Thank you, would you like to cum into my panties? F/M (Short Story)

//This is supposed to be a very short one, so i didn’t give much detail and effort into the writing!!!//

She had a great time at the club today. Her friends and her parted ways and she wanted to go on her own way home too when a man from the club started hitting on her. Some oily, weird guy who just wouldn’t accept her constant polite rejections. She groaned and now, without being polite, told him to fuck off. He was about to go mad when a tall buff guy stepped in front of her, protected her from the creep who now left her alone, still angry.

He turned to her and she held her breath, surprised by how handsome he was. He asked her if he should give her company on her way home, if somehow the creepy guy would decide to follow her. He was one of the guys that worked here in the club but just had ended his shift today. She agreed, was grateful for his offer.

The Audition [M/F] (1/3)

*Praeludium*

The murmur of the audience, echoing throughout the concert hall. A cacophony of instruments in disarray; the sudden beat of a drum, followed by a single note from a clarinet, a French horn momentarily soaring over a cello, only to give away to a high-pitched flute.

A sudden silence befalls both audience and musicians, and after a few moments of expectation applause can be heard. A man in a raven-black suite crosses the stage and walks up the two small steps of the central podium. The entire orchestra stands and the man graciously waves at them, only to turn around and take a small bow towards the still-applauding public, a smile on his face. As the musicians take their seats he turns towards them, his features quickly becoming sombre.

*Allegro*

The Violinist stood silently in the middle of the Music Director’s living room, instrument in one hand, bow in the other. Casting her gaze downwards, she remained there silently. It was a unique, one-time opportunity, a private audition to obtain a chair at the Director’s prestigious orchestra. She had already failed two public auditions and knew it was her last chance to qualify.

[MF] She turned her room into a strip club

*This is not a recent story.*

Once upon a time, I started dating Christine.

You remember Christine, don’t you? The girl I [hooked up with and was interrupted by her parents](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tskjv4/fm_her_parents_came_home_early/)? And then [we fucked in the back of her car in the middle of a park](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ttrswz/fm_her_parents_came_home_early_so_we_went_for_a/)? Well, we’d gotten together a couple times after that. At first, I was really hesitant to start anything serious: even though the sex was A++, I was planning on moving to Japan at the end of the summer. But then I got an internship in my dream field, which means I wasn’t moving to a different continent, which means that I could pursue a relationship with Christine.

Don’t worry, I made it to Japan eventually. I have stories about that, too.

Anyways, we were still long distance, although we made sure to schedule in a couple weekends a month where we could get together. The school year had started at this point, which meant Christine moved back to her student apartment, which made everything so much easier.

And being long distance wasn’t the worst! Sure, it wasn’t great, but it also meant that when we did see each other, we fucked HARD and made attempts to make those visits special.

School of Hypnotic Fucks Part 1(?) [Hypnosis] [noncon] [public] [femsub]

The library used to be a place of comfort and relaxation for Sarah. At first it was more stressful, only starting to go so she could study without listening to her roommate having sex or listening to loud music. Overtime she adjusted to the seats, found favored spots, and even started going at better times to avoid crowds. The mastery of her positioning and time management gave her some pride, and she enjoyed the sense of control she had.

This was before something changed in the school. Nowadays, there’s always odd rules getting added or changed, especially in regards to the female students. She thought it was odd that they could give specific instructions about apparel and demeanor, but it was a higher end school with an image to maintain. The main one that annoyed her was the ban on headphones indoors. She loved listening to private music while studying in the library, and the music playing in there always just sounded like white noise to her, even if they said it had some subliminal focus techniques or whatever. Today was the day she’d decided to rebel a little, calling back to that skill set she learned when she first started going.

My lesbian friend and I crossed the barrier [MF]

Back when I (M24ish) was still a server, I had a friend at my job named Holly (F22ish). I loved Holly, she was super sweet, super funny, was a stoner like me. She was a little taller, maybe 5’7 or so, real slim, small breasts and not too curvy (or so I thought), she had strikingly beautiful eyes and such a sweet smile. She was more of the tomboyish lesbian. She had a typical male looking wardrobe, kept her hair cut short kinda pixie style, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her wear makeup. She was very clearly and obviously a girl, nobody would ever think she wasn’t she had such a natural beauty to her, but if you saw her walking from a distance without clearly seeing her face, you might have thought she was a guy. She had a habit of getting into stupid situations and shenanigans, and I was constantly giving her advice or listening to her vent about her current ridiculous circumstances, but she was awesome.

Kavita’s Offer [Incest][M/S][SPH][SPE]

In her quiet household, Kavita Khatri was washing the dishes. It was late in the afternoon, and she was keeping herself busy for what was to come. She was doing her best to keep her mind busy, but her thoughts couldn’t help but continue to keep wandering to the promise she had made. She was feeling a mix of things, both nerve-wracking and exhilarating. Her breathing got heavy and her heart pumped as her thoughts began to wander further and further, her distractions no longer suppressing her restless mind. She eyed the clock. He should be home any minute now. She put her hand on her chest to feel her heart, almost beating out of her chest. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for what she had promised her son the night prior.

