Several weeks went by after Mandy went out clubbing with Julie, in what I thought would be the first time Mandy had her first hot wife hook up that turned into an entirely different adventure. We had both talked about that several times in bed, as the visual image in my mind of the events of that evening with her at the club were still intensely erotic. As I have described Mandy previously, she had a sheltered life prior to our relationship and as such I was the first guy she had ever slept with and had not done anything with another guy other than a couple of threesomes in law school. Mandy is incredibly beautiful, sensuous and insanely sexy all at the same time. I wanted her to believe that, and as we know in long relationships it has an entirely different impact to hear that form someone other than your partner. I also know how much Mandy hated being the “good girl” in high school and early college, and there was a lot of life she wanted to experience but never got the opportunity (nor had the confidence) to do so. I have never been worried about us not being together long term and I almost desperately wanted to give her some of the experiences she missed out on while we were still young enough to enjoy it. Besides, it’s not like I would not benefit from this in many ways, not the least of which is her own confidence level increasing.
Tag: Straight
Playing “Spin the Bottle” on MDMA with an [F]Anal Whore and her Friends!
What do you get when you take an anal whore, two of her friends, three guys, some MDMA, and an empty bottle? A good fucking night filled with insane debauchery, that’s what!
If you haven’t read my other stories then allow me to prime you by sharing only the most pertinent info. I am an anal whore, like, an obsessive one, to the extent where I actually clean out my asshole with a shower nozzle every single day, just in case I need to be ready for it to be used. BTW, highly recommend this if you have any reservations about cleanliness during anal. But yeah, most of my favorite stories involve something ending up in my hungry little butthole, and this one is no different!
This story begins at a house party, a particularly boring house party filled with the kind of people who can’t help but behave as if it’s perpetually their first time drinking. I was there with two of my friends, Claire and Jenna, both 19, and one of Jenna’s guy friends (Jordan) who was a sort of on and off fuck buddy of Jenna’s. Instead of describing both of them, I figured I’d just find the closest dopplegangers I could. [Claire](https://cdni.pornpics.com/1280/7/405/15608495/15608495_024_e5e1.jpg). [Jenna](http://cdni.sexygirlspics.com/1280/1/282/32448900/32448900_002_62c5.jpg).
[FM] Naughty masseuse stuff, pt.3 I guess?
Thank you for the positive messages and kind words. It has been interesting reliving these memories and chatting with people. In some of those discussions I’ve been reminded of certain times, and this one I think people will enjoy hearing about.
This happened on a really nice spring day when BT came in for a massage. A light breeze, a bit of sun, and the temperature was nice. He walked into the room and immediately started talking about how he loved the weather, and that days like that made him want to just lay outside and enjoy the sun. I said that if I was going to be outside I’d probably fall asleep with how nice it was, especially with the little wind that was going through the trees.
At that, he suggested we take some time to enjoy the sun on the patio. At that point I was already undressed and I think he could tell how big my eyes got at the suggestion, and almost spoke before I chimed in that I’d need sunblock. I keep a bag with me at all times, throwing in essentials like wipes and pads, and it also has sunblock in it. I slathered it up on my hands and did his body, before he did the same to me. His hands were reasonably warm but the sunblock was freezing, so my skin puckered up and my nipples were painfully hard.
I [M] “came out” as straight to my friends [FFF] Pt 3
Once upon a time, all of my friends thought that I was gay, and now they were learning that I absolutely wasn’t.
It was a great time to be me. The last time I updated you, I told you about how I started hooking up with Clara. We’d kept it up, not really making it a secret that we were fucking. Phoebe wasn’t taking this particularly well, but Clara was keeping me happy, so I didn’t particularly care.
*I’d made whatever apologies I could for our first encounter – the rest was on her.*
Anyways, one night few weeks later, I was working hard on my final project on campus when Chelsea came to see me. Chels was a classic punkish liberal-arts lady: she wore her strawberry blonde hair straight and long, and usually pouring out of a toque. Nose ring? Check. Heavy eyeliner? Check. Classic Rage against the Machine shirts? Checkeroni.
“Dude, I’m so fucking bored,” Chelsea said, leaning against the door to the glorified closet I was working in. “How goes the work?”
“I’m going in circles,” I replied, rubbing my eyes. “I swear I’m going to dream of this stuff tonight.”
Up at the lake with Mae – part. 7 [MF]
([part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uts68q/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_1_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uu0xz5/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_2_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uu79lk/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_3_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uutsiu/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_4_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uv7950/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_5_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uw8b03/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_6_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3))
*How… when did you do that? Why?*
Sure I wasn’t upset, or annoyed. I was genuinely amazed by her initiative.
*Right before coming to you in the shower to be honest.*
So I’d thought I was playing with Mae. Turns out I was being played. It was celar to me that she had a plan.
*I did’t have a plan really. I just… I’m…*
Mae blushed, started stuttering. Perhaps she did have a plan, but was too shy to reveal it? It seemed to me that a part of her brain was struggling to process her actions. Sure I was. Then she dropped the bomb.
