Late nights (part I) [MF] [orgasm control/denial] bdsm] [anal] [impact] [Mdom] [bondage] [public]

The ding of a notification jolts you from the dreary monotony of your daily work. Your hand flies to your phone, which was sitting surreptitiously next to your keyboard, and your heart jumps when you see the sender and the first line of text. Hastily, you key in your passcode and open the app to read the message in its entirety.

**I hope you’re not too busy after work, because I have plans for you**

You read through the cryptic message several times before you commit to a response. Thumbing it in, you hesitate for the briefest moment before hitting send. You’re certain he won’t elaborate with any specificity, but you can’t resist an attempt. Seconds tick by, and your eyes drift out of focus as you stare at your message, waiting for him to read it. Simultaneously, the little “D” next to your response switches to an “R” and ellipses pop up to indicate his incoming answer. In an instant, two more messages appear, one right after another .

**Patience is a virtue, hun.**

**You’ll have to wait.**

New friends [MMF] [Bi]

This story is 100% true. Every word.

I have been in the Lifestyle (Swinging) for 12 years, always as a Single Male. I’ve learned what the rules are, what is expected, etc. I’m also bi, which makes things a lot more complicated, especially since after 12 years, I know what I’m looking for and what I’m not. I have traveled a lot and lived in several major cities and at least one smaller city, which is where I currently live. It’s also in the heart of the bible belt. I only recently moved back here, and while the area has drastically improved, I was certain that I’d never find a full-swap bi couple looking for a bi guy, let alone one that was my age, could host, and was attractive. Somehow the Lifestyle gods decided to cut me some slack, and after only a month, exactly this couple fell into my lap. (No pun intended.)

Confronting Big Mike [MF]

After my last encounter with Luis and Big Mike, I told my husband that I’ve been dying to reveal myself to Big Mike. My husband was very supportive with the whole thing. He warned me that if I did, it will open things up for him to want more.

Just thinking of the idea had me even more anxious to do it.

One day at work, I decided to go for it.

I had a pair of sunglasses that Big Mike left behind that day. I had it in my hand as I walked in the building and saw him at the front lobby of the building. It was perfect timing because he was by himself. Usually he is with a few other security guards.

I greeted him as usual and handed him his shades.

He had a confused look on his face. I had to tell him that he left those behind when he met us at Luis’ place.

Big Mike: That was you?!!

He had to cover his mouth to not sound too loud.

Me: Yes it was. And thank you for that.

College Voyeurism (mostly) [Str8](non threesome) [MFM] [anal] [exh] [Fsub] [mast] [oral] [voy] [sm]

I walked out the side door of the lecture hall, taking a deep breath of the cool night air, glad class was finally over. I slid my phone out of my pocket and dialed Mary, we usually usually grab some pizza together just before the dining hall closed. When it rang through to voicemail, I turned back towards our dorm. “Hey Mary, it’s Jim. Just got out of class, I’m gonna pop by if you want to grab a slice.” Probably forgot to switch it back on after class, I figured, not unusual for her. Luckily, she lived on the first floor of the dorm, and it was easy enough to knock on her window. It was shut tonight, with the shade down, now that things had cooled off. It must be nice living on the ground floor, I was in the same building, and even in the middle of winter my sixth floor room was always sweltering.

I was about to knock on the glass when I noticed a shadow cast over it by the lamp, “Holy shit!” I whispered. There was no mistaking what was going on. Mary was bent over, her plumo ass bent over the side of the bed, while her big tits hung down, a guy hammering her hard from behind. Even through the glass I could hear her muffled screams.

My Grocery Shopping Took A Very Orgasmic Turn of Events [MF]

So let me tell you a little story, about an incredible experience I had last Saturday. First a bit about me. I am an average looking mid-30’s, mid-level business manager. Around 5’10, 175lbs, not fat, but not super muscular. Blue eyes, short brown hair, clean shaven. Basically a dime a dozen, nothing special, suburban guy. I’m a single dad of two pre-teens, holding down my career and trying to raise my kids, which doesn’t leave a lot of time for friends and relationships. Heck it doesn’t leave a lot of time for much of anything. So, every other Saturday, when the kids are with their mom, I go do my grocery shopping for the next couple of weeks.

