My sister dumped him three weeks ago after catching him texting other girls. He’s been blowing up her phone ever since, but tonight at 2 a.m. the doorbell rings.

I’m the only one home, in tiny sleep shorts and a tank, no bra. Peek through the peephole: it’s him.

I should ignore it. Instead I open the door a crack.

“I just need to talk to her,” he slurs, with a voice crack.

“She’s not here.”

He looks at me, really looks, eyes dropping to my hard nipples, then back up. “Fuck… you look just like her when she’s pissed.”

I should shut the door. Instead I step aside. “Come in.”

He stumbles to the couch, I pour him water. Sits too close, hand on my bare thigh “for balance.”

One touch and the air changes.

He kisses me sudden, desperate, tasting like cigarets and regret. I kiss back harder.

Clothes gone in seconds: my shorts ripped off, his jeans around his ankles. He pushes me onto the living room rug, spreads my legs wide, thick, rock hard, rubs the head through my lips once, finds... continue reading

Let me start with my age. I'm 54. I recently went to the countryside to get some heating installed at our dacha. They put me up with an old lady who lived next door. She was an ordinary old lady, and very easy to talk to. She often used swear words in conversation, making jokes. Her jokes were often below the belt. She was pleasant-looking, plump, with a huge ass and seven-cup breasts. Her name was Anna Semyonovna. I arrived at the site in the late afternoon. When we sat down to dinner, she poured me a shot and shared it with me. I thanked her for the treat and went to bed. The next morning, my hostess woke me to the clatter of dishes as she bustled about in the kitchen. A light breakfast and I was already at the site, which was located on the neighboring property. I worked all day, breaking only for lunch. “And I’m following you,” I heard Anna Semyonovna’s voice as I was installing the fasteners. “What is it?” I responded. "Okay, it's time for lunch. War is war, but lun... continue reading

It's been 3 weeks since I last saw Chris, my son's good friend. He had just finished fucking me when I told him that my husband knew what was going on. He’s been texting me relentlessly wanting the chance to fuck me again. I’ve been playing it coy, sometimes answering right back, and sometimes waiting a few days to reply.

Chris lives in town, but has been avoiding coming by the house because he is concerned about seeing my husband. This has been the subject of many of our texts. But still, he is being persistent about needing to fuck me again. I’ve been playing in to it, telling him everything with my husband SHOULD be fine and not to worry about it. My husband is a rather large man, so he is right to be a little concerned.

With the holiday coming, and my kids coming home, I knew I would be seeing him Saturday night, so I sent him a video of me playing with myself, just to get things stirred up a bit. It worked, as you can imagine. He has been texting me non-stop.

My son arrived hom... continue reading

Remember Mark, my sugar daddy who catfished me on Hinge, ditched me at a Miami swinger club to get used by strangers, used my little sister Ashley (18f) for a night, and got me to sleep with his son Tim when his wife came home early? Yeah, that asshole.

Last week, he texted me out of nowhere: “Kayla, sorry, but this isn’t working. You’re just too much for me. I need something more exclusive and stable.”

I laughed so hard I almost choked. Too much? From the man who got off watching cum leak out of me while his friends took turns on me? Yeah, sure, he's most likely just stressed his wife is on us and getting suspicious. Well, I still had his son’s number. Tim had been sending me “hey” texts with blushing emojis ever since that night I spent with him, clearly dying for more. So I hit him back: “Hey cutie 😉 Your dad and I are done. Wanna come over to my place tonight and hang out?”

Instant reply: “Omg yes please.”

He showed up an hour later, looking shocked when I opened the door in my... continue reading

"We're going to play a game today," my wife told me after we'd finished brunch one hot summer weekend morning, her voice laced with that mischievous edge that always set my pulse racing. "It just so happens that one of the largest dance competitions in the region is downtown."

"And …?" I raised an eyebrow, sipping my coffee, curious where this was headed.

"… and my friend from college, Kristy, is a dance mom!" Her eyes sparkled, daring me to catch up.

"You're going to have to spell this out for me. Are we hanging out or something? What game?"

My wife flashed a wicked smile, then slid something across the table. I glanced down—a room key, sleek and black, from an upscale hotel just down the street from the competition venue. My heart skipped a beat.

