[MF] Going to Far to Fast.

Circa 2002

I was seeing a women a little more mature than myself for a few months coming off a divorce. We’d met in the gym exchanging glances. I had a thing for petite fair skin woman around the 130 mark at that time.

Probably had something to do with my ex. Big borderline Disney character size brown eyes and waist length straight strawberry blonde hair pretty much sealed my physical attraction.

We begin to chit-chat and within a week she asked me to run with her on the boardwalk. During what was a great afternoon she asked me to dinner that weekend.

She was laid back almost a little to direct but it was charming. I did sense quite a bit of reservation when we started taking about sex, which was cute but indicated a little vanilla.

Things progressed slowly, which is fine I was in mo hurry. At around the 6 week mark we began sleeping together. The first time a couple flags went up for me.

The inception of our physical relationship felt very rushed on her part. It began with a request for the lights to be turned way down. As in nearly pitch dark.

Like a Good Neighbor – Part 8 [M/F][Cheating][Caught][Oral Sex][Cum Play][L-Bomb]

I looked in the mirror as Kurt started to get dressed. His warm cum coated my face and breasts as I looked at myself in the mirror. I should be feeling ashamed, I should be feeling remorse, I should be terrified that my marriage was coming to an end. As I used a hand towel to wipe away Kurt’s cum, and quickly splashed my face with water, I started to smile. In my head, I knew smiling about this was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. Ronny had taken both of us by surprise and caught us red-handed, or in my case, cock-handed. As I wrapped a towel around myself and took Kurt’s hand into mine, I was overwhelmed with a new emotion.

I felt relieved. No more lies, no more sneaking around, no more being stuck in a loveless marriage. I had no doubt Ronny would maneuver for everything in the divorce. That was fine. Between Kurt and the baby, I had everything I’d ever wanted. My skin flushed with goosebumps as the exhilaration and excitement of this moment had finally arrived.

“Well, let’s get this over with,” I said as I stood on my tiptoes and kissed Kurt on the cheek.

Wild thing…..[M/F] [Dom/sub]

” Well, well, well……..what in the fuck do we have here? Decided to throw a tantrum did we?”

His eyes scour over the mess that used to be their bedroom. Clothes were thrown everywhere, books crashed to the floor, sheets torn off the bed, shoes flung around. And in the midst of all the chaos there she was waiting for him with fire in her eyes trying to burn through him. She was wearing one of his white v neck shirts with boy short sheer panties and her the most fiersome look on her face. *oh look she is ready to fight. How cute* He smirks at her just to take the tension to the next level.

” Don’t you FUCKING dare smirk at me.”

” Why darling…..” He says as he wades through the mess…..” I’m just merely smiling because of how adorable you look. I’ve missed you.” He takes his shoes off, then starts undoing the buttons on his shirt, still smirking like the cat that ate the canary.

” Missed me?! MISSED ME!! I show up at your office today decked to the fucking nines, ready to play and you have the audacity to tell me to go home?!”

New Record Set: 48 Hrs No Cumming! (Part 1) [M/F, Edging, Tease and Denial]

It’s barely morning here, and I am sipping an energy drink while enjoying a nice and chill stroking session. 

Last two days have been crazy for me, with my partner challenging me to refrain from cumming for an entire weekend… while she teased me to idiocy.
As soon as we woke up on Saturday morning, she lay on my stomach and began kissing my face and neck, all the while caressing my entire body, carefully avoiding my raging morning wood.
In a matter of instants, I found myself groaning softly as my cock twitched and throbbed, the pressure in my bladder becoming close to unbearable. 

Then, she did something that is threatening to make me explode even now.

She smiled at me, gently placing her hand on my naked groin, so that my glans was grazing the inside of her palm.
When her lips locked with mine, and her tongue began swirling in my mouth, I simply lost control.
My heart was pounding like a tribal drum, sending the blood beating into my cock.

I couldn’t breathe, choked by my own arousal, unable to keep my moans from escaping my throat, and incapable of keeping my hands off her body.

My Cheeky Writing Habbit

I used to be like many of you. Going about my average day doing average things. Interviewing people and researching topics to fill the column of an online magazine; drinking at a filthy downtown bar for the aesthetics; and making frivolous conversation with frivolous people, whom I guess you could call my ‘friends, all in the hopes of making time go by a little faster. It wasn’t like I was unhappy, but my daytime activities certainly left me aching for a source of real joy. Luckily after having a few conversations and falling down a handful of risqué online rabbit holes, I knew I had stumbled upon something unique. A nook in a vast library of motivational activities. My very own combination of 11 herbs and spices to spruce up my writing. After a few weeks of going at it, I found myself drooling with anticipation during the day to indulge my newfound wicked night-time routine. It left me feeling like a sexually emancipated queen and I was eager to be crowned each night. The following is an account of one such night a couple of weeks back.

