So, this happened about twelve years ago. I was 20 and she was 18. To give you an idea, I’m 6 feet tall, 190lbs, brown hair, build of a hockey player, but not ripped or anything. She was right at 5 feet on a good day, 100 lbs, shoulder length brunette, tight stomach, small B cup, and a thick ass that stuck out perfect. That ass of hers is still in my spank bank, each cheek a perfect handful. Her name was Tabitha. Her and one of my best friends since we were five had been together for four years. The problem with Jeff was that he was insanely jealous. All the time. If a guy looked at her, talked to her, glared in her direction, it would ruin his night. He trusted me around her and he had no reason not to. I wasn’t going to fuck my best friends girlfriend, no matter how hot she was. Until something happened one night.
Tag: Straight
After The Work-Out… [Straight] [Light BDSM] [MF]
Every week was always similar, but never the same. She’d go to work. So would I. I’d go to the gym. So would she. But she’d go to kick-boxing class for 7, whereas I’d save my energy by doing an easy 400-metre lap in the swimming pool. I’d be done before her, get dressed and meet her in the now-abandoned classrooms at the back of the leisure centre. Our tryst room.
Once inside, I’d throw down my kit-bag, and wait, fully dressed for the approaching foot-steps. As sure as sunrise they would quickly arrive. Tentative, and a soft, I’d hear the squeaking of trainers approach. As they neared. I’d tense, getting ready, and as soon as the door opened, despite my urges to just *pin* her to the wall, I’d always stop just shy to marvel at her beauty: sweat-drenched body, that musky smell, hair tied into a neat bun, breathing heavily, bruised legs from the training session, garish purple shorts, yet, every bit, *the*, most irresistible girl, in this whole damn facility. With my body inches away from hers, and holding on to her sticky arms, I’d take a deep breathe, inhale her scent, as she tensed, eased, and allowed my lips to softly kiss hers. My index finger supporting her chin whilst she’d stare into my eyes, and we’ve kiss again. This time hard. With passion. Her hands coddling the back of my head and neck, as I intertwined my fingers with hers, pressing her arms out wide and into the wall.
After The Work-Out… [Straight] [Light BDSM] [MF]
Every week was always similar, but never the same. She’d go to work. So would I. I’d go to the gym. So would she. But she’d go to kick-boxing class for 7, whereas I’d save my energy by doing an easy 400-metre lap in the swimming pool. I’d be done before her, get dressed and meet her in the now-abandoned classrooms at the back of the leisure centre. Our tryst room.
Once inside, I’d throw down my kit-bag, and wait, fully dressed for the approaching foot-steps. As sure as sunrise they would quickly arrive. Tentative, and a soft, I’d hear the squeaking of trainers approach. As they neared. I’d tense, getting ready, and as soon as the door opened, despite my urges to just *pin* her to the wall, I’d always stop just shy to marvel at her beauty: sweat-drenched body, that musky smell, hair tied into a neat bun, breathing heavily, bruised legs from the training session, garish purple shorts, yet, every bit, *the*, most irresistible girl, in this whole damn facility. With my body inches away from hers, and holding on to her sticky arms, I’d take a deep breathe, inhale her scent, as she tensed, eased, and allowed my lips to softly kiss hers. My index finger supporting her chin whilst she’d stare into my eyes, and we’ve kiss again. This time hard. With passion. Her hands coddling the back of my head and neck, as I intertwined my fingers with hers, pressing her arms out wide and into the wall.
My [F]irst Big Dick
Alright, so let me relay what went down. My friends Alice and Kaley were coming up for the weekend to stay with me. We had this plan since two weeks ago, and I was really excited. I haven’t seen either of them in like 5 months and the three of us haven’t been together in nearly a year. I was super excited to see them and show them my new place. I knew they were partly coming up to cheer me up over my break-up with Zack, but I didn’t want to make it about that.
Anyway, Alice and Kaley got in around dinner time and I had made a reservation at this great Thai place. It was super, super good and over dessert we talked about what we would do next. I thought maybe we could go home and watch a movie, but both of them we’re really itching to go dancing, to go to a club or something. I suggested Damon’s, which is probably the best club in town. They were down and we headed there right after dinner.
Thank You, Professor
He writes…
“I loved your Hamilton’s piece. I’ve attached a photo and my master’s thesis about Emily Dickinson’s use of the dash. If you find it smart enough, go to Alderman Old Stacks Level 1 at 3:30 and find the carrel with Emily Dickinson’s Wild Nights: Selected Poems. Sit staring straight ahead with your feet on the floor and your palms on the desk. Don’t touch the collection till I cum to you. And, don’t wear any panties.”
It’s 3:40, and as I stare straight ahead, I occasionally let my eyes look at the book cover. I really love how the blue sky and fuchsia clouds create a pleasant contrast. And, I really like the black and white image of Emily Dickinson. Until now, I did not really know what she looked like…
At 3:45, a man moves behind my wooden, hard chair and tells me not to turn around. He hands me a bag over my right shoulder and tells me to open it. In the bag, was another clear, sealed bag with a small, purple pleasure orb. He tells me to unseal the bag and give him the orb. He then tells me to stand and lean over the desk. He tells me to turn to Wild Nights and recite it till I cum.
