A few weeks after Stacy and I returned to school from our freshman year [spring break]( https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6bhdjg/spring_break_with_stacy_mf_ff_mff/), she started dating this guy named Mike. While I was happy that my best friend was happy, I was also very sad to lose my fuck buddy. Over the summer, I would talk to Stacy a lot, and she would always tell me about how great Mike was and that she was in love. When we got back to school in August, Stacy and Mike were inseparable. I wasn’t upset about losing a fuck buddy anymore. I was just sad to be losing my best friend. Of course, Mike was her boyfriend, so it made sense that she was spending a lot of time with him, but I was jealous. I used to be the one Stacy was always hanging out with. And it wasn’t just about the sex. We genuinely enjoyed each other’s company. I would be lying if I said I never had feelings for Stacy. I had them. But after she started dating Mike, I worked on getting over them. Now I just wanted my friend back.
Tag: Straight
Worshipping my best friend’s tits [MF]
One of my best friends growing up also happened to be a very hot, sexually open and fairly free-spirited young woman. We’ve talked about it since but for a whole lot of really dumb reasons, we never actually got together when we definitely should have. We had incredible chemistry. In many ways we still do even though we’ve both gone on to lead very separate lives. Every now and again we reminisce and this post is the output of one of those chats. I wanted to put down my memories of one or two favourites. These are the ones that come back to me in random daydreams or in feverish summertime sleeps. The best kind. The ones you spend ages battling to rekindle in your mind. The ones you never want to wake up from.
The scene: a weekend evening. And a hot one. Summertime I’m sure. So hot that I’d decided before heading over to hers that I would go commando. Plus it was quite clear from the messages we were sending that we were both really horny. I walked across the local park to get to her. Straight up to her room. Straight onto her bed. As always.
Experimented with my Fraternity little who is gay [MM]
This story is completely true and happened less than a year ago.
So I’m a straight, 20 year old male. I have a soft spot for sucking a big, hard, smooth dick though. Like when i’m on Adderall I can only get off on thinking of being blasted by a guys cum all over my body and in my mouth.
So story, and i know this is a fetish for some people so many will like this.
I’m in a fraternity that I won’t name on a big college campus. Well I have three little brothers, one of which is gay. We have always had a super casual relationship and nothing beyond brotherhood and friendship. Well one time, we both took a shit ton of adderall during finals and went for an all night study session in the library. We got a study room and it was just me and him, no windows. Now he has never shown any attraction to me whatsoever, but i just started having these weird fantasies about his dick for the reason i stated above.
Consequences Poker [Group]
I’m not a virgin. I dated a girl for almost a year near the end of high school, and we did start having sex near the end. It was wonderful in its own right, but we were both much less than experienced or talented, and only had sex a few times before we broke up and went our own ways. That was my only experience with anyone, and I’m now a sophomore in college.
My roommate Paul is the opposite. He was my roommate freshman year, too, and he became on of my only friends, as I’m rather shy and recluse. He’s a party animal, though, charismatic and attractive as all hell with sleek brown skin and rippling muscles, in contrast to my average face, dirty blond hair, and lanky physique. I’ve never asked about his ethnicity but I assume it’s varied. He gets laid all. The. Time. I try not to resent him for it, because he’s such an all around cool guy.
So it was that, a few weekends ago, I was listening to his latest conquest with only a modicum of seething envy. Apparently, he met a girl at a party, a self-avowed lesbian who, it turns out, was actually bisexual, and her girlfriend was too. The night ended with the three of them in a tangle of limbs, and him relaying me the tale the next morning.
[FM] He built me a pillow fort for our booty call.
“Come over.”
I hit send before I lose my nerve. I was horny, and it gets quite lonely living in an apartment all by myself.
Thirty minutes later, just as I was starting to lose hope, my phone buzzed.
“Woah. Demanding.”
Ten seconds later I get a follow-up message… “I wish I could. But I’m right in the middle of a project.” He’s a graphic designer. He works from home. Thus, still working at 9 pm on a Monday night.
I send the ubiquitous eggplant-tongue emoji combo.
Thirty seconds after that… “Well you could hide under my desk if you want. But that might make working kind of hard.”
“I like making things hard,” I shoot back, “See you in thirty minutes.”
Heart-eyes emoji comes back ten seconds later. Is that a yes or no?
“So you know I’m actually coming over, right?”
“You’re fun. I’m making you a pillow fort.”
Game on. I hop in the shower quickly before making the five-minute drive in yoga pants and an oversized sweatshirt with only a little bralette underneath.
[MM] A really hot day, a cliche situation and a gentle man
I really want to share what I experienced this week-
I’m 25, average-strong body, tanned, imp face, quick mouth
Waiting in my sister’s for handyman to come and fix a boiler – she’s in vacation.
Extremely hot temperature, so I’m staying reading and smoking under the shade over the balcony – shorts and lemonade.
Handyman arrives; 40ish, nice body, angry for some reason, short in words. Starts working in no time, and I offer beer and conversation.
