My Gym Buddy Used Me As His Sex Toy [23+24 M/M]

This is from my series Mr. Brooks: Locker Room Confessions

When I first started working at the gym I stood out right away. In a good way. People commented on how hard I worked. James once told me that members would stop him and comment on how great of a worker I was multiple times a day. James also told me that he liked when I was there because he never had to worry about what the club looked like (minus the ladies locker room of course).

A few months into the job and I was pretty comfortable with how things were going. I started to work out regularly and with intensity, and my body showed the results.

I would come into the club and people – co-workers and members alike – would come talk to me.It really made me feel welcomed. For the first time since the good times with Tommy, I felt like I had a place where I belonged.

There were gorgeous men (and women) everywhere! Besides the belonging, the eye candy was the best part about the gym.

I [F]26 was used like a sex toy by a stranger [M]41 while my husband [M]28 fucked his wife [F]40 in the other room. (Part1)

I’m breaking this real story in two parts because of Reddit limitations. Sorry in advance, this is my first extremely extensive post ever, because I need to get this wild weekend out of my system and have no one to tell this story to since swinging is such a taboo. Its late at night and I still can’t wrap my head around this experience. I’m physically exhausted, swollen, bruised, extremely pleased and happy.

Husband (M28) and I have been together since high school. I had only been with another guy besides him and he had only been with me. We’re both very sexual and open with each other and talked about opening our relationship for a while. To illustrate us better for narration purposes; I’m a slightly curvy 5’ 2’’ latina with long back hair and I’d say a conventionally pretty face (I get compared to Dua Lipa) My husband is 6’ white latino, with a thick athletic body covered in tattoos. (He gets compared to young Fabio lanzoni lol). He’s straight, im bi-curious.

She wanted to be set up with my friend, but I had other plans… [PART 3/FINAL] [FM]

[Part 1 here!](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/129a9qc/she_wanted_to_be_set_up_with_my_friend_but_i_had/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=2&utm_term=1)

[Part 2 here!](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/129tce1/she_asked_me_to_set_her_up_with_my_friend_but_i/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=2&utm_term=1)

When Luke’s hips thrust up in surprise, I lean back so as not to immediately choke to death. While I was eager to get my mouth on him, it was something I genuinely didn’t find that stimulating unless it was a big dick or someone I really enjoyed, and I was nowhere near ready to “deepthroat” someone as huge as him.

I’ve definitely seen bigger, especially on here, but I will always be a little bit obsessed with Luke’s cock. I have no idea what he measured as, but I knew I had two hands wrapped around the base of his shaft as I tried to get as much of him into my mouth as I could. And he was so thick I remember my jaw actually clicked when I opened it to take him in — which makes me laugh thinking about it. He had a cock you had to slightly unhinge your jaw to take, but I loved sucking it.

He got his hips under control fast, but his stomach muscles kept contracting every time I moved my tongue a certain way or made a little choking noise when I got too confident and tried to take him down further.

[FM] I (27F) got drunk and accidentally fell in love with my best friend (25M) (Long, wholesome)

Hi! Long-time lurker, first time making an account/submitting. I hope you don’t mind a wholesome sexy story today, because have I got a doozy for you!

**Disclaimer:** Though the names have (obviously) been changed for the story, there is a part of this where it looks like I’ve given my boy an insensitive nickname. The racy intent of the name was his idea, as is the real life equivalent is what he uses in our text conversations.

**Disclaimer 2:** This is a **long** story and the sexy times don’t happen until the very end. But I feel all the background is necessary for how Jay and I got to where we are today. Also I’m just… so in love with this man. It’s kind of sad, but great.

My (M19) dentist (F25) has a dirty mouth

Just like I had done about a thousand times before, I walked into the dentist’s office and checked in for my 12:30 appointment with Dr. de Vries.
While waiting for the desk worker’s confirmation I realized that the drinks I had yesterday evening sadly were enough to warrant a hangover. Me being 19 and young I figured that my youthly metabolism would figure that out on its own, a miscalculation on my part. Still half asleep and daydreaming I heard the dentist assistant’s last words of her sentence: “… with Ms. Miller.” Confused I repeated: “Ms Miller? I thought I had an appointment with my usual dentist, de Vries?”
The assistant, semi-annoyed, replied: “As I said before, he is currently at home recovering from a bicycle crash, nothing serious though.” Realizing I hadn’t been paying attention the first time of her telling, I awkwardly said “Thanks” and walked away to the waiting room.