"I packed all our swim stuff, a change of clothes, and a few other things," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry murmur. "Consider this an early birthday gift. This is the hotel where all the dance teams stay. They have a roof deck... continue reading

The beach was crowded. On this day, as luck would have it, the sun was merciless, forcing my friend and I to bury ourselves in the sand to avoid direct sunlight on our tender, youthful bodies. Vova and I were inseparable, so wherever he went, I went too. It was the same this time. Having suggested we take a stroll to the beach, I agreed without hesitation to what I considered a rash and ill-timed excursion. But there was no time to whine about it, as I was intrigued by the girls in bathing suits who seemed drawn to stroll by our lounge chair. I was certainly happy with the situation, but I wanted more. And I wanted instant, uncontrollable sex with these long-legged, busty furies. But this remained just an unrealizable fantasy, considerably overheated by the hot, parching sun. Having stopped dreaming of the impossible, I turned my attention to the next group of girls walking along the sand, deftly twisting their buns, inflaming in me the desire to make full use of their asses. "G... continue reading

I'm 24, I have been dating my boyfriend for two years and in a long distance relationship for about six months. We get together once or twice a month and try to make the most of it when we visit each other. He brought up he wouldn't mind me hooking up with other people as long as he knew about it and I'd show him what happened. I wasn't actively looking for someone online to hook up with and decided to just let it happen if it comes along.

I went on a work trip with my older coworker. He's in his thirties and married. Rumor was him and his wife were swingers and I heard from this of all people, someone in HR when her friend almost hooked up with him and his wife. During our trip, we had some drinks at the hotel bar. I was getting really buzzed and tried to be flirty with him. I would put my hand on his knee or lean my head on his arm when he said something funny. There was a pause, and I mumbled if he wanted to come back to my room while I rubbed my foot on his shin.

He looked at me... continue reading

Abeba is 23 years old. Black skin. If Latika's was chocolate brown, Abeba's was a dark brown. She has a big butt, large breasts, and is probably as tall as Manana, with large, full lips and dandelion-like hair like all African women. Her father was the African ambassador to our city, so when she came of age, he brought her here to study, especially since she had a passion for archaeology. There was much unexplored back home in Africa. I'd always had my eye on her; I liked that type of girl. It was probably because of Manana. Abeba spoke fluent Russian with a slight accent. This is probably my favorite story from my diary, I have never had sex like this with anyone, Manana and my aunt don’t count. So one day, when the higher mathematics lesson ended, the teacher asked me to stay a little longer. "Maxim, I have a task, or rather a request. I simply don't have time at work, let alone with tutoring at home. There's an African girl named Abeba in her second year;... continue reading

I met Natasha through social media. We chatted about all sorts of nonsense—work, her husband, everyday matters. She seemed so trusting, so naive. I quickly feigned friendship while I got access to her phone. And that's where the gold emerged: intimate photos, videos with her husband, Igor. She looked so uninhibited and juicy in them. In short, it was prime blackmail material. I immediately realized this was what I needed. The game began. I told Natasha that I knew about her intimate life, and if she didn't do what I said, all the photos would go straight to her closest relatives—parents, colleagues, friends. The whole family would be in shambles. At first, she was shocked, crying in the chat, begging me not to do it. But I'm tough; if you don't do what I ask, I'll leak everything. I asked her to send me her husband, for sexual pleasure and to fulfill my dirty fantasies... But that bitch wouldn't agree at all... I had to involve my husband Igor, sending him sc... continue reading

To start, I’m a man who enjoys a decent backstory, so if you’d like to skip right to the dirt, find the line.Back in my sophomore year of college, I had recently been dumped by my first and only girlfriend. It was a high school thing that didn’t survive the college experience as so many don’t. This left me with three things: a bruised ego, a starving cock, and an over abundance of time on my hands. The first two I simply tried to remedy with frequent nights out at the bar, but the excess time left me a bit listless.I was studying STEM but had always had a passion for writing, so I decided to submit a short-story to a college sponsored contest and somehow ended up as one of the finalists. Next thing I know I’m receiving information about some event I’m supposed to attend in which I will meet other finalists and read a portion of the story in front of a crowd. Not exactly my scene, but fuck it, my ego could use the boost.The night goes by without much excitement. I read my stuff along w... continue reading

Last week, I ran the Valencia Marathon in Spain, one of the world’s fastest courses. I’d trained for months to break the 3-hour barrier, and was deep in the pain cave by mile 22 when I noticed her.

