Elly at the Farm [str8][nc][huml][bd][Mdom][fsub]

Elly was driving home after visiting with her boyfriend for the evening. She’d left a little later than she’d have liked since she had to be up early for class in the morning, so she was looking forward to getting home. As she turned onto another street, she could see red and blue lights flashing just ahead, and a small line of cars stopped at a police check-point. “Great,” she thought, “I really don’t need this right now.”

A large, powerful looking officer approached her vehicle and she rolled down the window. He bent over to speak to her, and she glimpsed “Ricks” on his nametag. “Good evening,” the officer said in a deep voice. “License and registration, please.” Elly was nervous. She had only just received her learner’s permit and she was just past curfew for driving alone. She fumbled with her purse and the glove box and retrieved the documents for the officer.

“Elizabeth Banson. Age: 17. Eyes: Green. Hair: Red. Height: 5-5,” Ricks read aloud, pausing between each statistic as if considering them for some reason. “It seems you’re past your curfew, young lady,” Ricks accused.

More Gloryhole Fun [F/M]

I again apologize for the formatting as this is being done on my phone.

I previously visited the same gloryhole on Thanksgiving, the story to which you can find here https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3ulcyw/fm_black_friday_deals/

So after my second time at the gloryhole I really started to enjoy it. I spent my last few weeks at school daydreaming about my next visit while struggling to study for all my tests and write all my papers. But I managed to push the thought out knowing I'd be able to visit dying winter break. Last night I made it happen.

I woke up in the morning and went through my day as usual. I made sure to tell my parents I'd be out at night so I cold borrow the car. They had no issue with it and said to just let them know when I was back. Flash forward to around 8:30 pm. I had finished dinner a while ago, was finishing the last touches on my makeup (although they can't really see my face so it didn't matter), brushing my teeth, and getting everything I needed. I finished up, put on some leggings and a tshirt (after all I did have to convince my parents I was just hanging out), and headed out.

Driving home for Christmas… and arriving too early

The Christmas break means returning home to spend a couple of weeks with my family, which can be pretty nice but also makes things rather cramped – as well as having to put up with parents, I'm also left sharing a room with my younger sister (who is just a few years younger than me), and as she has a boyfriend now it was made pretty clear to me that she wasn't exactly thrilled to have me around all day every day.

With that in mind I should have taken the hint when I decided to step out for some late Christmas shopping earlier this week – my parents were both working, and I didn't think anything of my sister asking pointedly how long I'd be out for, dismissively telling her I'd be back in a few hours.

As it turned out, my trip was a relatively brief one, and I picked up the gifts I wanted easily even in the packed high street and headed home out of the rain and wind within an hour. As one of the gifts I'd picked up was for my sister, I hoped I'd be able to sneak into the house and find somewhere to stash it without her noticing so that I could wrap it later, so as I quietly let myself in I was pleased to note that she was upstairs with the radio on, letting me find a suitable cupboard to deposit the items within.

22[M/F] Summer Fling

Anne and I hit it off almost immediately. She's sarcastic and raunchy, wildly intelligent and great to talk to. We seemed to follow the frantic nature of each others' mind. It was quite a special bond, but it was limited by Lin, my girlfriend.

Don't misunderstand, Lin is great in her own charming way. Thoughtful and generous, gracious and kindhearted. I care about her, but especially after a year of dating, the connection hasn't lasted. Our tastes have diverged from one another, our tastes evolving on their own. Even our communication patterns were shifting away from each other.

I first met Anne in February and in July my girlfriend had a trip she needed to go on for a few weeks (I think it ended up being 3, but ultimately it was about 5 or 6 with a few days where she'd stop in and say hey). During this period I took a lot of time to assess the relationship. I was happier now, alone, than I'd been in quite some time. I went out and saw people, I did things, I enjoyed my life. It was a blast.

Fantasy Football – Paying Up… Part I [f/mmmmmm]

Hey y'all,

Hopefully you recall that at the beginning of the NFL season I had the chance to join a high stakes Fantasy Football League with the hopes of winning big. (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3kpyox/fantasy_football_draft_and_week_1/)

That said I haven't won big and in fact I'm near the bottom of the league. So it came time to pay up this past weekend. I thought that perhaps I'd have to give a simple blowjob to the league winner but it was a bit more severe than that. The winner told me that the promise was a night of fun at his calling and he planned to have some fantasy fun he'd always wanted. My mind raced as to what it could be but he told me to expect to be visited at work some time and to go with whatever took place. If it was too intense I was to use the safety word of football but to know if I used the word I'd have to provide another night of fun to him.

