Just out of college I got a job in my hometown, in my field of study. It was a low-paying gig, but I got to work with a lot of great people around my age. I grew particularly close with a girl named Alyx, who went to high school across town and graduated the same year as me. We didn't know each other before working together, but we became fast friends, since we often had to work alone on Sunday nights, and we had a similar sense of raunchy, horny humor. We were both dating other people when we first met, but both relationships became rocky fairly quickly. She became single a couple of months before I did, and when news spread that I was recently single, our coworkers assumed Alyx and I would start dating. Alyx and I joked about it, but neither one of us had the guts to make the move. It's not that I didn't find her attractive, but I wasn't pining for her either. This was also my first post-college job, and I wasn't sure I was ready to risk it all right out of the gate. On the ot
My boyfriend and I had been talking for a while about me putting a finger in his ass during head and last night he finally let me do it and he came so hard I think he temporarily left this plane of existence so I need to talk about it because I've been replaying it in my head all day. I love giving head. Like I don't just tolerate it, I genuinely crave having his cock in my mouth (wait not genuinely, I just really crave it, whatever the word is lol). Last night he was on his back and I was between his legs and I had a good rhythm going, my left hand on his balls massaging them, my right hand stroking his shaft in time with my mouth, spit dripping everywhere because I'm messy about it and that's how we both like it. I was sucking him deep, taking him until my nose pressed against his stomach and then pulling back slow with my tongue dragging on the underside of his cock and he was groaning and telling me how good it felt and every time he said something like that I went harder because
As this is not the sort of thing achieved without some significant preamble, there is quite a bit of context here. If you wish to skip to the heavy breathing section, feel free to skip to the dotted line below. —————————— I worked for a large multi-national company and during an expansion project I was offered a senior management role which involved moving to Shanghai, China. The role was really well paid, and well beyond my number of years experience. Being young and ambitious I jumped at the opportunity and within a few short weeks I had packed up my life in Australia and had moved to China. My new apartment in Shanghai was huge and had views of the city’s skyline - which, compared to the slow, relaxed lifestyle in Australia was very exciting for me. Australia is a country of 25 million people - and yet this single city had over 25 million people. The city constantly bustled with activities and glowed with activity at night. Being new to the city and having more money than I coul
I met this guy at the very start of college and we became close friends immediately. Study sessions, group projects, always in each other's orbit. The most physical we had ever been was a hug. That was it for four years. Nothing ever crossed a line, nothing was ever weird, we were just genuinely good friends. Last night we made plans to hang out properly for the first time in a while, dinner out and then a movie at mine. Normal friend stuff. I was not expecting anything to happen and I do not think he was either. We ended up on the couch in the basement under a blanket because it was cold and got close the way you do when you are sharing a small space. We were laughing and talking and at some point I put my head on his shoulder as a joke kind of thing and he said he had really missed hanging out with me. I said I had too. And then he kissed me. Not a peck. A real kiss. And I kissed him back immediately without thinking and then we were making out properly and clothes were coming of
Leo had been my friend for years, and suddenly, with my head on his lap and his thing almost in my mouth, my mind was filled with snapshot memories of our time together. Thirty hours building the Lego Death Star. Late nights on eBay hunting down the rare action figures he needed for his collection. Holding his hand when he cried about Sophie cheated on him with Mike. And now, this… I licked my lips. Naked from the waist down, his shorts and underwear now in a little pile on the floor somewhere, my eyes fully adjusted to the darkness of the room. His cock. And oh my god, what a cock. Maybe it was just because he was my friend, or maybe it was because I hadn’t seen one in a while, but my first thought was that Sophie was an idiot. If I had access to a cock like that I would play with it every day; tease it and cherish it and fuck it over and over and over again. But as it was, we were just friends, so I made a point of not looking at it and instead smiled sweetly at him, placin
So there we were…two friends, just lying there, his cock hard and my head on his stomach, pretending it wasn’t happening… For the longest time, I didn’t move, and neither did he. I must have taken all the willpower he possessed not to tense his cock at the sight before him; his best friend with her delicate fingers resting half on his balls and half at the base of his cock, her T-shirt almost thin enough to see through and her skirt now riding up so high he knew the exact shape and size of her underwear. And, if I had been bold enough in that moment to open my legs, he would have seen how wet it was too. Instead, I started to move my fingers. I told myself that I was just getting comfy, that I often put my hand in front of me like that when I go to sleep. After all, it was only his balls—he probably wouldn’t even notice, right? It was just my hand settling, finding a comfortable position. Only, my body was telling a different story, my clit starting to throb and pussy starting t
“Mmm…” That was the noise I made when I first woke up, which, when I look back on it now, is super embarrassing haha. At that point I didn’t know *where* I was tbh; my eyes were still closed and I had a little drool patch beneath my lips, which were pressed into the fabric beneath my head. My face was warm from whatever was beneath me, and I felt nice and comfortable and safe. I curled my toes and stretched my ankles out and yawned, opening my eyes slowly. The room was dark and my head was still heavy with sleep. Slowly, the shapes started to materialise in the darkness and I recognised where I was; Leo’s couch. Leo must have gone to bed and left me here after I fell asleep hanging out with him last night. That was sweet of him. Leo was always sweet, that’s why I liked hanging out and gaming and playing card games with him. He made me feel secure, and in all our years of friendship he had never hit on me, which I appreciated. I yawned again and brought my hand up to the pillow, pu