The Note (Part 1) [MF]

So It’s 21:30 and I’m knackered still working. After some gas works on the road I was going to each house to reconnect gas peoples gas supply’s. part of the job was to input data into my phone. I had about 6 more houses to visit. Knocked on the next door and a girl answered, she was about 22, 23. Not the most attractive of girls but something about her was sexy. Dark messy hair tied up. Short and a slim body. You could see that her breasts were on the smaller side. Maybe a b cup. She had a long t shirt on. It was huge. Down to her knees. And then a cast on her leg. Come to get your gas back on I said. She said thank god it’s freezing as she moved to the side to let me in. What’s happened to the leg I said. Oh I fell off a horse she laughed. Wow. I’d never get on an horse I said. And that’s why I joked. As I began to work on the gas she offered me a cuppa. No I’m ok thanks I replied. Still got a few houses to get to. She stayed with me chatting as I worked. Her parents were away and she had just moved back in after splitting with her bf. damn, Phones died. You got an iPhone charger I asked. Yeh course. She said and went into the room to fetch it. May as well have that cuppa then I said while I get some charge. She laughed. Sugar? she asked. No thanks love. Just a splash of milk. She had made the cups of tea and reached down to the fridge to grab the milk. Her long tee creeping up a bit but not enough to see anything. But as she stood back up the shirt had caught in the middle of her ass cheeks. A booty camel toe, if you will. I felt my cock twitch. We bantered and there was a bit of flirting as we sipped our tea. Then I said right I gotta go get these other houses sorted.

My Step Daughter Takes Control (Part1). A repost prior to the release of Part 4…. M/f, Light BDSM, Fetish.

This is a genuine account of an encounter with my stepdaughter. She is a very slim girl, with a highly toned, almost muscular body; she has straight, silken light brown hair and the brightest green eyes. I had always suspected that she was bi -sexual as most of her friends had been girls….

She came downstairs after her bath. I assumed she was going out- she looked stunningly beautiful and sexy. She was wearing a body tailored, green silken blouse which hugged her upper body, her wonderfully pert tits clearly visible, the buds of her nipples pressed against the material. Her top has a sheen which accentuated her movement. This was accompanied by the tightest pair of black vinyl, pvc jeans which hugged her legs, each movement of her hips reflecting the light of her thighs and ass. (She told me in the past she always wanted to wear something like this but never had the courage.) Her movement was accentuated by the thigh length leather boots and the height of the heels.

In the Office [MF]

Disclaimer: I originally posted this on gonewholesomestories, as I didn’t think it was “wild” enough for here, but I’ve decided to put it up & see what people think. If you like it, I’ll start posting further memoirs here, too. If you don’t I’ll slink back into the shadows with my tail between my legs…

Come with me, gentle reader, on a journey through the mists of time all the way back to 1997…

After leaving school & doing a few vocational courses, I ended up working in a small office in a junior position. One fateful morning, the company hired a new receptionist. A blonde haired, blue eyed vision of bubbly loveliness.

You guys like descriptions & names, yeah? Ok. In addition to what I said above, “Emily” was 20, about 5’9”, slim, long legs, cracking E cup tits & a very, very squeezable bum. When I saw her, my pupils dilated & my nuts tightened. I was smitten, lol.

We got on well. Flirted a lot, but, despite thinking she was the best thing since sliced bread, I never put any real “moves” on her, mainly because I have no game whatsoever, but also I was convinced that someone like Emily would not be interested in a shy, nerdy virgin like me. Turns out I was wrong. She eventually asked me on a date & it went very, very well.

Am I the Asshole for Not Paying my Ex for Sex [MF]

Disclaimer: This is not my story, but a crazy story a friend recently shared with me. I am a reddit user and fan so I asked them to document it for posting. This is NOT a throwaway account.

~♡~The Story~♡~

I can imagine that the title stands out. Okay so this is what happened. I (23m) occasionally text my ex (21f). She would sometimes hint at the possibility of us having sex sometimes, of course with no strings attached. Let me also mention that she does have a boyfriend(24-26?) and a kid (3) with that same boyfriend.

We were texting and I straight up asked about her coming over or if I could see her and she said I would have to pay her $150 for her company and she was dead serious. She even made it clear that she has no problem cheating on her man if she’ll be paid for it. I have a shit job so I’m making like $200 fortnightly so I thought that was way too ridiculous to consider. But I played along and spoke as if I would be okay with it. She said I should send half the money to her account like it’s some sort of down payment on the coochie and the next half after we smash. I told her I won’t be sending any money but I will pay in cash after the dirty deed was done and she agreed.

[Str8][M37][f18][Cheating][blkmail] Day time booty call

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This is part 2 in a series I’m writing. I have 4 stories planned at the moment and may add more if any ideas develop. Part one is Teen femme fatale and will add a bit more context to this encounter. It can be found on my profile or posted in this sub

It’s 10 am and I’m just sitting down for my Wednesday morning break at work. I grab my phone out of my bag and see that I have a text message from a number that I Don’t recognise. *(Unknown):The good news I’m not pregnant.* I read the message and I laugh some poor fuck dodged a bullet. I decide I best reply so that the intended receiver has a chance to get this information. *(Me):Sorry I think you have the wrong number.*

I put my phone down and pour myself a coffee and grab a sandwich out and begin to eat. Halfway through my sandwich, DING. I grab my phone and it’s the same number again but this time a video message comes through. I know I shouldn’t watch the video but my curiosity takes over and I Play the video. The video only 8 seconds long, and instantly I recognise Kirsty, now with dyed blond shoulder length hair swallowing a large dildo until the balls press against her chin. She holds it there for a second before she rocks it back and fourth in her throat. It’s a fucking hot video but the first text now overwhelms me with anger guilt and fear.