[FFM] Co-worker said that I don’t look like a girl who knows how to ride. Proved him wrong!

So during my annual leave, I decided to join Adrian and Nicole on a short vacation trip to get some relaxing time. We went as a group of 3 but some how I felt a bit separated since Adrian and Nicole seems a bit too close and comfortable with each other while the three of us were hanging out. They are both my co-workers so I was sure that they are not seeing each other at the given time.

On the second night, we had a small drinking and chatting night in Nicole’s room. After having a bit too much drink for my tolerance, I decided that a question should be made toward them on how and why they suddenly just got too comfortable with each other like that. I didn’t really remember what were their first reactions but after a while Nicole finally answered honestly:

They did an one night stand with each other during a work trip and it really did wonder for both of them. After Nicole had opened up, thing got a lot more spicy since I tried to joke around and to get words out of Adrian mouth.

CEO’s Domination.

The darkly painted office echoes with the sounds of wet schlicking and groaning. Frustrated groans come out of lady Seras’ lips.

“What the fuck is happening?!” The wet smacking increases as she rubs her clit more and more rigorously, but no satisfied moans of ecstasy erupt in her private office. Thankfully, no one worth worrying about is close enough to hear the frustration mounting from failed orgasm after failed orgasm. She almost got caught the last time she tried to bring someone in from the outside to solve her problems, but even then she couldn’t solve her unsavory issues, so it was a moot point. Eventually she stopped; a frown was cast on her lips as another moment of bliss ruined. The unsatisfied CEO turned to look outside of her window wondering why she couldn’t cum from something so simple. Cursing the women who had it so much easier, she got up, straightening her blouse and lowering the skirt. Her hand glided past the silky smooth lips, straightening herself out, before walking over to a concealed compartment in her desk. Sera pulled out a small glass, meticulously cleaned, as she’s had to do this an increasing number of times. But what the fuck was anyone going to do?! She owned this company. If she wanted to spend her day unsuccessfully trying to get off, and drinking when that inevitably happened, who was anyone to stop her? She’d just fire them and sue to keep them quiet.

[mmmmFmmm] The Tutor 5: Detention [gangbang][fsub][mdom][young men][mature woman][teacher][DP][bj][anal][hj][cuck][cheating]

“Quiet down back there, this is supposed to be a punishment not social time.”

Lorna sat at the front of the classroom with her book, her eyes darting back and forth between each of the students she was charged with monitoring during afternoon detention. Normally, detention duty wasn’t something that Lorna was in charge of, in fact she had never been in the school this late before, but due to recent staff shortages, she was asked to watch over the afternoon detention students until a proper replacement was found. This wasn’t Lorna’s idea of a good time, she wanted to go home and relax after a long day of teaching. These boys also weren’t exactly the most polite or respectful of the students that she had ever had the honour of watching over. All were disruptive and well deserving of detention, highschool seniors, and all bad news.

A Pussy Eating Appointment [MF]

I’ll begin with the first message which I received last week from someone I will refer to as D (I actually don’t know her name, haha, so I will use the first letter of her username). It was very straight to the point, asking me whether I was being available on Monday. We sent some messages back and forth, her friends make unexpected plans with her on Monday so we changed it for Tuesday.

The interesting thing about our interaction through the messages was that it felt somewhat transactional. It was as if she was hiring me for a professional service that I was providing and she had just booked an appointment with me.

Our conversation eventually diverted from the formal interaction when I asked about her reasons for being interested in my post and how she envisioned the meeting. I later discovered that the reason for her wanting to treat this as a professional service was because she had a similar arrangement with someone before but they developed feelings for her and so she had to stop.

I [M] Think It’s About Time to Remember All the Women Who Have Made Me Who I Am

Hello, dear reader.

This is set, now, to be a recounting, homage, and tribute to all of the women who fucked the motivation into me over the years. Each blowjob, handjob, titjob, mirror pic, makeout, and creampie has eternally pushed me to be the best that I can be. You see, I’ve never been much of a motivated self-starter; I need the payoff, I need that promise at the end of the road.

I found that promise, years ago, and it came in the form of a woman. Well, not just one, I suppose. All of them.

Every single one of them thrilled me, capturing my imagination in a way that I never could wrestle away from. Everything about them drove me daily to the brink of desire. I don’t mind if that’s a bit predictable; it’s how things are for me, and it’s what’s given me the strength to push for the life I’m building for myself.

As I do hope to make this the first of a series commemorating my every thrill, we might as well start from the beginning. We’ll start with the first. We’ll start with J.

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Hidden Pleasures – ch.8

The next morning Jennifer woke in her bed at the hotel. She slowly opened her eyes, shading them from the sun, streaming through the windows. She yawned and stretched, snuggling into the blanket, still drowsy.

Jennifer suddenly sat straight up, wide awake, looking around the room. Confused at first, she started to remember the events of the previous evening. The dress, the masks. She remembered Eve and Ivy. And Will.

