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Don’t Stop Now (Just A Taste continued) (M/F) (long) (realistic nurse/doctor)

Don’t Stop Now

After Wyatt is called to the desk, I let him leave first. I give it a few minutes before I walk out trying to keep it from being obvious we were together. As I stand there in the closet alone, I lean against the wall and relish in what just happened. I don’t honestly think I can get enough of that man. The chemistry between us is almost tangible. The longer I think about it the more I feel my pussy swell and ache for his touch. I slide my hand into my scrubs slipping my middle finger into my dripping wet slit. I feel my hood piercing and press down. It send a jolt of pleasure throughout my body. I could easily stand here and make myself cum, but I want to wait for him. I enjoy the sweet torment of the tension that builds. I slide my hand back out, fix my scrubs and hair, and walk back out to the nurses station. Read more »

I’ll suck anything over 6inchs [MF]

Hi guys, so I posted this in sex stories and they seemed to like it. Thought I would post it here see if you do. It’s a true story and we still get together now (it is written out long). We were talking this morning and she said she would like to do one from her point of view… let me know what you think… she is also wanting to start an onlyfans with me so ye…. think it was a good idea to post the story ??

So I was at a party before all this covid stuff and my ex was there.
Now when we got together when I was 16 I was a virgin and we tried to do stuff but I was that nervous I just couldn’t get it up.

Now I am a grower not a shower, so my cock is about 2 1/2 soft maybe 3… but hard I am close to 7 1/2.

Now we broke up and she told everyone I have a little dick.

Now I am 28, learnt what I have and I guess learnt from this less confident time to perform not just ‘bring the goods’. Read more »

I Fucked a [M]ilf Who Would not Stop Squirting (Part II)

Got some interest in my [initial post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o8mn1h/i_fucked_a_milf_who_would_not_stop_squirting/), so I decided to post the second and sadly the last time I met with the milf who would not stop squirting.

After our first meeting, we stayed in touch texting on and off. She made a joke that I should call when I was ready for round 2, but our schedules never worked for us to meet. Our texting went stall for about a month and I got ghosted for another month or so. I thought all was lost, but I reminisced about our encounter one afternoon and decided to check on her. After a few hours, she texted back. We texted throughout the night and she mentioned that she was going through a lot with her daughter and just needed space and a friend to talk to. I offered to be a friend whenever she needed to talk. We texted for a couple of weeks and she asked me out for dinner. Read more »

The girl in the yellow dress [MF]

She’d always been a bit quieter than her friends, often preferring her own thoughts to idle conversation. Her imagination was vivid. She’d conjure up intricate fantasies to pass time. Living in a small town, she could never really experiment with guys. People talked too much. She didn’t want to feel ashamed of her desires, if they were to get out.

She’d find solace under the covers. Laying down early at night, the silky sheets against her skin, as she allowed her mind to run free. Her hands would slowly explore her body, running her delicate fingers on her neck and collarbone, working her way down ever so slowly. She’d let some of the darkness overcome her, wanting to give herself to some unknown figure. Taking all he wanted. She felt her sweet little folds start to get wetter, after the first imagined touch on her skin. Needing his large hands to take control, as she felt giddy and nervous, unsure of what’s to come, but knowing she’d do all she could to please. Hours would pass, as she would enslave herself to fulfilling the desires of this unknown man. She wordlessly promised him her body, knowing she was all his. And then, after several climatic moments, she’d adjust and be back to her usual self, swept up in thoughts of her tedious life. Read more »

Midnight Snack (Another Meating With Marcus)

The black S550 pulled directly up to the walkway leading up to Swerve, Chicago’s hottest new club. Tucked away in Wrigleyville, it was just close enough to Marcus’ Magnificent Mile hotel room not to be inconvenient. Marcus glanced in the middle rear view mirror at his friend Jay’s tight ass pumping into a stockinged pair of white legs that belonged to Kelsey, Jay’s groupie for the night. Marcus may have been the football star, but his boys were all successful in their own right and had no problem pulling women themselves.

“We’re here, you two.”

Marcus was bold enough to open the door and exit the vehicle. He looked over the car at the line outside of Swerve and took it in. It was a dope crowd and he was definitely going to score a touchdown tonight. He glanced at his watch briefly enough to gather that it was about 10:30 and looked back inside the car, where he saw an even bolder Jay taking the last few pumps necessary to fill Kelsey with what felt like a gallon of cum. Read more »

Midsummer story [Maledom]

It’s a Midsummer night. Pale sunlight beams through a cloudless sky. The air is still warm on this nightless night. People are drinking and dancing by the diminishing bonfire. The nature in Northern Finland blooms; willow trees are waving in the wind, building the mystical atmosphere, and the scorching heat of the day has replaced by a calm, fresh air. There’s definitely some magic in the air.

