Four Short Stories: 1st [MF, FF] [Teasing], 2nd [FF] [Domination], 3rd [MFMF, MF, MMF] [Free-Use Undertones], 4th [MF] [Clothed]

## Boy In An All-Girl School

Ralph lay in bed facing the wall as his roommate, Tanya, got dressed. He knew she wouldn’t leave without him, but maybe it would be a rare morning where she just left him alone until his throbbing morning wood went away. Ralph would love to just jerk off, but that had been impossible ever since he had been accidentally placed in an all-girl school. It had been a terrible year.

“Hey Ralph.” Tanya called.

Ralph groaned as he rolled over. “Yes?”

His eyes widened and his already aching erection swelled. Tanya stood in nothing but white bra and panties, most of pale skin visible. She was putting her dark hair back in a ponytail.

“Have you seen my shirt with the blue and white stripes?” She asked, stepping closer.

Ralph tried to look her in the eyes. “No. Sorry.”

Tanya frowned.  “Oh.” A sudden smile appeared. “Ah there it is.”

Ralph followed her stare and saw the shirt draped on the laundry basket beside his bed, opposite Tanya. It definitely had NOT been there last night.

“Let me.” Ralph hastened to roll over.

I finally slept with my work crush [FM]

Hello, r/gonewildstories! I created this account just so I could write this down.

I’ve been a lurker on this subreddit for a while, on another account, and wanted to add my own amazing experience. I also feel like there are not enough women narrated stories on here. As much as I love reading about how men experience women, I personally do a lot more of experiencing men (soapbox over)

It’s been on my mind for weeks and I just cannot seem to get over it. I mean this is like constant. Every time I close my eyes I see and feel everything like it just happened. I can’t believe this happened because this guy is so young… I feel like a pervert but after how it happened I don’t know what to feel anymore.

A little background:

I [25 F] work as a server and bartender at a restaurant in a small city. We are super busy during the warmer months but during the cold ones our whole city is basically a ghost town. M[20] (we’ll call him Gage) works as a line cook in the kitchen. Our restaurant is in an old brownstone building. The kitchen is in the basement and our dining room is on the first floor. Servers are required to run down into the basement to grab their food orders or a food runner will bring them upstairs, depending on how busy we are.

[FM] Fucked by a redditor

So a few months ago, I started chatting with this guy on Reddit. We had a lot of similar interests and lived in the same city. We texted all the time, our conversations getting more and more flirty by the day. We started sexting and masturbating together, his voice doing delicious things to me. He told me how he wanted me to masturbate, how I should rub myself for him as he stroked his cock in front of me, watching each other but not able to touch.

After weeks of this, we decide to meet up at a small coffee shop around 3pm. It’s a bit cold so I’m wearing a thick sweater and black leggings, needing coffee but more anxious to finally meet him. I glance around and immediately know it’s him, his tall build, dark hair and stubble such a familiar sight by now. He catches my eye and smiles as I walk over to him.

“Hey” I greet him, my face barely clearing his chest, he was a good foot taller than me and muscular as fuck, which made my knees weak.

I'[M] a noob at this but lucked out this weekend

So after I got [laid for the first time at age 30](https://www.reddit.com/r/stupidslutsclub/comments/73n470/end_of_wizardry/) a couple weeks ago, I decided to catch up on what I’d been missing out on for years. I’ve got a lot of fantasies and things I wanna try, and I figure I want variety in the girls in sleep with and a relationship is not in my plans in the next year at least, so I’ve been tindering around a bit. I met a girl on there recently who got a fantasy of meeting a complete stranger, and that sounded exciting to me. She’s 22, Dutch exchange student, and extremely open sexually. We chatted a bit, things heated up fast, we swapped pics, and set a date for the past Saturday evening. Before I get to that, let me tell you about the class reunion we had the day before that.

Now before the no-sex-before-marriage business started back in my last year of school, I had a few chances with girls from school, but never took those chances. The one girl I regretted not hooking up with the most was a good friend back then. We had the same social circle, could laugh a lot together, and always had palpable sexual chemistry; it didn’t hurt that she was one of the most attractive girls in our year. After school we kind of lost track of each other, she moved away a couple hundred kilometers, and she got into a longterm relationship.

My [f]irst time [cheating]

I had been married for a good 5 years at the time. I’m still very much in love with my husband and we still have great sex.

