A Mild squeeze [MF]

It was my first year in college when I first met her. Never realised that I willl be lying next to her in bed around a year later.

I went to college in another state, so it was the first time I stayed by my own. She was the mother of my friend. And I went to home a fair number of times, for homework, gaming etc. Once she came to know I was living in my own I got invited to dinners until it became a regular thing (She’s the kind of person who never took no for an answer)

She’s not your gym going MILF or a BBW but she’s in the middle. She’s a plain Jane, chubby, an infectious smile, down to earth person. Her husband passed away years and years back but she never chose to remarry. She does smoke one cigarette a day (her only vice, as she says).

My wife shares me with her sister [MF]

A few years back my wife’s older sister came to stay with us for a few weeks. She was moving across the country and her lease ended a month before her new job opened up, so she crashed at our place for a bit. She’s similar to my wife, physically. Both petite, slim, with a bit of curves. But personality-wise, they couldn’t be more different. My sister in law Nina could be somewhat combative. She’s definitely got a soft center but she puts up a tough outer shell. At times she lets down her guard and comes to us for help, advice, whatever, and the real her comes through. More often than not, though, it’s masked under layers of sarcasm and dry wit, which makes her a fun sparring partner to joke around with, but can be somewhat exhausting at times.

In any case, her and I never really had much of a relationship outside her sister. So having her around at first was a bit awkward. At times my wife would be at work and it would just be the two of us sitting around watching tv or scrolling mindlessly on our phones with no words spoken for hours. My wife noticed the silence between us and one day on her way out whispered to me, “Try to talk a bit with Nina. You know she has trouble opening up with people, maybe just go out for dessert or something together?”

[MF] I [27M] fucked both my exes [25F] in the same week

My first ex and I, let’s call her Alisha, dated for about 1 year. She’s 25 years old, 5’11, “lightskin” mixed black girl with stunning green eyes, curly hair, beautiful long legs, with always tan skin. Toned ass and legs and small titties. I’d call her beyonce sometimes.

My second ex, let’s call her Maria, is also 25 years old, about 5’3, latina, small and petite with decently large C or D cups on her small frame with a peach shaped booty. We dated for 2 years and just recently broke up a couple months ago.

As for me, I’m 6’3, “lightskin” mixed black guy, athletic build from sports my whole life, with a 8.5 inch BBC.

Alisha and I had a rocky relationship, but without a doubt we had the most amazing sex, a minimum of at least once a day. This was probably why our relationship lasted so long, even through all the fighting. Maria and I had basically the opposite: a good, wholesome relationship, but I just lost all excitement in it. She was a bit self conscious and not as open sexually, though when she did let all her inhibitions go we did have some amazing sex, but that was only every once in a while. Eventually I just couldn’t take it anymore feeling like just friends half the time, so broke it off.

I was a divorcee about to turn 30 who had just moved to Los Angeles and didn’t feel worth a dollar. She was a co-worker at the new office who I found out had recently retired from collecting dollars in her garter. We both found value in each other we didn’t know we had. [MF]

This was more than a few years ago, as I was freshly divorced, and, in the fallout from the divorce I had decided to move across the country to a job I found in Los Angeles. I think it was fair to say I was bringing a lot of shame with me when I came over, living in a nice apartment in a slightly less-nice part of the city and starting over at a small company. My experience as a Southernor trying to date in LA was decidedly messy. I certainly didn’t act or dress like the people here, and I felt like everyone I met was way out of my league. I had a fantastic pre-social media ghosting where one girl who was truly amazing vanished as I was paying the bill. It wasn’t a great time, and I quickly was giving hope of finding anyone any time soon, and instead decided to focus on work, where at least professionally I had gotten myself on the fast track with the boss.

Losing my v-card to a stranger [fm]

So this sub is what got me into Reddit. I’m an early riser and when I was with my ex I used to wake up, have coffee, read sexy stories, and then go wake him up with my wet pussy.

Anyhoo, this story is not about him but about the time I lost my virginity to a stranger at a concert.

I was 18 and wild by most standards, but still a virgin and a little upset about it. My school only had one guy that I had a crush on but he was very much taken and pretty sure he didn’t know I existed, I ended up getting that guy but that’s a story for another time.

Maybe a little about me, I’m 5’8 medium to thin build, wavy dark brown hair, b cups and a big tight ass, I basically look the same now somehow. At 18 I had just grown out of my ugly duckling stage and had started figuring out I was on the hot side of things.

