Tag: Straight

My First [MFM] Threesome – With My Boyfriend and My Ex

Lucky me finally got to check another box off my list last night: my first threesome, and boy was it one HELL of a night. Lots of fucking, double blowjobs, getting eaten out, and pegging. So strap in and get ready for a ride.

Some background: me [22F] and my boyfriend [23M] have recently been deemed the “sexy swingers couple” around our group of friends. Knowledge of my sluttiness has been passed from guy to guy, and us joking about it constantly probably doesn’t help my reputation much… Not like I want it to, honestly. We’ve become pretty comfortable with the idea of bringing someone into the bedroom, and we spent a lot of time looking for “the one.”

One person that came under our flirty radar was Anthony. Anthony was my ex-boyfriend from high school. We had dated before we even knew how to have sex, really, and after the breakup, we didn’t see each other for five years. Then, one night when hanging out at a high school friend’s house, bam. He walks right in. Read more »

[MF] The first girl from the restaurant

Some of you may have read my last story – the one with Suz. Well, despite us having dated for a few years, things only lasted a a couple more months after the events in that story. With both of us studying hard for exams, we had been taking less and less time to chat in the evenings, leading to the realisation that we weren’t actually that bothered by it. That coupled with the fact that I would be heading to uni soon (in the same country as Suz) I think it dawned on us both that neither of us really needed the other any more. We parted ways painfully, but amicably. The relationship had run its course, and whilst that hurt, we both knew it.

 

So by the summer I was single, and I had a couple of months to kill until heading to uni. I spent a good amount of this time working in a restaurant. I had already worked there a few years doing weekends just for a bit of spending money. The pay was okay but not great, and the restaurant, whilst being pretty high-end, could have been managed much better. It was always clean, and the food was great, but the pressure of the work environment was pretty intense. What made it better was the staff. I honestly got on amazingly with everyone who worked there, full-time and part-time alike. Read more »

[FM] Booty call the second (welllll, third): ‘Im bit drunk. SNt to make out’

I’ll be real with you. I didn’t think I was going to hear from Beardy Tattooey McHunk again after our [last encounter](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5r7cit/fm_had_my_first_booty_call_is_it_still_a_booty/). He’s notoriously bad at communication. Reads messages (thanks, read receipts, you assholes), but doesn’t respond to them. Doesn’t usually contact me first. That sort of thing. So little faith did I have in our hunky friend, that I kind of accepted another offer, and maybe sort of did some stuff with a tradie (that I’ve since repeated. What am I doing?! That’s a story for another day, I think…).

But, lo! A message on Monday night asking me what I’m doing?! It was in garbled drunk-type, but still. I said I’d just had some dinner but wasn’t really doing anything. What was he up to? ‘Im bit drunk. SNt to make out’ was the reply I got. After laughing my butt off for a few seconds, I did what any self-respecting lady would do in a situation such as this and replied, ‘Sure ;) Can you give me twenty minutes though?’ Turns out he was in the city watching some American sportsball thing with his friends (I know it was the Super Bowl, don’t hate on me) and had been drinking all day. He poured himself into a taxi and made his way over, while I hopped in the shower and made myself somewhat presentable. I’d just finished making my bed when he knocked on the door. Read more »

Bedtime Story…a delicious blow job encounter

I was in the middle of a dull movie, with a half-eaten chicken and veggie stir-fry in a bowl on my coffee table. An empty wine glass resided next to it.

My phone chimed on the cushion by my foot with the arrival of a new text message.

“Hi! I’m almost home. I had a shitty day and I’m gonna crash.” It was from my boyfriend Nick.

I paused before writing back a “goodnight” message. I was hoping he would come over after work. Thoughts of his cock in my mouth had kept me pre-occupied at work for most of the day.

I replied instead with “May I come over, give you a blow job, and tuck you in?”

I pulled into his driveway fifteen minutes later, knowing I was going to be late arriving back at my place and getting sleep for tomorrow, but he had been so stressed lately that I wanted to help alleviate some of it.

It wasn’t a completely selfless act. I desired his cock like I craved cherry pie from the bakery below my apartment. I took pleasure from sticky things slipping down my throat. I loved getting my hands wet with his pre-cum mixed with my saliva. Read more »

Lunch time stress relief.[MF]

“Hey, take your lunch at one.”

Her message read exactly like the command it was. As I read it I could even hear her tone of voice, and imagine the unimpressed expression on her face as she made the decision that she wanted my attention.

“You got it babe.” I write back. After I send the message, I question why I even wrote “babe,” as she’s clearly not in that kind of mood.

“Good” is her only response.