Arush was having problems at school, and Kavita could tell. His mood was consistently grumpy, or outright rude. She thought it was just his hormones, how growing boys acted when they were getting settled into their new bodies. However, Kavita could tell it was more than just the fluctuating emotions of a growth spurt, Arush was having real issues. One night, she knocked at his bedroom door to find him crying into his pillow. It was Kavita’s time to be a good mom. “Arush? Do you need to talk?”

[MF] Mixing drugs and sex is… good?

Eric (my bf) and I were feeling good so we decided to take it up a notch and each took a tab on Friday before we went out.

I got a little sidetracked from getting ready because I had a phone call and halfway through taking to my dad I felt the shift. I dropped my phone and started teasing Eric. We both went from feeling good to great. Every touch felt like a warm tingle and since I was still getting dressed anyway, I told him to sit in the bed and I straddled his lap.

Feeling my bare pussy rub against his slacks felt amazing and I told him to keep touching me everywhere as we kissed. Even his tongue in my mouth felt wetter and warmer, and each time it hit my tongue piercing, it was like a lightning rod.

He was fully dressed and it’s one of my favorite things to be naked with a guy like that. But he clearly wasn’t playing long. He flipped me over, and spread my legs around his waist. Feeling his whole weight on top of me was incredible. Each point of touch where my other piercings (nipples, belly, hips, clit) rubbed against him felt lava hot. My kisses got rougher and I was nipping at his jaw and making these embarrassing mewling sounds.

Confused Switch here

So, I was out over the weekend. Stayed at a hotel with a couple of straight female friends. They are a bit sedate and as I expected they went to bed round eleven pm leaving me alone in the hotel bar. I don’t mind being by myself, I’m quite independent and confident. I’m actually what is called a switch but mostly dominant.
Anyway, I had a couple of gins and was taking in my surroundings, noticing the people, when a woman came over to me. A few men in the group she was with had made eye contact and a man had previously came over and chatted.
She was obviously under the influence – quite a few drinks in. But although married (she pointed her husband out) she blatantly flirted with me. Complimented my hair – I have big red naturally curly hair, she touched it. Later in the conversation she ran her fingers over my stockings, several times. Asked me to join her in the garden alone while she smoked.
Now I have played with women in the past a very very long time ago. But pretty much ninety nine percent of the time now I feel no attraction for my own sex at all. Quite the opposite. I know this sounds awful, but I feel revulsion. But this woman did present interesting conversation, so I allowed it.
But afterwards I seemed to experience something. We did not hook up, she just went on her way. And so did I. But, it’s left me wanting to dominate the hell out of a man. So much so, I’ve made a call. I’ve never felt the need to dominate so strongly. Ever. I know it’s a reaction but I can’t pinpoint why.
Any thoughts?
It makes no sense to me. I was not attracted to her.

I’m the male half of an open marriage and I’d like to tell some true stories. PART 2.

This is kind of a therapy/kink thing for me, and I’m living sort of a secret life. I can’t talk to very many people about this stuff. My wife doesn’t like the gory details, even though we’re in an open marriage.

Names are changed to protect the slutty…

My first story was about meeting Kendra. This story is about my 2nd encounter with her. They were all kind of a blur, and took place within a couple months. I’d reach out to her every few weeks and we’d hook up. We both seemed to be in a good place and were into it.

She is a great woman, and we we could bounce stories and conversation off each other with ease. But at the end of the day, for me, it was all about the sex. She didn’t seem to have an issue with our arrangement, so we got together and mostly just fucked.

I [M] like to have women use me as their personal on-call oral servant. I have 4 current partners and have had 7 total in the last 2 years. (Long post ahead)

My favorite thing to do intimately is to eat pussy. A few years ago I stopped trying to find regular hookups on tinder and such and started looking for something more specific. I decided it would be fun to be used simply for their pleasure, on their terms. They get my number, and then they can text me any day they’d like and I go to their place and bury my head between their thighs until they tell me to stop. Then I leave. It’s as simple as that, and I love it. Or course, other things sometimes end up happening, but only if my partner is the one to initiate it. I never ask for anything more than lie between their legs and please them. Surprisingly, a lot of women are very interested in an offer like that opposed to a regular hookup and I’ve had a very positive reception from the women I’ve messaged, even if they aren’t interested for whatever their reason may be. I prefer them to show me an STD/STI test that is fairly recent (I offer to pay for one if they haven’t had a test recently) and then then fun can begin. I’ve had 7 different partners for this since I started doing it and I currently have 4 and they make a very diverse group of people. They all know that I have the same agreement with other women, but only two of them know each other (2 current ones)