Her confusion grew when she couldn’t find the dress, or any of the rest of the outfit. How had she gotten back here? She now stood in the middle of the room, turning in slow circles trying to piece it together. Wandering into the bathroom, she splashed cold water on her face and slowly went over the whole night in her mind.

Okay, the tub she remembered. And the wine.

Back in the bedroom she spotted the hairbrush on the nightstand. She remembered that too, but there was no evidence that she had left this room and gone to any party. No dress, no shoes, no nothing. Had she dreamt the entire thing in a post orgasm, sleep deprived state?

I like being a good girl for my FWB and letting him use his tongue and fingers on me wherever he wants [FM]

I [38F] have been FWB with this guy, M [36M] for a few years and we have a pretty good vibe. When we’re not trading filthy texts and snaps, we have pretty dark sarcastic banter and exchange food pics and recommendations. He’s a dark soul, self confessed “dead inside” but actually he’s quite sweet with me.

Over these years, M has gradually trained me to be okay with butt play. Initially when we met, I was super shy about having anything to do with any hint of butt play, but over time M would touch me lightly on the asshole with his finger during foreplay, and when he was going down on me and eating out my pussy, his licks would get lower.

Eventually M started to ease one finger into me while eating out my pussy, or rimming me while going down on me, and the way that man enjoyed that, like _really_ enjoyed it, turned me on so much that I started to enjoy it too.

Hidden Pleasures – ch.7b

Jennifer walked around the room slowly, turning on both bedside lamps making sure he followed her every move with his eyes. Finally, she came around to stand in front of him and undid the buttons of his jacket, removing it and tossing it on a nearby chair.

Jennifer turned her back to him and asked, “My zipper, do you mind?”

He grasped the zipper and slowly started to undo it but she stepped away before he could finish. “That’s enough. Now you just sit there,” she said.

Jennifer unzipped the rest of the way and peeled her dress off, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. She stepped out of it and moved closer to Will. Grasping the clasps of the corset, she released one after the other, agonizingly slow. As the last clasp came undone, the corset joined her dress on the floor.

She stood facing him with her hands on her hips, posing, her eyes alight with desire. Jennifer’s hands traveled up her sides, caressing her skin as she breathed deeply, free of the restricting garment. She cupped both her breasts and as her nipples stiffened she took them between her fingers and pinched, twisting and rolling them until they stood out like diamond points. Glancing toward Will’s crotch, she was pleased to see him getting aroused, his cock slowly swelling.

[FFM] Beach Volleyball tournament (follow-up)

Follow-up of [this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xa7clt/ffgroup_beach_volleyball_tournament/).

So quick summary. After losing weight, taking volleyball group classes, training super hard with my teammate for a tournament, I had a lesbian threesome with my coach, Elsa, and my teammate, Jennifer.

After the tournament, after that wild night, we drove back. We chatted a bit about what happened in the car. Two key elements: (1) Both Elsa and Jennifer agreed not to tell what happened to their respective boyfriend; (2) Both Elsa and Jennifer had their experience with girls during threesomes. We also chatted about what was coming up. So, there is another tournament mid-November that we plan to compete in. But we also agreed to take 3 weeks break before resuming training. (Still went to the gym, but just 2 times a week instead of 5.)

During that break, I wrote the first post. (Again, thanks for all the nice feedback!) But it also led me to introspect. Essentially because I always considered myself straight. Sure, I would find some women attractive. Sure, I had that fantasy about women. But I never ever thought that I would get to live that fantasy. The thing is I *liked it*. I mean liked it *a lot*. Every single day since that night, I’ve touched myself thinking about what happened. And I want to experience that again. I’m not bisexual, but let’s say I’m really curious. But here is the thing, I’m shy… And I don’t necessarily feel confident enough to ask a woman out (either through an app or in-person). 🤷🏼‍♀️

Rainy Night (Part 1) [M33/F28] [Foreplay] [Infidelity]

I feel chills down my spine as the evening wind blows through my top. Clump, Clump, with every step in my ankle-booted heels. It has been a long day. Two more blocks and I’ll make it back to my apartment. The cars are honking, people laughing and nightlife music playing. To most that would be exciting, but work provided all the excitement I needed for the day. I plan on loosing my mind with an erotica book in the bathtub.

I feel wetness plop onto my nose. My finger reaches for it and I realize it’s a rain drop. Please, no, I forgot my umbrella. Not a minute later I feel the downpour. It doesn’t take long before my brown hair gets soaked. I see my regular local bar up ahead and dive straight towards the door swinging it open. I step inside soaking with people staring at me. I admit it was a bit dramatic, I start to blush, and nonchalantly make my way to the bar. I see a tall dark haired man with large hands, who visually looks exhausted, and decide to sit next to him. If I have to sit here for a bit, soaked, I might as well have a nice view and near someone as tired as I am. My nipples are poking out of my shirt. I try to hide my breasts under the counter.