This was one of those Saturdays. After dropping the kids off, I headed over to my local Costco store. It was around 11:15am, and I was running a bit behind, as I usually like to get there right as they open to avoid the crazy Saturday crowds. Since I was already running behind, I decided to stop at Chipotle in the parking lot before going into Costco. At least then I wouldn’t go shopping hungry, which is always a really bad idea.

I’ll Never Look At Butter The Same Way Again

So let me tell you a little story, about an incredible experience I had last Saturday. First a bit about me. I am an average looking mid-30’s, mid-level business manager. Around 5’10, 175lbs, not fat, but not super muscular. Blue eyes, short brown hair, clean shaven. Basically a dime a dozen, nothing special, suburban guy. I’m a single dad of two pre-teens, holding down my career and trying to raise my kids, which doesn’t leave a lot of time for friends and relationships. Heck it doesn’t leave a lot of time for much of anything. So, every other Saturday, when the kids are with their mom, I go do my grocery shopping for the next couple of weeks.

This was one of those Saturdays. After dropping the kids off, I headed over to my local Costco store. It was around 11:15am, and I was running a bit behind, as I usually like to get there right as they open to avoid the crazy Saturday crowds. Since I was already running behind, I decided to stop at Chipotle in the parking lot before going into Costco. At least then I wouldn’t go shopping hungry, which is always a really bad idea.

My bragging story. Three girls, three countries, 24 hours. [MF] Part 3

Part 3 [part 1 and 2 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6lxqei/my_bragging_story_three_girls_three_countries_24/)

I got a text from Isabella just about when I was boarding the plane to Stockholm. It had directions on what train and metro to take to get to her. She even wrote the departure times. She would meet me on the platform near her dorm and escort me to her place. The plane, train and metro took about 2 hours. I arrived at the platform at precisely 18:22 as the itinerary said I would, and almost ran Bella down when I jumped out of the metro. She is a petite little thing. 167cm, around 50 kg with small B boobs. Dark hair and dark eyes. Such a pretty face. We hugged and exchanged pleasantries. We talked to much on the way to her dorm that I did not notice the surrounding area or how to get to the metro from her place. I would be in trouble if things went sideways.

My bragging story. Three girls, three countries, 24 hours. [MF] Parts 1 and 2

This true story might take a while to get through as it involves three girls, three countries and happens all in 24 hours.
English is also my 4th language, so please ignore all grammar errors.

Hi, I am me and this is the story of the day of the three.

I survived an almost fatal accident in 2003, with only a scratch, and also I survived a terrible disease that I had in 2003 and 2004. I was on the top of my world and was hating life. I felt invincible but really wanted to get hurt by someone, to feel real. People were pampering me because of what I had been through. It´s funny what you can get away with when people feel sorry for you. I also noticed that I was getting a lot of almost “motherly” attention from girls. I could wrap most of them around my finger, if they knew my story.

Primal Passion With a Team Lead at Target [MF]

There was a short period where I was in between jobs in my career field for so long that I decided I should just pick up whatever I could get to make ends meet. That lead me to applying to work at Target as part of the flow team – basically the team that stocks the shelves in the morning with items from the morning truck. I felt naturally inclined to try to get more hours in any way I could so I ended up getting trained in as many different work areas as possible. This led to me getting to work with and know pretty much all of the other workers, leads, and higher-ups at my particular Target at the time. I started becoming pretty content with my work, especially when I was promoted to “key” in-stocks team member. This is something that I, later on, realized just meant that I would be the one to count inventory whenever they needed only one person for the task. Nevertheless, it felt good and it seemed like I was on a trajectory to being a team lead especially since I was pushing for and being given responsibilities for tasks in other areas. That is a not-so-interesting story for another day, though.

The Adventures of Rina – A Star Wars Porn – Chapter 3: In which things go very badly for Rina [rape] [MF] [aliens] [humiliation] [mild torture] [bdsm]

### General Disclaimer ###

I don’t own Star Wars. George did and then he sold it to Mickey. I wasn’t involved in any of that. I have no rights at all to any Star Wars intellectual property. This story is either legal under parody laws or it violates Mickey’s IP and if that’s the case I have a message for Mickey: I don’t have money so suing me won’t do any good.

The following story is filled with graphic descriptions of sex. It is pornography. If you don’t want to read that or it is illegal for you to read porn in your jurisdiction then I’d suggest you stop reading now.

Virtually every single character in this story is a highly attractive bisexual with a high libido and no inhibitions to speak of and a willingness to hop into bed with just about anyone because it’s porn that’s the way porn is.