[MFF] I (23M) was seduced by my Friends with Benefits’ (22F) best friend (22F)

*Real events, fake names.*

So, I have been in a no-strings-attached, Friends with Benefits arrangement with a fellow student at my university, with whom I share several classes, since Spring semester. Her name is Rachael and she and I started out with a flirty chat when she sat next to me in a lecture. This led to me asking for and receiving her number, which led to drinks, which led to other extracurricular activities. She is tall, with dark brunette hair, and fit with an athletic body. She is very in-tune with her sexuality, too. She made it clear from the beginning that she liked me but, despite that and all the fun we were having, wanted to keep things casual, open, and noncommittal. Frankly, I was impressed with how she was so upfront about her stance and feelings and I agreed to keep the outlined arrangement. She suggested that we both go get tested for STDs and clarified that while she does routinely take birth-control, she would appreciate it if I used condoms, and to those things I also agreed. Things have been working out great for several months; we are good friends that fuck and that is all it needs to be. Then, the following happened about a month ago.

Reconciliation [FMF]

My girlfriend, Anne, and I had broken up. But we kept running into each and the [previous night we’d had a threesome with Anne’s friend Lindsay](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rdo44t/breaking_up_fmf/). It hadn’t finished the best possible way, as Lindsay had run out afterwards. She thought of herself as completely straight and had been shocked and horrified that she had an earth shattering orgasm on Anne’s tongue.

So, I was more than a little surprised when the girls came over to my house the next night. They brought some wine and some food and we set up a little picnic in front of the TV while we watched a movie. Very little was said.

When Lindsay went to find a bottle opener I asked Anne what the hell was going on.

“Lindsay and I talked. We decided that we have the potential to be really good friends and that we didn’t want last night to ruin it. But it was still awkward to hang out so we decided that, as the only person who knew what was going on, you could be a buffer.”

“Thanks a bunch.” I muttered. Lindsay came back just then and we finished the bottle in record time. I went to scrounge up some beer before the opening credits had even finished.

First Inkling [MF bondage Contortionism]

This was way back in the days when people wrote email the way they still used to write letters. They had met online by first commenting on each other’s blogs. Soon they were emailing in the evening after work/school. They started speaking by phone. They spent countless hours talking the nights away. Her voice was soft: her words sophisticated. Sharp. Droll. Sometimes, over the phone, she would read to him; she read a lot—more than anyone he had known until then, or-thereafter. Both of them were too shy to send a picture, but really, they just enjoyed their time together and didn’t want to ruin things so quickly. Listening to her voice, he became infatuated with her enunciation and tone. Although he tried, he could not imagine—other than her being white—what she looked like.

He bought an airplane ticket and flew to Minneapolis, Minnesota which he had only known about from listening to “A Prairie Home Companion” radio show when he was a kid, as his family would drive an hour, after church services, to Sunday brunch. Usually, his family was able to finish eating and start the drive home in time to catch Mr.Kiellor’s monologue. To this day, one of his best memories of his family is sitting in the backseat, belly full, listening to the story of Bruno, the fishing dog.

Johnny’s Smith Life with his Two Bisexual Girlfriends – Chapter 5 – I love you Kat (Action/Slice of Life/Erotica)

You can check the rest of the story on : [https://www.scribblehub.com/series/400438/johnny-smiths-life-with-his-two-bisexual-girlfriends/](https://www.scribblehub.com/series/400438/johnny-smiths-life-with-his-two-bisexual-girlfriends/)

Day 4 Part 2

I love you Kat

Louisville Colorado

22 October 2013

” What is it?” replied Johnny, worried.

“A customer at the restaurant groped her ass.” Said Kat.

“What?!” exclaimed Johnny.

Kat explained what had occurred. How the man grabbed her butt while asking for food. And then forced himself upon her when she turned around to get something for him. Telling her to come closer and touch her inappropriately.

Kat said. “When she tried to push him off her, he hit her across the face and called her a whore. A real nasty name too. He also threatened to tell everyone that she’s been fooling around. So she ran outside crying. But no one could see where she went because all the windows are closed.”

“Oh god,” sighed Johnny. “Is she hurt?”

She paused. “…And after that, he ran out without paying anything.”

Kat cried over the phone. “Hannah has a broken nose and black eyes. They took her to hospital where doctors examined her. There are bruises all over her body too. But nobody wants to press charges because that customer is an important guy.”

Forbidden Desires Part 16

Two days ago I was a waiter at the Donkey Shoe in downtown Bellingham. Filling coffees and taking and delivering orders. Now here I was, standing in Tokyo’s Shibuya with a man magical in every sense of the word and my world turned upside down by the things that had transpired since I met Fernando. Fernando, the runaway Prince of a faraway kingdom known simply as the Providence of Rosa. Even as I look at the neon signs all I can think is that this is some dream, just like the moment when I received news that my older brother had died. The jeep he was riding in had hit a landmine, the two military attired men said to my mother and father in our living room.

“We’re so sorry for your loss, Mr. and Mrs. Martinez,” one of the men said.

My mothers cries rang out like screams as she hugged my father who just sat there in silence. My sister and I  cried in silence and my mind went back to Jose talking to me after he told me he had enlisted.