Club Ruin…The beginning [MF][long]

People often ask me how I came to own this place, a shrug and a chuckle is my usual reply. You see I don’t really remember. Scotch and cards probably had something to do with it. I just woke up one morning with the keys to club Ruin in my pocket.

It’s a, off the beaten path kind of place, blank industrial facade, it’s grey face covered in grime from all the commuters that slide past everyday in a hurry to make it through the rat race. One lone door stands sentry, next to a sign announcing my business.

I was not impressed, when I pulled my car up in the middle of the day. I had been hoping for glitz and glamour. A place where twenty-something’s spent their time and money searching for a night of ecstasy.This was not that place. No one would willingly want this place. Probably why it was now mine. I rubbed my forehead, trying to erase the sharpie word SUCKER that must have been put there last night.

Some much needed relie[f]…

It’s been more than a week since I last saw you, far longer than I’d like. I can’t sleep, I’m lying in bed restless, tossing and turning. My engorged pussy is throbbing as fantasies of you and our sex run through my head. It’s been a trying week, and I have energy to burn. It’s late, and I know you are asleep. I’ll have to take care of myself.

The weather has been overcast and muggy, my skin is already flushed and warm to the touch. I strip off my flimsy t-shirt, tossing it to the floor. My nipples harden, now exposed to the cool night air. I close my eyes and inhale slowly, remembering the feeling of your soft tongue, lightly grazing my nipples, knowing how sensitive they can be, lighting up every nerve ending in my body. My toes curl reflexively as I grasp my breasts, one in each hand. I squeeze firmly, pinching my nipples, mimicking the way you nibble at them, the way that turns me on so much and makes me whisper your name breathlessly. You love how petite I am, and yet I have natural D-cup breasts. You love how soft and supple they are, how perfectly they fit in your hands. The way my body responds to you when you suck on them, gently at first, swirling your tongue around my nipple, then more firmly, until you nip sharply at me, making me gasp and let out a little scream. You know I love that sensation, and will feel it for days after we part.

[Mf] Better Living Through Chemistry (pseudo-incest, dub-con, sleep play, age play)

It’s not my fault.

There’s just so much a man can resist. Only so much he can take before the pretense of civility shatters and a man is just a lusting beast.

I may not be the kind of guys you’d imagine to be over powered by physical needs. I work in the tech industry. I’m 41. I keep in decent shape but I’m not the kind of guy girls dream about at night. I’ve got a decent sense of humor and I’m pretty damn bright, but girls seem to want frat/jock assholes and I’ve never crushed a beer can on my forehead or raped a girl…

Fuck, that’s no longer true, is it?

I married Jen six years ago. I adore her and her daughter, Sheila. Jen’s my best friend and she was my best lover. Unfortunately she’s had some complications down there that have made sex painful for her. She still gives me handjobs and head, but we’re both busy with careers and a lot of the time I’m left to take care of business myself. It’s not so bad. I work remotely from home so it’s easy to throw on some porn and jack off during the day. Once Sheila’s out the door to school I have the house to myself until she gets back about 3.

[MF] The Voyeur by the Lake

“So, did you like the view?”

Surprised by the unexpected voice Nick started and then looked up at the young woman standing in the isle of the bus. Nick instantly recognized her, and his thoughts flashed back to a secret moment earlier in the afternoon.

The bus had picked up the group early that morning. They were all members of a singles activities club, and today the schedule sent the young men and women hiking up to a mountain lake. After several miles up narrow trails and steep stairs many of the hikers immediately jumped into the cold water. After lunch the group split up til three, when the descent was to begin.

As half the group returned to the water in the hot sun Nick started to hike around the lake. He’d made out most of the way around when he found a sunlit beach, nestled between old rock slides. Excited by the potential of a quick naked swim Nick had started towards the beach only to realize it was already occupied.

He’s The One (m/f – watching)

Juan Ravero stopped swimming as he approached the beach, glad to catch his breath as he floated in the sparkling blue water around him. He treaded water silently, studying the villa in front of him, its sprawling gardens reaching down to the scrubby edge of the beach. He let his legs sink until he could feel his toes on the sandy ridges of the sea floor, six feet below.

He waded slowly through the surf, shielding his eyes from the glare of the strong Adriatic sun until he stood on hot sand.
As he walked up the beach, leaving perfectly-outlined footprints in the wet sand, he reached behind his neck and squeezed the sea out of his black wavy hair. The salt water trickled over his shoulders, down his back and over a tanned, muscular chest, his wet swimming trunks flexing tight over round buttocks as he moved.

Migrant camp neighbor Part 2 (long) [MF]

This is part two of a long story.

Part one: 

Migrant camp neighbor Part 1 (long) [MF] from gonewildstories

 I’m a very visual person, so I like including pics that I feel closely resemble the girl, outfit, position, etc.  None are my own pics, I found them all on Reddit.

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So where do I pick back up….. I guess the next day.  That evening was when I got the next text from Ana.

The message just said “Hey neighbor!  Can I come over later?  I think you have something of mine.”

I said, “Sure Ana, come on over whenever.  I’ll be home at 6”

On my way home I stopped to get some beer and dinner.  I thought I should offer to make dinner, so I texted her and she was up for it.  She’ll be over around 7.  I got home, prepared one of the few really good recipes I know: homemade spaghetti and meatballs.  I’m not the fastest chef, so Ana showed up before dinner was ready.  She said that’s fine, she’s in no hurry.  

First time with BBC [MF] [IR]

This is a true story that I’ve written erotica style. I’m 27 now so it’s been four years since this happened, but I’ve written this as accurately as possible. Also I’m writing this on my android so I could only write so much before my thumbs gave out so if you want to hear more, please be patient with me lol. Please let me know what you think and thanks for reading!

I met him at a bar not far from home. He was already kind of drunk and as I later learned, that made him more aggressive than usual. He approached me first, sensing my shyness at my new surroundings. I was immediately drawn to his gorgeous dark skin, long dreaded hair, and charisma. He was taller than me by several inches, had a runners graceful, sinewy build, and seemed to just ooze sexuality.

I was wearing some cute jeans and a short pink dress that I had tied up on one side so that it pulled tight, revealing my cute waist, round bottom and large breasts, and I could tell that he was totally digging it. He kept telling me that I was absolutely juicy.

[MF] Quick and dirty wedding sex

This happened several years ago, but every time I see a wedding announcement on FB, I’m reminded of this night.

During the rehearsal dinner, I was paired up with the bridesmaid I had crushed on in college. Back then, I had been a fat engineering student, but after graduation I had found a gym. Now I was 27, 5’10”, and after a week of salad and the right light, I had a 6-pack.

Debbie commented on how much I had changed since school, but she was still the beautiful girl I remembered. She stood about 5’2″, with massive DD breasts, nice wide hips, and a very round butt. Some might think she was fat, but she still had a flat stomach. I joked that our friends, the bride and groom, paired us because we were the single ones, and they wanted a good story.

“Maybe we can give them one tomorrow night.”

The next day, the vibe of the day was making everyone have a good time. Debbie and I were flirting all day, and we both knew what was happening later. I just didn’t know when.

Showing her the best nightlife [mf]

While backpacking around New Zealand a few years ago, I took a temporary job working at an agency that helped other backpackers find work, somewhere to stay and things to do. With the constant flow of girls coming in, I thoroughly enjoyed flirting with the pretty ones, and the dirty-looking ones, with the occasional success.

One Friday evening, five minutes before we were due to close, two German girls came in looking for work and, more urgently, somewhere to stay that night. I pointed them in the direction of a local hostel and wished them luck. As they were leaving, the cutest of the two asked where was good to go for a few drinks. I offered to show them round the local nightspots, and we arranged to meet in a nearby pub.

[mff] What I learned about myself in a hotel room with 4 coeds.

This story takes place years ago. I was a sophomore in college(art student). I had always been shy, and was never very comfortable talking to women. Lucky for me, my senior year of high school, a very insistent girl asked to my girl friend and we dated until shortly before this story begins. I was newly single at that time, so on top of being shy, I had no recent practice flirting with women.

To make up for my lack of social comfort, I got a little weird. I had embraced thrift stores(velvet sport coats, torn jeans, etc.), and had shoulder length dread locks(I’m white). At odds with my fashion, I was also pretty athletic. I road a vintage road bike (which wasn’t really hip at the time) everywhere, instead of driving, I rode 40+miles per day. That and I climbed a lot at a pretty high level.

So I’m trying to say, I looked like a hippy art kid, but I was a pretty ripped little guy, and I had fairly low self esteem.

One of the art clubs I was in organized a trip to NYC for 3 days so we could visit galleries. The story begins as about 10 of us art kids jet off to the big city.