He does not talk much while doing the thing. I feel like I’m bothering him, so I go and keep reading outside. It’s a fucking hot day and I hate it.
10min later he calls from the terrace where the boiler is, work is done, he tells me to get closer to check it. I get closer and look where he is pointing, and I get so close I can smell him. My cock slightly rubs his hand by accident. It starts thinking by itself and gets semi.
It’s awkward and he did notice, I’m sure.
I sign the papers and he starts cleaning up his stuff.
Being His Slut [f]or the Weekend [m]
Hello you lovely, saucy folks! I got another story for you!
This happened a while back with /u/czernabog, but think you will all enjoy.
(PS. You heard it here first, but keep your eyes peeled for some new pics, courtesy of the man himself ;) )
This story takes place in a different city than where we live. We were going to a wedding, and weirdly enough, a funeral too, all in the same weekend. They happened to be in cities near each other, but required some extensive travel for us. We decided that, during our off-time, we were going to do a little role-playing, a la handsome-business-man-and
-his-escort style.
We finally arrived in our hotel, which was one of those fancy-ass places with a bar/club on the ground floor. We dropped our stuff off, discussing dinner plans and such. Then Czernabog started the show.
He came up behind me as I was looking out the window, and ran a finger up my tights and under my dress.
“You know I’m going to fuck you against that window tonight, right?”
I blushed. Nodded.
“Good. Now get on your knees.”
A crush on the mechanic [Mf][agegap][softcore]
My car needed serviced, and as I was struggling to take time off my busy job, I opted for an unknown nearby garage, a one-man band kinda place.
Went across to the garage on my lunchbreak, but there was no one about in the yard.
Hearing noises from within the building, I peeked under the half-open rollerdoor…
The smell of oil and metal made me nervous. What was I doing, I should have just stuck with my previous place, with it’s clean waiting area and nice reception lady.
“Hello, anyone there?” I called out into the dimmly-lit garage.
“Come in sweetheart, I’ll just be a moment” came a gentle voice.
I ducked under the rollerdoor and stepped inside. Directly in front was a ramp with a car on it and one on the ground beside it.
To the left was a small booth with a window, but there looked to be no one inside.
Trying to avoid the puddles in my suede work shoes I ventured further in and found the source of the gentle voice.
Avery’s night [group) (humiliation] [anal] [femdom] [submission] [creampie]
“ok avery you’ve got this” she said to herself looking into the mirror. Avery was preparing for her blind date in 30 minutes. Her sex life had been stagnant since her long term boyfriend had left her a year ago and she hadn’t been with a man since, she hadn’t really been with him much either in all the years they had dated they had only had sex three times. Finally her friend from work had goaded her into a blind date with someone she knew.
She was nervous as could be she had gone all out to prepare for this date. She had gone to the salon, went shopping for a dress, put on her nicest jewelry, everything to make a good impression. She was in a dark red silk dress that clung tight to her ample breast with a deep v going down in between her breasts fitting tight to her flat abs and flaring out with her ample ass, toned from years of squats, the fabric flowed down her beautiful long legs paired with red high heels. She was wearing a pearl necklace that ppaired nicely with her tan skin and blonde hair that reached down to her lower back. She picked up her phone and sent a text to her date, the only thing she knew about him was that his name was ayden “look or me I’ll be the tall girl in the red dress”
She left her rundown apartment and got into her 1995 towncar and headed to the restaurant they had agreed to go to, giamatti’s Italian kitchen, fine dining for a fine lady. She arrived early by about five minutes. Nervous and excited she wondered what type of man her date was, was he a tall suave businessman or maybe an artist! She had always had a soft spot for painters. In truth she was already a little wet at the prospect of seeing a man, she had always felt weird playing with herself and couldn’t do it and her drought was really weighing down on her mentally it was always so hard being 6’2 finding the right guy was a chore. The clock reached 7 and her date hadn’t arrived yet. She looked around the room and only saw an older couple in the corner. The door opened and she excitedly looked with her crystal smile that makes any man in the vicinity have a heart flutter, and then her face dropped. It couldn’t be him. It was a 5’6 120 pound man. He had a bad spout of acne on his face filled with white heads wearing cargo pants and a phedora. But to her dismay he laid eyes on her and smiled real wide with a goofy grin and walked over “hey avery right! Im ayden!” Avery mumbled a response already seething in her mind at Kathy for insulting her with this obvious virgin. He took a seat across the table and asked the waiter for a mountain dew. Avery promptly ordered an entire bottle of wine, to get through this dinner.