The next couple hours at work take forever. Excitement and anxiety sneak in to all my tasks. Excitement that she’s clearly thought about me and decided she wants the attention. The anxiety is not even really rational, just inevitable. I absolutely love when she does this, but it does always come with that “what if she does not like it?” thought. Read more »

“HELP ME!” or “The Cam Girl”

By Jada Fire

Part 1

Harold Sidlowski lived a dull life. Almost every waking moment was engaged in some sort of commerce or electronic entertainment. He shared the pasty pallor of the invalid, the pedophile and the jailbird, despite being mostly harmless.

His daylight hours were spent shifting fields of data from one theoretical container to another in an endless litany of database migrations. He dealt with systems that were too convoluted and old even for the Artificial Intelligences to figure out and often spent hours simply retyping information from ancient systems. He was a button pusher, a computer monkey. George Jetson with an anxiety complex and no family.

His job was so fundamentally uninteresting, that even when friends and relatives that were tempted to ask what he did, he couldn’t tell them. If he did, they soon regretted it as they were bored into submission by the minutia of data migration. Given this clear cut feedback, Harold took to inventing job titles for himself like, “Compu Knave” and “DSL Mage”, when queried about his occupation. At least then he could tell them interesting stories. Read more »

[FM] The last time we fucked (m25, f22) [long]

I should had said no. They told me that he doesn’t deserve me. He told me himself that I’m too good for him. I don’t care though, I want him.

When I try to be strong and remember the ways he hurt me, my mind strays back to those rare, tender moments… meeting me with a wolfish grin at the door, pulling me closer to him at night, the sickly sweet pet names whispered straight into my ear. Those long nights crying into my pillow seem so distant, tears so dry.

I shake myself mentally and focus on the now, focus on the fact that we’re lying on his bed, staring into his eyes. They soften around me, harden when he’s scared. That’s why he pushed me away, I tell myself, he was scared. His voice brings me back, ‘I missed you’, he whispers.

My heart drops, then leaps. I don’t know what to say. I don’t. His hands reach towards me, and his eyes stay soft. I want that look to be mine, and mine only. His hand reaches out and I desperately need him to touch me, he brushes an imaginary hair out of my eyes and I’m gone. I’m his and he knows it. Read more »

[Bi] Twelve (Part 2/2) [long] [nc/reluc] (bdsm) (exh) (drugs) (buk) […]

*Note on tags:* See note on tags in part 1/2, link in comments.

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## Sister Eva

Eva sat in the quiet hum and bright lights of the farm room, looking out over the large crop of blue flax flowers, barely even noticing as Sister Shannon snuck up on her.

“What’cha doin’?” Sister Shannon said with a smile as she planted herself on the bench next to her. “Watchin’ grass grow?”

“Flax, actually.” Eva corrected her. “And I guess, yeah.”

“Sounds excitin’, can I get in on that?” Sister Shannon asked with a grin.

“Well, it’s not really.” Eva admitted. “I was just taking a breather.”

“I know it’s not, stupid.” Sister Shannon laughed. “Farmin’ hard work then?”

Eva shook her head. “Not really. These fields are basically fully automated.”

“Really?” she said, looking out over the crops. “So what do you do all day?”

Eva shrugged.

“Sounds excitin’.” Sister Shannon suggested airily. “I got some cookies from Lexie and some toys from Zoe, want to get high and fuck instead?”

“What kind of toys?” Eva asked, finally turning to Sister Shannon to discover her naked, holding up a two-pronged strap-on and a pair of large cookies. “Oh my.” Read more »

Learning to have my ass used [FM] [Anal] [Long]

I was told to write my side of the true story of two perverts spending the weekend together. You can find /u/butithrewheraway side of things on here somewhere. I’m sure there will be more.

Here’s the tale of how I got my ass properly fucked for the first time…

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We had gotten home from the bar fairly early and he startled me as I came out of the bathroom, looming right by the door.

“Go in the bedroom, take off your clothes. All of them. When I get in there I want you on your knees and fucking your vibrator. Do you understand?”

His low voice in my ear gave me a shiver from head to toe and my brain stuttered, but I knew if I was going to be a good girl I had to answer quickly and completely.

“Yes, I understand” I said, feeling my breath catch. When he had left for work, he had mentioned this idea already. He had said that’s how he wanted to find me when he got home, but I was still trying to figure out how much follow-through these desires had, or if they were just fantasies to get him through the day. That morning he had told me he wanted to find me on the bed waiting for him like that, and that he was going to fuck my ass. Read more »

Saffron and Sapphires [MF]

This is my first story, written on a whim, whittled down and edited two or three times. Comments and criticism are extremely appreciated. Docs link [here](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GljjoA5v7Kfhb6CjHWYUuo-vmzdP8VNsf4-Ou0d5vQI/edit?usp=sharing) for comments. Edit: formatting.

**Saffron and Sapphires**

**I.** Read more »