[MF] In The Car Again

Are we meeting up today? Send. I was hoping she’d respond soon. I’d been thinking about her for a couple days straight and I wanted to feel her again. After several minutes of anxiously checking my phone, the response came – Yes. I need it. I felt a warm rush to my groin at the thought.

The rest of the day dragged on. Hours of mundane office work seemed like more than I could endure. I was fidgety and couldn’t concentrate, not with the thought of her lips, her skin, her touch dominating my thoughts. Relieving myself in one of the bathroom stalls crossed my mind, but I thought better of it and decided to save myself for after work.

Finally four o’clock came. I wrapped up my work and left immediately. My body tingled with excitement as I drove to her office to pick her up. She was waiting outside when I arrived. She wore a white blouse and a black knee length skirt. Her bronze skin and raven black hair seemed to shine in the sun. She climbed into the passenger seat and my car was filled with her sweet perfume. I cradled her face and gave her a long hard kiss. My left hand moved to her stomach and the warmth of her body instantly aroused me.

A wonderful night with my wife. (m/f) (anal) (cumplay)

A couple of weeks ago i had an idea for a wonderful sexy night with my wife.

The idea is I picked out a set of clothes for my wife, a tight shirt (no bra) that leaves her belly uncovered, a university sweater that just covers the uppermost part of her ass, a sexy thong that makes me hard in one sec and black socks that go up well above the knee. We agreed that this weekend she’ll pick a moment, take a shower so her hair is a little bit wet, she’ll put on the outfit and from that point on she’s mine for 2 hours. I get to call all the shots and she listens. My wife hasn’t said as much but she likes it when I take charge, so for those 2 hours she does what I say and she’s there to please me.

I’m doing this in reverse–a lovely symbolism because he did finish doggy-style [F/M]

I’ve showered and changed the sheets, and hours later I can feel where he’s been.
***
I’m looking over a pillow at Bilal, He preens and I understand it. He seriously considers sending his beloved car in his stead to social occassions, he’s figured out sexy sounding exercises, likes his apartment, his clothes, and gets fussy when I touch his hair. This guy might fall asleep looking in a mirror.
Bilal mentions a woman he was dating. “I don’t want those things. I love my father, my family. I’m selfish. I don’t want to worry about anyone. I mean I love my family and friends.”

“Yes! You’re selfish! And vain!” He laughs, and days later it pings I didn’t need to be the person to tell him he’s selfish and vain three minutes after orgasm.

***
He kind of wiped his evidence off me, then stopped. He’s spanked me and cum all over my back.

He stops or I stop–how, who knows? He’s got the condom on and is fucking me. He asks if he can cum on me, and then asks again. My silence and wriggling is interpreted correctly and he cums on my back. Yes, yes it’s good. When you/if you go astray I’ll tell you.

Chocolate [f]un in Amsterda[m]!

The other day I was going out in Amsterdam (I’m a local BTW) at a club in the famous gay street. More about me. I’m a black dude and have been said to look handsome/cute. I’m a bit of an introvert, so am not always into going out. Now i’ m not gay by any means, but it’s just a great and super flirty environment. For people interested in the hot stuff, just skip the buildup.

Okay so on with the evening. I was getting looks from both women and men. Then suddenly I see this dropdead gorgeous blonde dancing with her male best friend. Her gay friend! Game on!!

**The Build up**

Sexy dancing blonde sees me, and instantly moves even more to the beat, just luring me in…tempting me into her seductive aura. I don’t budge and do my own thing. The more i ignore her the more she starts doing more to grab my attention. I keep on having fun in my own space and strike up random conversations with men and women who kept coming into my space to say something. Every now and again girls comment me on my style. ( Always a good thing!)

[M/F23] The one with the FIFA world cup match and my virginity.

  So back during the summer of 2014, I was still a virgin, a very confused one. I was very confused about my orientation, am I a lesbian or am I straight or bi? stuck in one of those identity crisis phase. Why bother about it so much? well let me give you some background.

  I hail from a sexually repressed country where most of the people are celibate until they get married and sex talk is taboo, which also explains my lack of romantic life I guess. Also I was this academically achieving tomboy and boys were distractions. Now on Erasmus, in the free western world of Europe, girls gotta try! So on the path to become sexually active and catch up what I missed in my teens, I wanted to know. Hence the whole fuss about my sexual orientation. If that doesn’t explain my low self-esteem…

Our [f]irst time to the sound track of the biggest cover-up in a[m]erican history, and the worst shower sex ever.

