Laundry Day Surprise. (Repost from 2? years ago)[M&W]

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Laundry Day…

Saturday morning… close to noon, still tired from staying up too late the night before. I get some coffee started then head back to the other end of the house to grab some laundry for the wash.

It’s a beautiful spring day, really warm outside so I pull some windows and the door open, with just the screens on to keep the bugs out.

I live on a quiet street in the suburbs, and mine is the last house before a few empty lots, so I get zero foot traffic. I don’t even think twice about traipsing about the house in my boxers.

I’m 28 years old, about six foot tall, a little too thin but muscular and wiry from working construction all year. I think that I’m considered attractive despite my hawkish nose. I have long hair and about 3 days of facial growth. I need to shave, but don’t much care too. If I have an attribute that stands out, women often tell me that I have nice hands.

[MF] s[ex]y time with an old fling [kink][anal]

Still reeling from what just happened last night. I’m not all that GoneWild as of late but this one goes down as one of my favorites for sure.

Ok, so a bit of a backstory. My ex [Page] and I were together for over a year and a half. The sex was fairly good and frequent which we both enjoyed. She had a fairly kinky mindset which rivaled mine so when we weren’t fucking like rabbits like most nights, we collected and used bondage stuff often in our sessions. She sports a Betty Page look with jet black hair down to her mid back but she’s more on the curvy side than thin. Perfect!

Sadly, we broke up over some major life choices that had us both going in different direction. Financially I’m good, while she spends money faster than she can make. I have to be near my elderly retired parents to take care of them now and then. Page however, wants us to move 2 hours away near her family and teenage kids (long story with her rich ex). The separation was mutual but bitter for the first few months. Eventually its water under the bridge

The Best Friends Boyfriend (part 2) (MF)

It had been weeks since the incident, 5 weeks 3 days almost exactly in fact, and she had been avoiding him like the plague. She had made excuses not to go to Sam’s at first, but it was getting to a point where Sam was starting to ask if she had done something, so Fliss had had to go back to their usual arrangement, but she made sure to not be left alone with him at all. The first time he’d answered the door to her he had looked right at her and just smiled, and god her pussy had spasmed half way to orgasm right there on the doorstep. But the fact remained, he was still with Sam, he hadn’t tried to call, or text, so it was one night, one stupid mistake, and he had clearly drawn a line under it, and so should she.

She woke up at Sam’s and rolled over, next to her on the bed was a note. It was from Sam, stating that she had been called in to some meeting or something and would be back after lunch. Fliss groaned, there was no way she’d get out of this house without waking him, she needed a shower and some breakfast as she was off to work. She ran through a couple of casual conversations in her head. She sounded stupid in every single one.

[MF] Plumbing the Depths (male dominant)

Carolyn woke up late thanks to a last minute rush to get a paper written for her morning class. She figured since it was the class that had kept her up until 4am she didn’t need to go. The paper had been turned in online last night and she’d given this morning over to decadence.

When she finally flipped her covers over and sat up into the cool air it was almost noon. She brushed her hair and threw on some comfy flannel lounge clothes before stepping out into the common area she shared with Helena. Carolyn though Helena had classes at 1 and so should be leaving soon for a couple hours. Time enough for a shower and maybe some play time. She felt a familiar tingle start to grow in her gut.

“Bitch, you almost slept all day,” Helena called brightly as she saw Carolyn. She gave Carolyn a good morning hug and peck on the cheek. “Paper kept you up, huh? I got to scoot. University Housing finally sent a guy around to fix the disposal.” Helena looked over her shoulder towards the kitchen and then mouthed silently, “He’s *cuuuuute*.”

A threesome out of nowhere. [FFM] Warning: long

I wrote about this a long time ago. I thought I’d repost it for those that weren’t browsing this sub back when I first posted it.

I’ve had the good fortune of a few threesomes, but this was my first. It happened back in my university days.

I was about 23 at the time. I was out at the bar with two of my buddies. Had a good night, drank far too much, and were headed home. We took the magic bus (a free booze bus), which dropped us off down the street from my place.

As we walked down to my apartment, a cab pulled into a driveways right as we passed. Two young girls got out of the cab, clearly drunk. I called out “hey,” and they said hi back.

On a whim, I asked, “Want to come over and smoke a joint?”

To the surprise of me and my friends, they said “Sure” without hesitation, and came down the driveway to meet us.

It was dark, so it was only when they actually got within a few feet that I could really see them. One was very pretty. She looked like she might be half latino. Dark, raven black hair and big brown eyes. She was fit, but had great curves.