Ayden droned on and on about his video games and his katana collection as avery offered curt replies to the pimply manchild downing glass after glass of wine. Avery, 3/4th of the way through the bottle simply picked up the bottle and downed the rest. She looked up at him, still wearing that god awful phedora. She weighed her options on her mind on one hand she had no way of getting home drunk as she was and on the other she sure as hell wasn’t going to his house after. She came to a decision. She leaned forward her long beautiful blonde hair draping over the table and the cloth around her breasts falling forward giving a hint of what was underneath. “If you drive me home ill let you see my tits.”. pimpleton as she was now calling him in her head jolted and knocked over his glass of mountain dew. “ Absolutely!” Avery stood up shakily and meandered out of the restaurant, unsteady on her high heels. Pimpleton rushed out of the restaurant excited for his first pair of tits. She opened the door and had a controlled fall onto the bench seat up front as pimpleton turned the car on. Her head was laying ever close to his lap and she decided to tease him a bit as he drove her home. She brushed her hair to the side and brought her beautiful face and lay it sideways across his lap her mouth breathing drunkenly overy the spot on his lap where his cock lay. Her refined pink lips could feel the tip of his cock harden like a rock. She didn’t go any further the thought of touching the cock of a weakling like him discugusted her. The car pulled into her parking spot and she lazily got up took off her dress right in front of him she revealed her pink nipples on her perfect tits and her red thong. Pimpleton’s jaw dropped and he started unzipping his pants but all avery did was ask for the keys take off her heels and get out of the car. Pimpleton jumped out of the car. *click* the car door locked. “walk home” avery said and walked into her apartment. The pitiful pimpletons face dropped and he slowly walked off. Avery stumbled into her room and put on her bedtime tanktop that clung to her body and fell on her bed and looked up at the ceiling
“ god damnit god damnit god damnit!” “That fucking bitch” she expelled a stream of curses. Home at Friday night at 9 pm just as boring as her life had been for the past year, nothing had changed. Her face soured and she sulked for 2 hours stairing at the ceiling sobering up. “ I guess I’ll go for a drive” she muttered to no one in particular and got out of bed still in her red thong and tank top and wandered out the door and got in her car. Avery often went for drives when she was upset and it had taken a toll on her gas tank and her wallet.
She drove and drove , all her fantasizing earlier had gotten her horny and she had no release. She pulled into a parking lot leaned back and looked at the ceiling. she wanted to be used she wanted someone to take control she was tired of sobeing the lead she stayed that way for awhile before sitting up she looked in front of her and saw a rundown dive bar with half the lightbulbs working and had a thought. She looked in her back seat and saw her dry erase board and marker and smiled as she scribbled on the board. She opened her car door and stepped out of the car.
Her bare slightly pink feet on the pavement, her thong going right up between her firm cheeks dripping with juices and her white tanktop riding halfway up her abs marker and board in her hand. she walked into the dive bar. Every mans eye’s were on her and men started hooting and hollering. Yet she didn’t look at them. She walked towards the men’s bathroom and paused at the threshold bent over hands on her knees and a man spanked her ass. Her heart was pumping so loudly she thought it would explode, she was confident until this point she was so nervous she was shaking and her mind was racing “is this a good idea” “I know I want excitement in my life but This is….” But that tiny voice in the back of her head egged her on and pushed her through that door heart thumping she walked into the bathroom and for now no one followed. Her hands shaking and her legs wobbling she couldn’t believe she was doing this. This is crazy. Her nervous hands tried to prop up the sign but it kept falling over and over again but eventually she got it to stick. It said.
Rule 1: must use a condom.
Rule 2: my panties must stay on.
Rule 3: after cumming put a tally mark on my lower back.
Happy fucking<3
She walked towards the dirty toilet and her stomach lurched but her heart beat even faster and her pussy got wetter. The exhilaration! This was the craziest thing she had ever done but all it did was make her wetter the more she thought about it. . It had piss all over the seat. Drunken men can’t aim as it turns out. She straddled in front of the toilet her unblemished pink feet touching sticky yellow stains on the lenolium floor. She placed her hands on the backside of the toilet tank and her long straight hair drooped down onto the dirty floor still speckled with drops from whoever was in the bathroom before.
Free Use as Punishment 1.2: Jacob
[World Description.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6hqrpj/free_use_as_punishment_story_0_exposition/?st=J41IKCGE&sh=4f30dc7d)
Jacob was awoken by the sounds of action outside. He was sitting in front of his van-well, not his van, technically, his job’s-waiting for Lilliana’s court order.
“Hey! Mackerel! Wake up!” he called out to his partner, sleeping in shotgun. Mackerel, whose actual name was Mark, was a techy guy. For what job, though?
See, FUP devices are not a punishment by themselves. They would rely on an outside force, a civilian, to deliver the punishment. This means that the punishment is inconsistent, a big no no.
And so, FUP-Free Use Punishers-was formed. This division was built so that the government can ensure the target is sexually punished as intended. Jacob and Mackerel’s assignment was Lilliana.
Standard protocol required them to park outside the courthouse in which their target’s trial was taking place. This ensured that, if the sentence was an FUP device, the agents would be there immediately.
“Hey! Mackerel!” he slapped him, and fairly roughly. Mackerel was a shrimp, but he was good with tech, and most importantly-he wasn’t interested in carrying out the punishment. This meant that Jacob could be the one to do it, while he drove.