Let me tell you about Savannah. When I first met her, two things stood out for me, her height, and her unbelievable beauty. We were both seniors in high school when we first

met, both 18. I looked it, she…well..she was born both short and having a young face. At first glance she looks 14. As you can imagine, I was called a pedo a lot by my

friends. We got off pretty well, and later on I would learn a few things about her that i wouldn’t of known during the first few months. Like how shes submissive, and likes

to be pinned against the wall and fucked, or how she would tease me during sex about the pedo thing, dirty talking as a innocent young girl. These things, I would not learn

tell later though. Tonight, was the first night either of us have ever even seen each other naked.

It was 7:00 when she came over, I sent her the stereotypical, “Netflix and chill” text, at the time, we had been dating for 6 months. I also felt like the truth was important

(MMF)[Straddling the line between straight and gay]

My best friend and I have both had sex with his girlfriend together. There are several stories from the times we hooked up I want to share, this is the second story I’ve written about it

I was pleasantly surprised by the positive feedback for my last post here, I honestly wasn’t sure if anyone would like it seeing how kinky we can get, but I was too horny not to share!

Continuing the adventures of myself, Ash and Gray!

This is probably the third or fourth time the three of us had sex together, and Ash had got more comfortable instigating every time. We could tell she loved having us both, the teasing, the thrill of having two guys all over her, she felt like a goddess. After our second time together as a group, she told Gray and I that she would wear a specific red dress next time she wanted us to both take her home, her secret way of “putting out” just for us two

Our first threesome (FFM)

I came into the parts store twice last week and bought stuff I didn’t need just to see you. I just can’t help myself; your curves and your cute little southern accent keep bringing me back time after time. Every time I come in you flirt with me, but I don’t think you realize how much I want you. I come in today and spend another $30 that will go straight into the trash can when I get home. As you hand me my receipt I ask if you want to join me for lunch. You start blushing a little bit but our eyes lock and you whisper a soft “I’d love to”.

We walk down the road to that popular Italian restaurant everyone has been talking about. Even though it’s February it’s pretty warm in Georgia, and the heat between us is making it apparent that the electricity that I’ve been feeling is mutual. We sit down and start making small talk. I feel your foot brush against my leg as we are ordering. I glance under the table and see that your right hand has wandered down between your legs and you are lightly rubbing yourself through your pants. For such a composed woman, I can’t believe you are already horny. Who I am to argue though? After the waitress walks away I stand up, take your hand, and walk right out of the restaurant. I no longer want pasta for lunch, I want you.

The ‘Good, Christian Girl’ at College [m/f]

This was about 10 years or so ago when I was in college…but still remember this girl like it was yesterday.

My senior year in college, a couple buddies and I decided to rent a house for the year (not uncommon at our college). Needless to say, it turned into a party house for all of our friends. One night, a friend of mine, Anne, brought her roommate Lisa over for the first time.

Anne had told me she was extremely religious (blech), and because of that, Lisa was one of those girls that, quite honestly, dressed so plain, she could blend in with the furniture. Which was a shame, really. She was about 5’2, a bit curvy, with straight red hair.

We hit it off fairly quickly, and found out we both had relatives from the same area of western Massachusetts (a rarity at a school in the Pacific Northwest). By the end of the night, most of the party had either left or, in Anne’s case, had passed out in the living room.

Happy New Years – The True Story of [M]y Reluctant [F]irst [Bi] Experience: Part V – [MMF] [Long] [Very Long] [The End]

[PART I] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/446fuo/happy_new_years_the_true_story_of_my_reluctant/)

[PART II] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/447nje/happy_new_years_the_true_story_of_my_reluctant/)

[PART III] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/44bffu/happy_new_years_the_true_story_of_my_reluctant/)

[PART IV] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/44cq33/happy_new_years_the_true_story_of_my_reluctant/)

PART V:

“Mmmm, what took you so long?”

I’m laying on a couch in the basement, balls deep in Ashley, my friend’s girlfriend, with my hands on her tits and someone else is in the room and I’m not 100% who it is, for the second time tonight.

Its pretty dark now, but whomever walked in would have seen everything from the light of the hallway, before shutting the door. I assume that we’ve been joined by either Dylan, Ashley’s boyfriend, or Kyle, who’s dick I was sucking only minutes ago.

I’m completely frozen in place, unable to move and completely confused as to what in the actual fuck is going on. I’m drunk as shit and definitely not thinking straight.

Ashley’s on top of me and she’s slowing rising and falling on my cock as our stranger walks up until he’s standing beside our heads. All I can see is a pair of legs, covered in blue jeans. I hear a zipper slowly being pulled down, then jeans falling to the floor. I can only just barely make out the silhouette of a dick directly in front of my face when I hear: