Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F] Part 61

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=== ***Bella*** ===

“Did you have fun?”

“Yes. Yes I did. Did you sleep alright?”

“Pretty good. This is kind of weird, like do I have a split personality or something?”

“I mean, I guess you do. Or we do. Huh. Can I see him again sometime?”

“Chris? Of course! I know he loves you, and it wouldn’t be fair to keep you away from him.”

“Aww, thanks. Oh, he gave me a name! Well, he gave me our middle name.”

“Our middle name? Marie? So you’re going to go by that name?“

“Do you mind?”

“Of course not. I’m glad you had fun, but I need to come back.”

“I know. Thanks for letting me see him again. I’ll talk to you soon. I think I’ll go and sleep since Honey didn’t really let me sleep.”

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It’s surreal. When I came too, I felt refreshed. Imagine going to the best masseuse that money can buy and letting them work out all of my stress and worry, then you lay down in the most comfortable bed and sleep, uninterrupted, the entire 8 hours. That is what waking up today felt like.

[M]e Watching Two Bisexual Women Fuck at a Festival. [voyeurism]

This is an account of voyeurism where the couple was having sex outside, and/or with open windows/doors. I never made eye contact (other than telling the “top” hello while walking pass once) or had any type of communication at all about the watching, but lots of other people were passing by during this mostly outdoor sex, and even 3 of their camp mates, while seated 20′ away around an ice chest or something, watched the most vigorous action that happened in front of a tent. The camp mates didn’t show much interest though (two pretty women and one handsome and likely gay guy wearing a rainbow tutu). The two women seeing the action seemed slightly surprised, yet also not offended. They just had to turn their neck a bit to see the action, but they didn’t always keep watching.

As for the couple having sex, I refer to them as bisexual in the title, but they very well could identify as queer or pansexual.

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Now, the happenings!

Meeting Caitlyn For Lunch (Sequel Part 1) (MF) (Wholesome)

# Intro

Hi everyone, about a year ago I wrote the story “Meeting Caitlyn For Lunch”. It was fairly popular here but I was getting burnt out and decided to end it. Recently I’ve had the itch to start writing again and decided to pick the old story up. (Just a note, these parts are going to be around 1000 words, whereas the previous stories parts were around 2000. It just makes it a little easier for me to split up.)

I’ve linked all the parts of the original story below, I’ve tried to write these new parts so you don’t *need* to go back and read them, but it certainly would help. If you like the story or have any comments please comment on the posts or dm me, I’m certainly open to criticisms!

PREVIOUS PARTS:

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/mymomsthrowaway/comments/uy54my/meeting_caitlyn_for_lunch_part_1_wholesome/) – [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/mymomsthrowaway/comments/uy55qj/meeting_caitlyn_for_lunch_part_2_wholesome/) – [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/mymomsthrowaway/comments/uy5618/meeting_caitlyn_for_lunch_part_3_mf_wholesome/) – [Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/mymomsthrowaway/comments/uy56aa/meeting_caitlyn_for_lunch_part_4_mf_wholesome/) – [Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/mymomsthrowaway/comments/uy56m6/meeting_caitlyn_for_lunch_part_5/) – [Part 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/mymomsthrowaway/comments/uy56wy/meeting_caitlyn_for_lunch_part_6_m19_f18/) – [Finale](https://www.reddit.com/r/mymomsthrowaway/comments/uy57ad/meeting_caitlyn_for_lunch_finale_m19f18/)

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# Meeting Caitlyn For Lunch (Sequel Part 1)

Bringing home a gift for Dave {creampie}{caught}

Time crunched, but I had to swing by the store for dog food. I snatched my bag out of the front seat in case and luckily I walked in to a rather empty store. Did a quick walk about and found Tony the manager. With a quick wink, I asked him if he had a few minutes for me. He enthusiastically agreed, following me back through the store.

I let myself in his office, with him hot on my heels. It’s a tiny space with a large desk to match the broad shouldered guy behind me. Happy with our usual routine, I quickly dropped my pants and bent over his desk. One thing I liked about Tony was his fast response. Just the walk back to his office had him hard. He quickly slid his solid width into my eager pussy. Knowing we were time crunched, he pounded into me, the stretching weight so fulfilling. I was egging him on, begging for a cum filled pussy when the door swung open to frame Andy, the new assistant manager.

Me and my SO [Group] popped our swinging cherry at a sex club last night.

**LOOOONG Backstory (sorry, I just started typing and couldn’t stop. You can skip this bit, it’s not that interesting)**

Me and my SO are both bi and so ever since the start of our relationship 4 years ago, we’ve had an understanding that we are free to do anything with people of the same sex, and, because we’re not too worried about that, also members of the opposite sex. However, until recently, we hadn’t really discussed this to any great length or acted on it.

We’re soon going on a holiday to Amsterdam where, last time I went, before we were together, I enjoyed the company of a ladyboy hooker. My SO loved this idea as she’d never been with a ladyboy, and wanted to do this herself. Knowing that she can be a little shy at times (she’s been getting steadily better over the past 4 years), I realised that there’s a good chance that she’d be too worried to suggest doing anything while we were there, and I really didn’t want her to come home regretting missing the opportunity.