*I’m leaving.*
*What?*
*Yeah. The company is about to open a new hotel in Valencia and you know, I’m a manager now. Young. No family, no kids. I was asked to help, I was asked to move. I said yes.*
*Holy shit.*
*Yeah. New life, apparently.*
*When?*
… *end of next week?*
*Fuck! O-ok, I guess.*
Fucking my girlfriend’s insanely competitive best friend [MF] – Part 2
You didn’t think I was going to leave you on *that* cliff-hanger did you?
As the title suggests, this is the second part of a story I started the other day. If you’ve not read it, I suggest you do so before getting stuck into this one. That’s because there’s plenty of build-up and a bit more context in it compared to this one, and let’s be real, the build-up is often the best bit!
Part 2 picks up immediately where we left off, so if you have read part 1, you know we’re wasting no time and getting straight into it. Because, when you end a story with “she led me to her bed with my cock in hand” there’s not really any other way to start, is there?
Still, context is important, so your **TLDR** of the story so far:
**I dated a girl called Jane years before this encounter took place. Jane had a best friend called Amy, who she shared a lot with. She even watched Jane and I have sex once. You can read all the details about that encounter too. After splitting up with Jane, years later I ran into Amy on a night out and it turned out there was something between us. Things escalated from making out in the bar to Amy gagging on my cock in her room.**
I got together (F23) with a good friend (F24)
I have had a crush on a good friend…I will refer to her as Julie….
Since I’ve known her I have been very attracted to her…At first it was a physical attraction ..I fantasized about her all the time…then I developed feelings for her. I kept my feelings for her to myself for a long time..
Fast forward to recent days…We started spending a lot more time together, shopping, walking, snuggling up and watching TV and movies and kissing a little here and there…
I felt ready to take things further and I was sure she was too. I invited her to my apartment for an evening of dinner and movies.
I prepared for our evening together, I bought the food and bottle of wine, shaved my legs and I got my pussy waxed.
That evening she arrived at my apartment she looked stunning, I gasped when I saw how beautiful she looked (she always looks beautiful, but she went out of her way to look special).
We hugged tightly then she came in…We had a glass of wine while dinner was still cooking. We were both being flirtatious, and very light hearted.
I’m a hypnotherapist and I hypnotized my little sister [INCEST]
Disclaimer: Light mind control elements and heavy incest scenes as the chapters progress. This is chapter 1 of 6 and my best selling series to date. Only chapter 1 will be for the public viewing, so sit back, relax, and enjoy the smut ;)
Chapter 1
I straightened my back and leaned forward, my voice low and steady.
“Open your eyes and look at my hand, Kerry,” I told my patient. “Focus on the ruby.”
“That’s it,” I continued when her gaze shifted to the gem sitting on my palm. Her head was lolled to the side, and she was breathing softly. “Just focus on the ruby and the sound of my voice.”
“Beautiful voice,” Kerry mumbled.
“Yes,” I said. “Focus on my voice. Now, I am going to count to ten. With each number I count, you are going to go up the stairs, and with every step you take, you feel yourself coming back up to consciousness. And when I reach the count of one, you will wake up feeling refreshed. Do you understand?”
Her voice was barely audible.
“Yes…”
“Good. You’re doing good, Kerry.”
“Mhm. Good…”
Busting my(M28) way out of the friendzone (F27)
I have always been fairly successful when it comes to women. Not by any means of being more attractive than anyone else. I am 5’8, I have blonde hair, a tan from working the beach, and an average size dick, 7 inches and a full hand around. Where I shined was being charismatic, and able to read people. Years of working as a bartender will teach you some things.
There was one woman though. As soon as I met her, I knew she was my type. Problem was she seemed to be every other guys type as well. Her name was Katie. She was a fellow bartender at another bar in our little tourist town. One I happend to go too after my shifts at my own bar. She was exquisite. 5’4 with extremely long blonde hair that fell to her ass. Her body was incredible. She spent years cheerleading, and after school she got into surfing and rock climbing. Her boobs were small but perfect for her fit frame, her butt was tight and shaped to perfection! She had the eye of every guy that saw her, and she knew it. I saw this immediately and decided that being just another run of the mill local guy that got drunk and hit on her wouldn’t be the way to go.
The sweetest girl I ever dated [FF]
*Upon reflection, I’m kind of glad we never worked out or I probably would have married this girl. She was the whole package, but I’m glad I ended up with my husband.*
I met a girl ironically through a dude I used to fuck when I went to visit him. I asked if she was bi when I met her and he told me he doubted it. Later he mentioned it in passing to her and it turns out she was actually quite curious. She dated a woman shortly after and then reached out to me.
Good lord, she was smart. She intimidated me, but was so humble and unassuming I’m not sure she even noticed how much more brilliant she was than me. She was in this writing program and wrote these beautiful poems that were so emotional I felt them in my damn bones.
She also wrote me erotic stories.
Y’all can actually all thank her for this account because I started writing erotic stories when I was with her. We’d write pages and pages of what we wanted to do to each other. I was once in the library when I got one of her stories and had to run to the bathroom to get myself off.