Saana is sitting and watching others, wearing a mysterious smile on her face. The wind makes her white, long summer dress caress her skin softly. She’s still breathing heavily for joining the dancing just a little bit earlier.

Saana is actually kind of anxious to go to bed. There was this ancient saying, that if girl gathers seven different sex toys under her pillow, a partner of her dreams appears. This was a first Midsummer when she surrendered to the superstitious traditions; she carefully picked seven of her favorite toys under her pillow. Even though Saana didn’t believe in the old saying, she still feels her panties getting wet by thinking about her toys. Hell, if that man doesn’t appear, I’m going to play with them myself, she thinks. She wishes everyone a good night and goes straight to her bed. Read more »

A day after my [F26] brother’s wedding, his best friend [M29] fingered me [FM]

This happened some years ago, I was 26 and my older brother was getting married to his long-time girlfriend. Everybody was stressing out about the wedding, except probably me; I’ve never been a fan of those sorts of events so I just couldn’t care less about the whole thing. The day came and went, and it was a nice, normal wedding. Their honeymoon was supposed to be 2 days after the wedding because they wanted to spend some time with their families and friends, since they lived in another city.

The day right after the wedding, we stayed at our grandparent’s old house, my brother, his wife, two of their friends and me. We spent the day at the pool, made a barbecue, and were talking and drinking the entire day. My brother and his friends have known each other since they were kids, so I also know them very well, they were almost part of our family. And one of them was really hot, I always had a bit of a crush on him: he was around 1.80m, kinda dark blond hair, green eyes, and a fit but natural body. He was like a ladies’ man when we were in school; every girl wanted to have this Italian guy (both his parents were Italian) as a boyfriend or as a lover, so he definitely liked to play around. But nothing ever happened between us because I always saw him as one of my brother’s best friends, and also because he was usually with one or several girlfriends, so there was never the chance, I guess. Until that day… Read more »

Taming of the Fox

( M/f, noncon, bondage, orgasm control/denial, aphrodisiac, humiliation, mindbreak, magic)

For years, the fox spirit Kyu had been terrorizing a small village. She would come in the night, seduce the men, and trick them into giving her anything she pleased. Or worse, sometimes cursing some unfortunate fellow. She gave no thought of her sick games, considering the mortal townspeople beneath her.

The town had had enough, but whag could they do? They were simple laborors, farmers. They were no match for the spirit’s powerful magic. Word spread of the town’s despair, and eventual the story of the terrible Fox Witch reached the renowned monster hunter, Yurio.

Yurio was a young man, in his early 30’s. He’d hunted and killed many monsters and demons. His skills would usually cost thousands, but this… Yurio decided he would do for free. He had just the plan for the trouble making fox spirit. He traveled to the town, gathered everyone to the town square. He told them not to leave their houses that night, and to place a bunch of valuables in a tent in the center of town.

“Don’t worry,” he assured the worried townfolk. “all your belongings will be returned to you come morning.” Read more »

(MM) A change of colours

Bass was vibrating through my whole body as I slowly went down the concrete stairs. My head still felt heavy from heartbreak and daytime drinking. After spending days in a small dark flat and crying out my eyes between periods of depression naps it was almost as if I wasn’t used to standing up straight. Six years of relationship went down the drain as my mind slowly dripped into the gutter. Finally after two weeks a friend had finally broken through the thick haze around my eyes, thrown me into a shower, dressed me up and led me to a local club. The music would cure me he said.

And it worked. After drinking myself into a mood the beats had managed to hijack my body and I felt at home between the hot grinding bodies. Just as I caught myself enjoying the whole messy bun of meat and feelings I felt a hand on my behind. Quickly watching around if my friend or one of his accomplices was playing a trick on me I noticed no familiar faces. Was it maybe a girl? No, they knew how terrible it was to be groped on the dance floor. Or was someone taking revenge on men? Confused I turned completely around and the hand disappeared unseen. No one was paying attention to me, all caught up in their dancing. Only some nerdy, scrawny looking dude was looking up, gave me a confused or maybe shy smile but quickly concentrated back on his friends. He didn’t look like he was the type to feel up some men. Read more »