Up at the lake with Mae – part. 15 [Group]

([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) – [part 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uwa6gc/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_7_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uwrmwa/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_8_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 9](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ux2xwz/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_9_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 10](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uxtifs/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_10_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 11](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uyhivn/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_11_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 12](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uzkg5e/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_12_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 13](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uznu39/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_13_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 14](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v06m6y/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_14_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3))

Other than the *cum-in-my coffee* issue, the morning was uneventuful. Not lame, just nothing to write home about.

Mae and I went out for an early run, back for another short breakfast topped with a good amount of fresh orange juice, a quick shower and back to the beach.

We talked shit, laughed a lot, discussed movies, music, mutual friends, whatever. The basic of our friendship I’d say. Of course, I could feel a stronger bond between me and Mae, but I wasn’t obsessed with figuring out what was on the cards.

It all changed around luchtime.

We’d grabbed smoothies from the infamous beach bar and were just basking in the sun. It was another scortching day.

*D’you know Parrot Island?*, she asked out of the blue, pointing to an indistinguished spot on the horizon.

*Yeah, that one out there. A private island or something.*

*It’s just.. remote, not private.*

The Hero Has But One Weakness (TLoZ) [FM] [build-up] [femdom] [male focus]

*As Link and Zelda explore Hyrule on a scientific mission, Link’s combat abilities start to suffer. What could be wrong with the hero?*

 

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The Princess was on her knees, staring into the water. A soft but forceful wind blew over a sunny day in Hyrule. The Knight stood watch, as the Princess rolled up her right sleeve, and positioned her hand above the water, ready to grab her specimen should it present itself. She and her father-mandated escort had been traveling for the past week, exploring all manner of things that the princess had previously only read about within the safety of Hyrule Castle. The Knight had already proven himself in a fight with several Yiga clan members, but he was a terrible conversationalist, and had seemingly no scientific acumen.

 

She spotted the target of one of numerous studies she wanted to conduct on her trip, and her hand dove into the water.

 

“Got one!” She exclaimed, standing and turning towards Link, who looked back at her skeptically. “This species can augment your ability to hold your breath for extended periods of time.” She said, with her posh royal accent. Link smiled slightly and crossed his arms.

Blackmailed. Part 6 [F-Dom, Humi, Blkml]

Part 6

Off we trot. Walking in and heading straight for the lingerie section. Which is surprising large.

She tells me to grab a basket on our way.

She starts to pick out some thongs, lacy french knickers, high waisted ones. They’re all frilly, pink, red, some black but all very feminine. Over to the bras, she picks out more in the size we had been advised and she threw some extra stockings in for good measure.

The basket is getting quite full. I’ve no idea how much it will come to. Or where on earth I’m going to put it all.

As if on queue. “Don’t worry dear, you’ll keep most of them at mine. We’d best get you some everyday ones too” she chuckles.

I have momentary sense of panic as a helpful staff member makes her way over to use. She’s in her 50s at least, although still very attractive.

“May I help at all”

“Possibly. My husband here likes to wear lingerie. Perhaps more than I do. He hasn’t quite got the figure for it. What would you recommend? Something sexy ideally” she laughs.

The planned office meeting [T/MF] [Crossdressing] [Toys] [First Person]

Straightening my skirt and easing the creases out against my thighs, I glance in the mirror at my overall appearance. For a brief second I panic, thinking I’m overdressed for the occasion. Thoughts rush through my head.

What if I’ve misread the situation? Maybe this will be a big mistake and ruin so much of my life?

I’ve lived with these types of thoughts for so many years now and I really need to let them go but if I want to be happy and true to myself then I need to do this. Grabbing my bag from the dresser, I leave the room and head towards the lift. Once in the lift, I check my makeup in the mirror, slip on my jacket just as the doors open on to the foyer.

Walking confidently across the reception area, I approach the doors and a man walking in holds the door back, gestures for me to proceed whilst flashing me a smile. Smiling back I carry on out the hotel and onto the pavement. I tempted to glance back to see if he’s checking me out but now isn’t the time nor the place for that. I must stay focused on the task ahead.

Late Night at Dance – An Adult Themed ballet fantasy (MF)

Frustration rolls through me, I’ve been here for hours. My body is aching and I know there is no end in sight. Deciding to take a break, slowly I walk over to my phone and switch off the music tormenting me, finding instead a new favorite.

Sighing, I stand at the bar, hoping that a little stretching will help. Rolling my neck I close my eyes and let the first throaty notes work through me.

Slowly I drag my pointe shoe up the back of my calf and thigh, letting it come to rest gently on the bar next to me. Leaning over I rest my forehead on my shin listening to the music, aching as I remember last night.

You had been rough, needing me to submit willingly, as you gripped my breasts…pinching the nipple till it stood on end begging for more. Showing you what my mouth refused to say. What I felt unworthy of telling you I needed.

Almost as if you had stepped from my mind I feel you slide a hand around my waist. Your scent is intoxicating.

“Its almost 2am, shouldn’t you be sliding down my bar?”