[F] I went streaking at work…and got caught PART 2

To recap: I went streaking at work and was now in the bathroom realizing the janitor took my clothes from the women’s bathroom. It was a very bad situation.

I crept back to the door, saw the hallway was clear and raced into the stall. My clothes were gone. No longer on the hook. The janitor must have taken them.

I immediately started to hyperventilate. What the fuck was I going to do? Then I got weirdly very calm. I needed to go to the lost and found near the janitors closet.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out into the hallway. The hard floor was cold on my feet. I started walking down towards his room.

Then I heard foot steps coming down the hall.

I’ve never run faster in my life. I tore around the corner, jiggling the whole way, and ducked into a random office.

Crouched behind a desk, I watched the door.

I felt like the kids in Jurassic Park in the kitchen where the raptors are stalking them…except in this case, it was the security guard. He walked right past the door, completely oblivious. I had completely forgotten about him. Holy shit. No time to dwell though.

[F] I went streaking at my office…and got caught PART 1

After my secret trip to the mall I became fixated on that moment. I couldn’t stop picturing that guy’s eyes on me as i stood there completely exposed in the changing room. A complete stranger.

The adrenaline rush and excitement was almost addicting. I found my thoughts and fantasies turning to work.

I was back working in the out of state office when someone on Reddit dared me to go streaking after hours. I decided immediately I was going to do it. Since it wasn’t the home office the thrill was more fun.

The perks of being the boss were I could get myself situated earlier.

I waited until work was close to being done, then discreetly packed everything, went to my car early and dropped it off, then went back to the women’s bathroom and waited in the handicap stall as everyone went home. I texted my husband I would be working late.

I played games on my phone until it was 30 minutes after closing. I went to the door and peaked out into the hallway. Silence. Then walked to our office. Everyone had gone home. It was time.

The Campout Pt. 4.1

The Campout Pt. 4.1

When the sun rose the next morning, there was a chill in the air. The cool spring morning was damp & foggy, the birds chirping in the woods around their tent. She woke with a chill & reached for him, but he was not laying next to her. Sitting up, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, allowing the blanket to fall, exposing her bare breast. Instantly her nipples hardened from the breeze blowing through the open screens on the tent’s walls.

Pulling the blanket back up, she searched through her bag for some clean clothes. Finding a pair of old blue jeans & her favorite lavender-colored sweater, she pulled them on quickly to help warm her body. Standing, she stepped through the tent flap, & found him at the campfire, cooking breakfast. The aromas of sausage & eggs filled her nostrils as she inhaled deeply. Her tummy growled in hunger as she approached him near the fire’s edge.

Personal Yoga Teacher: Part Nine [All over 18] [Mx4/F] [Kidnapped] [noncon] [dubcon] [outdoors] [watersports] [anal] [oral]

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. My stories fall under genres such as: “BDSM, non-con, dub-con, reluctance, & consensually non-con.” This is my fantasy, with me playing the character of the prey/sub/victim, not yours. The key word here, is fantasy. I DO NOT encourage or condone failing to obtain proper and excited consent in any real-life situation. In real life, always practice kinks with consent. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. Follow me to keep up to date on all my stories & read my bio for more fun!☺️***

Crossing a line. Pt1 [FM] [Slow burn] [Teasing]

I finally did it. After 3 months of hard work, my project was finally coming to an end. All that was left was a couple of weeks to tie up loose ends and I was finished. The week before, my coworker, Mark, had casually mentioned going out to celebrate and when he saw my face light up, it was decided. So, all day we chatted about what we should do after work. He was from the area so I relied on him to decide where we would go. A couple months ago he had dragged me out to have dinner and drinks, saving me from a frozen meal or takeout alone in my hotel room, only to find out I can just about keep up with him shot for shot. It had become almost a weekly occurrence ever since.

I told my husband that I would be staying in town one extra night this week to go out to have some fun and still be safe. He had been very understanding as each week in this job I would stay in a hotel close to work instead of driving home late at night. Neither of us would admit it but it was a relief and an excuse for both of us to ignore the issues we were having. But tonight? Tonight, would be a night to celebrate a job well done.