after all I’m there to relax and not to chat.

I was laying face down (floor massage bed, not a table) and he started with my back and I noticed his hands were more concentrated on my lower part, mostly thighs and ass. I didn’t think it’s weird at first but then he started to massage my inner thighs going up to my groin area. The tickling sensation somewhat gave me a small nudge in the D. Few moments later he asks me to turn around. As I turned around he asked if it’s ok to remove the towel claiming that it is obstructing his work so I agree, which also gave me another nudge to the D and now I’m half erect. I couldn’t control it because that was my first time having a massage fully naked.