There’s just something he can’t fulfill for me. He can’t fulfill the silly cheating fantasies I’ve had since as long as I could remember. One of the very first times I touched myself was when I was sneakily watching some terrible movie that featured cheating. It had some hairy chested 80s hair guy getting his shirt ripped off first by his wife and then later in the movie by his new lover (she found the buttons would is how she realized he was cheating, guy had a hulk fetish, I guess). I digress, the main point is how funny it made me feel to watch this man with a woman who was not his wife. It was the first time I was turned the fuck on.

The Lesbian [M] [F] [oral] [mast] [cum play] [anal] [cheat]

I was new to town. The first thing I needed to do: Join a gym. The gym is where I go to socialize and chat. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all business once the headphones go on, but before and after, I’m chatting up everybody.

That’s when I saw her. She was a fit chick, long brown hair. Nike shorts and an old ratty shirt. I had to talk to her.

A week passed and we happened to both be training legs. I walked over and asked if she was almost done with her machine. She said I could work in. I introduced myself and soon, we were gym buds.

Her name was Kara.

Over the course of the month, I found out we actually had a lot in common. Same hobbies, same workout mentality, same music taste.

“Hey, let’s grab a coffee one day,” I said.

“How about Thursday after the gym?”

We friended each other on Facebook and I immediately stalked her page. She was into bodybuilding and had done some swimsuit competitions. Kept me busy for a few nights.

Half hour into our date, Kara said, “My girlfriend and I just ate a this great new restaurant.”

[MF] She accepted my gfs challenge.

This story happened when i was a freshmen in college.

A little back story: i was dating Kristy at the time, we all ran with the same circle of friends. We would hang out with her best friend Vicky quiet often, whether we just went to the movies or went out to parties Vicky was there most of the time.

Kristy and i hadn’t been dating too long, i would say around 3 months when this happened. One day i was at my place by myself when i hear a knock at the door and to my surprise it was Vicki.

(Rough versions of the conversation)
Me: Hey! whats up
Vicki: I was just with Tiff ( other friend ) and shes was going to hang with her bf, since we were in the area i just told her to drop me off here until she was done.
Me: Ok sure come on in.

KISSED BY FIRE [FM, Str8]

The train thunders past as I run to try and catch it, but in vain. “Fuck!” I yell out causing an old man with a stroller passing me to turn his head and give me a disapproving look. “Fuck you too grandpa!” I add with such anger he hastily scurries away. I realise there is absolutely no way for me to make it on time anymore. Defeated, I slide down the wall onto the platform and start to cry, or rather sob uncontrollably, you know, with snot ending up all over your face. Someone taps me on the shoulder. “Sorry miss, but are you okay? I know train tracks are a very common suicidal spot and it would hurt my heart seeing someone as beautiful as yourself jumping.” That’s probably the worst opening sentence I’ve ever heard, but despite everything it is the nicest thing someone has said to me in a long while. I look up.

 

[F]ucking a jackass colleague in A[M]sterdam

Wappenin Reddit. Long time listener, first time caller here. As a long-term hobag I’ve got a fair few stories to tell, so hopefully this is the first of many. For the record, I’m a 24 year-old brunette from the UK. I am also prone to veering off-topic, so apologies if that happens here. Also also, every time I’ve tried to write this down I’ve just ended up getting too horny to carry on, so if it’s disjointed I apologise.

A short while ago, I was invited to Amsterdam for work reasons (result). It was me, my fusty old boss from work and precisely no-one else that I knew in attendance, apart from about 20 delegates from other labs. Unfortunately, my hopes of sneaking off to the coffeeshops were dashed by the full agenda they’d set out for each of us over the two days, but on the bright side the company that had brought us out there had clearly spared no expense. We were put up in a five star hotel, taken to Michelin starred restaurants, and generally treated like royalty, which is a bit of a rarity in my profession.

Fucking a Hot Goblin [MF]

Some readers from the UK may have heard of Chiselhurst Caves, an old cave tunnel system quite near London that dates back thousands of years. Had all sorts of uses in its time but nowadays is open mostly for tours and events, and its famous for being haunted.

Strange start to a sexy story, right? Well it gets stranger.

I work in the film industry in the UK and was working on an advert for a foreign brand. We spent an afternoon filming a short sequence in the caves. As we were packing up our kit outside the front entrance, we noticed a group of people dressed as elves, goblins, and medieval knights eating sandwiches out of Tupperware. An odd sight, certainly, but a large illuminated sign suggested that the caves hosted a thriving ‘LARPing’ scene. I’d heard of this hobby, but had never before seen a real one in the wild, as it were. One particular creature caught my eye – a poised and pointy-jawed blonde who was painted completely green and wearing a tunic that showed off some very appealing cleavage. The first tits I’d ever seen that were quite so brightly coloured. These were more avocados than melons.