I Can Make Myself Come Just By Thinking About It [F]

I’ve always been extremely sensitive, and most of the time it’s kind of a drag. I can’t wear tight-fitting clothes, and a lot of things (scarves, having my hair tied back, bracelets) are just too uncomfortable for me. But being so sensitive does have its advantages. One is that I can make myself come without any external stimulation.

I can do it while sitting or lying down. I’ve never done it while standing, but I think I could in the right circumstances. I press my legs together and think about something that turns me on. Usually that’s the last time I was with my boyfriend. As soon as I start getting turned on, I start thinking about the sensations themselves, and intensifying them so that they get stronger and stronger. Once I’ve gotten started it’s not so hard to keep it going. Usually it only takes a couple of minutes.

Sometimes I do it in public, if I’m bored. I take the train to work, and if I see a particularly attractive stranger I can just cross my legs and lose myself in a fantasy. I’ve gotten very good at not reacting as I come – at keeping a straight face. It feels good to moan and move, but I also like the naughtiness of coming when I’m sitting right next to someone who has no idea what’s happening. The only downside is how wet I am afterwards!

Jerkins Sexual Hospital [Mf, Ff, MFf]

*I highly suggest you read the opening to the story, as it establishes a lot of important visuals, and helps the story to make a tiny bit of sense(which I think is important in a fantasy). If, however, you wish to skip straight to the action, scroll to the line with the big, bold beep.*

It was 8 o’clock on a Monday morning, and Claire Reed was getting ready for her first day at the hospital. She had done a few training modules on the hospital computers, but this was her first real day on the job. Wrapped in a towel from her morning shower, she took a moment to admire her new name tag.

“Nurse Reed,” she read aloud. In smaller text below was her full title, ‘Clarence Reed, RN.’ She had dreaded being called by her full first name here, as she always thought it sounded pretentious, but everyone here went by their last name. The two letters following her name made her nervous. *RN* Claire wasn’t a real nurse. She had never finished her nursing degree, but she knew enough. She figured she would be able to bs her way through the interview process of a place that calls itself a “sexual hospital” as long as she was really hot. She was.

[MF] The teacher who solidified my big boob fascination

I have quite a few stories from my youth that would be worth telling, but I’ll start with an event that firmly shaped my desire for thicker, curvy women. I apologize that this won’t have any proper sex in it, but it does contain sexy situations.

When I was a freshman in high school I had a science teacher who was known throughout the school for having an absolutely massive chest. She wasn’t petite and busty by any stretch of the imagination, but nor was she particularly large. I’d certainly classify her as a BBW, but she’d be right at home on a subreddit like gonewildcurvy.

She always wore this dark red lipstick and even though she generally fully covered her chest, her breasts were so prominent that there was no *real* way to hold them back from public view. As a straight boy going through puberty at that time it made for an interesting class. Let’s just say I exited every day with my books held in front of my crotch like a real smooth operator.

[MF] My best sex streak – Part 3

[Part One is here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5qc18s/mf_my_best_streak_of_sex_part_1/)

[Part Two is here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5qcn7i/mf_my_best_streak_of_sex_part_2/)

I made my way through the work day, trading emails with buddies asking about the date with Emily. I felt like a god telling them I had sex with 2 different women on back-to-back nights.

I heard a knock on my cube, and turned to see Jill standing there. She was letting me know that a bunch of people were grabbing drinks after work to celebrate a project finishing on-time. I wasn’t part of that team, but I figured the tab would be put on a company card, and I was 25 and always looking for a free drink.

Jill was a cute blonde, but nothing that got me overly excited. I saw her at the gym a few days a week, and she looked good in work out clothes. Her tits were average, and she had a flat ass. Really nice eyes, and a big smile. By no means ugly, but not a model. I never thought about fucking her.

Asleep on the train [Sleep play][Oral][F-Futa]

edit: changed perspective to make this more accessible. If you want the old version, second person pov, I’ll put a link in the comments

*A story I wrote a long time ago for an old friend. The characters are futa and female, but the futa stuff doesn’t really add that much. It’s easy to pretend it’s a man if you like. I also keep character descriptions very vague so if that’s important to you imagine them up now before starting :)*

“What’re those?” I ask my friend Sophie as she drops a couple tablets into her hand.

“Sleeping pills,” she says, “I just want to be asleep for the ride, and then wake up when it ends. This will give me 8 solid hours.”

I nod and watch her take the pills. We’re on a an early morning train in Rome, about to head to Paris. It’s usually a straight 12 hours but we got cheaper tickets by taking a longer trip. First we have this 8 hour train ride. Then we stop at a station and get off at a small town where the train company has provided us with a hotel to stay in for the day. The town is supposed to be nice anyway. Then take the night train to Paris, which is another 6 hour ride.