She was a few strides ahead. Slim, athletic, in matching shorts and a sports bra. But it was her ponytail that caught me, the way it bounced, tied with a pink ribbon, hypnotizing. She looked strong, but something in her stride told me she was fading.

I caught up and said softly, “You’re doing great. Stick with me.”

She gave a tired nod, totally spent. But she stayed. For the next 4 miles, we gritted it out together, step by step, lungs burning, legs screaming.

We both crossed the finish line under 3 hours.

At the finish, she hugged me tight, medal swinging against my chest.

“Thank you,” she said, breathless. “I couldn’t have done it without you. I wish I had a way to return the favor.”

We smiled, exhausted, and like so many race-day connections, drifted apart in the crowd.

Hours late... continue reading

So lately I've been getting messages from people I both talk to here and there, and random people hitting me up out of the blue asking why I havent posted to this sub in so long. So figured I'd come back and share the slutty things I have been up to over the last year or so.

This summer I gave up on dating apps as a source of meeting random people to hook up with. I had watched a YT video about cultivating friendships so I wanted to spend more time with my friends and making sure those friendships were in a good place. Of course me being me and constantly horny it turned into something different.

So now I'm ready to get closer to my friends and I finally have my own place to host people whenever I want without someone complaining. I invite over my friend Jeremy to watch a baseball game. We are chilling out but with baseball there is a lot of time nothing exciting is happening.

Now I had read somewhere on reddit about "platonic blow jobs". So I turn to my friend and straight up ask h... continue reading

Hello everyone, I want to tell you a story from my life and how it all came to this. My name is Nikita, and my wife is Alina. Before I met my wife, I was a completely different person, but after meeting her, I became more domestic and calm, without the urge for adventure. We all have baggage from a past life, like all young people, alcohol, the occasional drug, but nothing more. Just for fun, as they say. Alina is a real treat, with 2.5 breasts and a big butt, weighing 70-75 kg. I like meaty women. Well, let's leave aside the life aspects, we are all gathered here for something else. Sex with my wife was amazing; we've been together for five years, and neither of us experienced any problems or loss of feelings in this regard. Until one day, I felt a wild desire, wondering what it would be like to have sex with two cocks at once, and thinking about this person being close to you, with whom you spend every day, solving family problems, and simply living life. But the thought a... continue reading

I shattered my ankle skateboarding three weeks ago full cast, crutches, can’t even pull my own pants off without help. My roommate (the one who’s been eye fucking me since move in day) volunteered to be my “nurse.”

Every night the routine: he helps me hobble to my room, sits me on the bed, carefully peels off my hoodie, then my leggings or sweats, always super respectful, eyes averted, hands gentle. I’ve been in just panties and a tank underneath, nipples hard every time because the tension is killing me.

Tonight I’m extra frustrated. pain meds wearing off, horny from boredom. He’s kneeling to slide my yoga pants down, fingers brushing my thighs more than necessary.

I catch his wrist when he gets to my hips.

“Look at me.”

He does. Eyes dark, breathing already heavier.

I let go, lean back on my elbows, spread my good leg a little.

“You can touch if you want.”

That’s all it takes.

He doesn’t ask twice. Pants off completely, panties hooked with his thumbs and yanked down slow. Ta... continue reading

Looks like I've caught the writing and reminiscing bug. This is something that happened a few months ago and was an absolute mindfuck for me. Probably the hottest and most draining single encounter I've ever had. She knows about this profile, so if you're reading this, T, hi 👋 Sex starts at /// for the lazy and horny

Like some of my previous posts, I had an r4r for post up on reddit looking for a FWB (boy is it fucking hard to find a FWB that you mutually connect with, it seems like all my experiences end in crazy women looking for a thrill. If you're in the bay area and not crazy hit me up lmao). One morning I received an extremely detailed, multi paragraph message about how much she liked what I wrote out, and how she, in her own words, "has the same kink as you, which is quite shocking". The kink in question was breeding; as somebody who's very dominant I find a woman letting me cum deep inside her as much as I want to be the ultimate form of submission. I found it cute how she tim... continue reading