It’s not cheating if you only look… [F/M]

It's Not Cheating If You Only Look

by Matthew Myen


If this is the first of mine you have read, please read the first part of Guilt and Pleasure before continuing.

Well, that first post blew up, didn’t it? I’d just like to thank everyone for their words of support and encouragement. If you just read it and enjoyed it – that’s enough for me.

If you were on the subreddit yesterday, you might have noticed Volume 2 went up and then got deleted. This was due to a reader asking me to delete it, as it didn’t feel real to him/her. I believe the reason behind the disbelief is the way the story is written. I am a writer, so that is bound to make its way into this. I also happen to have had a very active and disgraceful cheating history, and decided to turn it into a story. Is it all true? Did I actually lose several games of Go Fish to Dan? I don’t remember, but we were playing Go Fish that night while the others talked and Jess got ready upstairs. Did Lily actually switch phones with me and leave that app open? Yes. Some parts are clearer than others, but it all happened, and is as close to a verbatim retelling of the events as I can get. I removed the post because I didn’t want to irritate anybody – honestly I get more out of writing it than I do sharing it. But in the last 24 hours I have messaged out 20+ free copies of Volume 2 – which I don't have the time to do! So in conclusion, if you don’t like my story or don’t believe it – my apologies, and you are welcome not to read it.

Bad Girl[f]riend.

Not long ago, back in August, I did something stupid: I started dating another woman.

We'd been friends for a long time and I knew she was a lesbian. She knew I was straight. We had this sort of unspoken agreement that she could tease me about the outfits I wear (I dress provocatively for my job) and that I could tease her back for her taste in women (usually the more "butch" type). Then, one stupid night, I drank more than usual and ended up asking if we could kiss.

Keep in mind that Leah is three years older than me and has been with girls exclusively sine middle school. I'm not saying she took advantage of me but she was literally the designated driver that night and, well, looking back on it she sort of encouraged me to drink.

We got back to her place and one thing led to another after another glass of wine I just full out asked if she'd kiss me. She didn't hesitate. And then things escalated rather quickly.

Kristen’s house (m/f)

"Just so you know, my girls are looking to hook up."

My eyes opened. That's why we were here too. And as it were, she had assembled the troops.

A friend had bought a 30 of Budweiser. That's the king of beers, you know? Fitting for us, since we felt like we were about to be the king of men.

Kristen, Megan, and Sarah got out a fifth of tequila. Megan was one of those 'open for business' girls. Platinum blonde, tall, thin, and a face that was good enough. Kristen was hot. Brunette, shorter, also thin and busty. Seems good? It was. Sarah was high school fat. She was thicker than the other two. But we're talking medium tits that went out further than her stomach. Compare her to girls in their late 20s and she'd be the skinniest one around. She probably got fat later though.

I digress. The six of us went into Kristen's basement to start on those beers and patron. Well, at least I remember that Montezuma tasting like patron.

The Band Comes Home from Tour – Part 2/3 [fmmm] [mast][oral]

He was always very clear on what he liked on me. He was an uncomplicated man. Denim, leggings, knee or thigh socks, t-shirts and tanks…he did like me to dress up for special occasions but he just loved me as his concert-going skater-girl…and I love it because I could just be comfortable, all the time. I’d be at a concert tonight anyway, and since I’d promised to help them set up, it would all work out fine, and in the end…it was my body that counted, and that was clean and shaved and…hot and moist. I didn’t want to be too conventional though, so I decided to leave the bottom layer off. I rummaged through the mess that is our bedroom, threw some bits and pieces I liked on the bed and then unwrapped myself from my towel to try them on.

Crystal has fun with a stranger at the bar (erotic story my wife penned based of her fantasies) [MF]

So the party is on, I'm dressed in my sexy, tight black cop outfit. Black eyeliner, my green eyes pop in the dim lights. As I walk in the party has been building for the last two hours, guys and girls fill the club the music rages. I look around for a victim, someone I can use for the evening A couple of guys at separate points of the bar, one blonde haired blue eyed male, athletic and by himself or the dark haired and rugged looking male, surrounded by a group of friends – which would be more fun … I walk towards my choice the harder of the two options but I'm up for it, his friends eye me as I walked towards the group, heading straight for the center, the zipper on the front of my cop costume catsuit low enough for my DDs to peek out the top, the sleek black pants fitting tightly to my skin and butt, I walk straight up and eye each male, pointing at each until I subtly land my finger on the chest of the one I want, the mysteriously rugged bad boy, I pull my finger back and place into my mouth, sedductively sucking the tip before asking