Tense Massage from Uncle [mfm, oral, consensual, Long]
As Hailey pulled into the driveway she noticed her Uncle John’s car was parked out front but her mother’s car wasn’t there. A mischievous grin crossed her face as she thought about what she should do. After she turned 18 her mother decided to remarry, she married a man named Jason who was in his early 40’s. She didn’t really understand why but she loved to tease him, she wasn’t particularly interested in him but he wasn’t at all bad looking so she decided to have some fun with her new “daddy.”
As she walked into the living room with her hands behind her back she thrust her chest out hoping to catch the eyes of her step-father. As they looked up she said “Hey Daddy, hey uncle John. Where’s mom at?” in the most innocent voice she could use. Jason looked up from the game and couldn’t help but stare a bit at his Step-Daughter. She had just finished volley ball practice and hadn’t changed out of her uniform yet. He tried his best hide his glances as he saw how her uniform clung to her body showing off her sexy figure. “Hey Hailey, she got called into work late. She probably won’t be home till morning. Why didn’t you change out of your uniform at school?” Hailey could feel his eyes roam over her and she loved the attention. “I didn’t feel like changing there, why? You don’t like my uniform?” Hailey said. John was a little shocked by her question and didn’t know what to say, she had been like this ever since he married her mother. Suddenly John spoke up “I don’t know about your step daddy but I sure don’t mind it” laughing as he tried to give his brother a moment to recover.
When I went with my boyfriends dad. (f)
So this story is one i haven’t told too many people, because in all honesty it’s one i like to keep to myself, or to my own “wank bank.”
but since you’re all such good boys i thought i’ll share it with you to add yours.
i’ll call it “my boyfriend’s dad.” this goes back to when i was with my first real boyfriend around 15ish. my boyfriend at the time had a dad who was one of the biggest flirts i’ve ever met.
bigger than i am. yes, hard to believe. but anyway, he was a womanizer in all respects, even down to shamelessly hitting on my own mother. regardless, i liked him as i found him fun and he was quite a dilf.
one night my boyfriend and i were heavily fooling around in his bedroom while his dad was out. my top was off, panties were well on their way to being off and i was on top of him. he was grabbing my tits and playing with them when BOOM,
because we’d be busy we didn’t hear his dad walk in. (whoever thought of knocking!!) we all froze and his dad continued conversation as i was in two minds of what to do. “do i cover up or do i like the fact that he’s staring at my tits?”
Out [mm]
His stomach was a mix of excitement and fear, and it was impossible to untangle the two. There was a good showing of people out tonight. Smoke, alcohol and high pitched laughter wafting around through the air. The light turned green and he stepped out with the waiting crowd off the curb to cross the street. Part of them, but apart. His hands and feet were buzzing. Am I really doing this? He looked eagerly at each person who walked past him, trying to tease out their secrets in a glance. What’s YOUR story? Because he was sure that everyone had one.
This was it. Hand on the cold door handle, the pit of his stomach dropped to his feet. I am walking into a gay bar. I can do this. This is who I am. One deep breath and he pulled door open and stepped inside. There was the usual clinking and chatter going on like any bar anywhere, and there were both men and women. There were so many more men though, cute men. Did I really just think that to myself without freaking the hell out?… Yes, lots of cute men. After he got past the smell of beer and transient smoke from outside, he could smell that the room was full of men too. It made him giddy.
Lesbian Throwdown – What I Did To Katie Next… [F/F]
So I posted the first part of what I hope will become a sexual saga a couple of weeks ago, detailing how I first met and had mind-blowing sex with Katie, the wife of a work colleague. Here’s the link:
First and Best Encounter… More to Come [F/F] from gonewildstories
Katie gave me the best orgasm I’d ever had, and I’ve been thinking about it ever since. We had arranged to meet for dinner and cinema at the weekend, and I’ve been obsessing over how to give her the fuck of her life. Many lovely Redditors sent me ideas for how to please Katie – thank you all who sent me nudes and/or suggestions.
You made me very happy!
Ok, so… Katie.
What can I say about Katie? She’s fucking incredible. Beautiful, sexy, funny. Awesome body, dirty mind. A perfect angel in the company of others, but a total demon in private. The best I’ve had, by far.
And me? I’m 26, athletic, and not too bad looking myself. Small but shapely tits, long legs, great ass. A little bit scruffy looking I guess, but hopefully in a good way.
O[f]fering Myself to my Husband [F/M]
This story is barely worthy of inclusion among the sexual adventures that typically get shared on this page, but it matters to me and I imagine there are plenty of people in the same sort of situation who might resonate with it.
What sort of situation is that?
A complacent marriage.
It’s not in decline, but it’s not ascending to new heights either. He’s not a bad husband, but he is too exhausted by work to be an especially attentive one. I am not a hopeless wife, but I get so little time with him that it is hard to build up the sort of connection that allows one be vulnerable. So instead we are partners, who keep a house and a family running pretty well and who try not to think too much about the existential questions about passion and purpose. We have sex still, but it is perfunctory and predictable.
I don’t know when things changed for me. It might have been when I realised I had not orgasmed with my husband in over a year. It might have just been a threshold of boredom was breached and this suburban housewife started to use lust as an outlet. Regardless, sometime this spring I found myself masturbating more, becoming interested in porn, and then in time fantasising about my yoga teacher.