...She loved taking pictures of my erect penis on her phone. Naked, without panties or a bra, she squatted and photographed it from every angle.... When it sagged, she'd wrap her lips around it again, bringing it to the desired tension, and take more pictures, experiencing indescribable pleasure.... I loved this game. Erotic mode flowed seamlessly into porn mode, and vice versa. After reviewing our sex photos, we'd once again immerse ourselves in the world of fucking, and it was a creative act, because neither of us knew how this madness would end. After the classics, I'd lay Rita naked on her back on the table, spread her legs, drop to my knees, and begin licking my admirer's genitals. I'd lick deeply and wetly, slowly dancing my tongue around her small clitoris, and launching into a swift tango with two delightful petals, deep within which her vagina glowed pink. The dark skin of my beautiful Creole wonderfully set off this pink tenderness into which I entered,... continue reading

I write gonewildstories to document great experiences, to relive them, to share their sparkling joy with others. Not *every* experience is worth writing about, however, and after a couple years I began only writing about novel experiences or superlatives. So while I haven’t written a story in a year, having sex eight times in the span of about twelve hours has given me something to write about…

I met May on feeld back in August, and she said I was the first person she matched with on the first day she had it. I offered to cook for her with my opening message, and considering she hadn’t had a homecooked meal in two months, she threatened to propose to me on the spot. But not many people are keen on meeting at someone’s house for the first date, so I suggested we get drinks at a dive bar.

She looked better than her pictures. Blonde hair, blue eyes, rose gold colored glasses that framed her face beautifully. The way her eyes get wide and she opens her mouth to laugh is already burned in... continue reading

It’s a Wednesday. The university indoor pool is deserted, only the blue underwater lights on. My roommate and I sneak in with our student keycards, giggling like idiots, planning to swim and mess around.

We do a couple laps, then float in the shallow part of the pool and start truth or dare because we’re bored.

First few are dumb (truths about crushes, dare to cannonball). Then I pick dare.

He grins: “Take everything off and leave it on the deck.”

I strip under the water, toss my bikini on the tiles. He does the same. We’re both naked, hearts racing, pretending it’s no big deal.

His dare: “Meet me in the family changing room. Don’t put anything back on.”

I climb out dripping, walk barefoot across the cold deck to the private single-stall changing room. Door’s cracked open. I slip inside, lock it.

He’s already there, leaning against the bench, stroking himself slow, eyes dark. The second the lock clicks he’s on me, pushes me face first against the full length mirror, cool glass o... continue reading

During my time in college I worked at a sandwich shop to make ends meet. On the weekends we had this cashier who I would say is the definition of a pawg, just a round juicy booty. She was very easy to get along with and we became very friendly. After work on Saturday we would usually go to her house and smoke a joint or two and have endless conversation.

One Sunday afternoon while on break, she brought up a story of a recent trip to a club she took with some of her girlfriends. She mentioned some guy was hitting on her all night and she went back to her place where the guy begged to eat her ass. I wasn't expecting that to come up, but she had mentioned she continually turned down any other activity with this guy. She said she rejected the offer since he was a random guy from the club, but was turned on by the idea. We never really had any conversations like this so I didn't know what to say at first. She asked me if I had any experience which I thought was kinda funny. As a man who lo... continue reading

Artyom stepped off the commuter train with a heavy backpack over his shoulders and immediately felt the hot July air envelop his skin. The station was almost empty, just an old woman with baskets and a couple of local kids on bikes. He texted Aunt Nika to let her know he'd arrived, and a minute later he saw her white SUV pulling into the parking lot. Veronika Sergeyevna stood by the open car door, wearing a light beige dress with thin straps. Her hair was pulled back into a loose bun, and she wore large sunglasses. She looked about thirty, at most, though Artyom knew for a fact she'd turned thirty-seven in January. She'd been divorced for three years, had no caravan, and lived alone in a large house outside the city, teaching yoga in two studios. "Well, hello there, nephew!" She smiled broadly, stepped forward, and hugged him so tightly that he felt her chest spring against him. Her scent was light, citrusy, with a hint of spice. The hug lasted a couple of second... continue reading