Bear with me because there's some background here that matters 😭 I figured out I was bi before I got to college and I'm pretty open about it, which apparently makes me interesting to a lot of people who have been sitting with questions they never had a safe person to ask. I joined the swim team this year and I am OBSESSED with these girls. Like the most beautiful group of humans I have ever been in a room with and we spend a significant portion of our time together in swimsuits which is its own situation entirely 😅 They found out I was bi naturally, just came up in a group chat conversation one night, and almost overnight girls who had been friendly before started finding reasons to be around me specifically. Asking me questions about being with girls, what it was like, whether I thought about them. Asking to room with me on away meets. I am a helper by nature 😇 The first time was my roommate at an away meet in November. We'd been lying in the dark for a while talking about nothing
This was the beginning of the year and I want to say upfront that I was very sheltered growing up, inexperienced in a way that's hard to explain if you didn't grow up the way I did, and my brother's friends coming over to hang out and play games and sometimes sleep over felt completely normal and safe to me because that's just how it always was and I never thought about any of them that way even though I noticed that some of them were attractive and one of them in particular was cute in a way I tried not to think about too much. That one ended up alone with me in my room at the start of the year when everyone else went out for food and we stayed back because neither of us felt like going. We were just talking at first and then he asked what I had and hadn't done and I told him the truth which was not much, basically nothing, and he said he could help me figure out what I liked if I wanted and I looked at him for a second and said okay and what I meant was talk me through it and what
*Skip to the \*\*\* if you just want the good stuff. Names are changed for anonymity and some dialogue is altered for dramatic effect.* * * I started my first day at Helios Supply at 8:00 am on a Monday. By 9:00 am, I was introduced to the other member of my team, Jenny. By 10:00 am, I was back on Indeed contemplating how long I could last. In truth, the job was great. Great pay, relaxed culture, good benefits, and a kind and understanding boss. The one problem was Jenny. She was critical, demanding, impatient, and flat out rude sometimes. And I had to work with her Every. Single. Day. Because our team was originally just her and our boss Gloria until I was hired on and Gloria was promoted. Throughout the first week, I bided my tongue and accepted Jenny’s criticisms. By the end of the second week, I had slowly begun to advocate for my own opinions while still taking her feedback. By the end of the third week, I was ready to explode. It was the first day of the fourth week that I
I was fully naked, lying on my back, looking at him. He wasn't reading. His book was closed on his chest and he was looking right at me. Fuck. I didn't look away. I couldn't. I let him look. I let his eyes travel down my body. I saw them linger on my tits, on my nipples, the way they rocked slightly on my large breasts with the movement of the train. His gaze moved lower, down over my stomach, to the smooth skin between my legs. I had my legs pressed together, but I knew he could still see the shape of my pussy, because so could I, and together we looked at my body. He swallowed. His hand, which had been resting on his book, tightened into a fist. He wasn't looking away. He was just looking. And I was just letting him. God. How embarrassing. What a slut. I wanted to cover my face with my hands, but I couldn’t do it. It felt too exciting. Too illicit. Too naughty and addictive and… I took a slow breath, trying to steady myself, my body still on display for him. Well, I thought.
I woke up sweating, the train rocking from side to side. For a moment I couldn’t remember where I was or even what country I was in; all I knew was that it was hot as balls. I rubbed my eyes and checked my phone, gutted to see it wasn’t even midnight yet. I could feel the sweat trickling down between my breasts beneath my t-shirt, and my thong was soaked through, the string riding high on my hips and the lace transparent with moisture. I moved over to the window and tried to open it, but it was either stuck or glued shut, and I sighed with exasperation. Looking through the glass, I fantasized about what the air would feel like hitting my skin at this speed. I turned around and looked at the cabin door, and saw that it was still locked. Fuck it. I peeled my T-shirt up and over my head, dropping it onto the floor behind me. My nipples hardened immediately, and I ran a hand down my stomach, briefly imagining the look on some guy's face as a pair of huge titties went past his bedroom
“Bullshit.” That’s what I said to Aiden when he told me about the article he was reading. He was sitting on the edge of my bed, his feet on my couch and my laptop on his thighs. I was sitting on the other end of my bed playing Animal Crossing on the big TV. “It’s not bullshit…” he said. “I can show you the article if you want.” I was only half-listening, more concerned with the fact that one of my favourite villagers was thinking about moving away than the blog post Aiden was reading. “It can’t be true though, right?” “Apparently it is. All the nerve endings are the same or something. It's like…proper science stuff.” “Hmm,” I said, still not convinced. “It might work for some women, but there’s no way.” He shrugged. “I dunno. It’s pretty convincing. I think it would work. There’s a whole list of techniques and stuff here…how to touch and tease and stuff…” I paused my game and looked at him. “Techniques?” “Ah, now you’re interested!” he said, teasing me. I felt my face flush w
With my head down against the floor and the lower half of my body naked and exposed, I couldn’t believe where I was. My little pleated tennis skirt was now so far up my body that it had bunched around my hips, and my complete lack of panties meant that Matt–one of my closest friends and de facto tennis teacher–could see everything. Was I dreaming? Or had I really done something this slutty? “Nearly got it…” I called, my arm under the gap in the wall, my hand wrapped around the ball, my heart racing as I pretended to search for it, my pussy and ass completely spread for him. The longer I held the pose, the faster my heart was beating, and my head was starting to swim with slutty thoughts.I wished he was behind me at that moment, placing his palm between my legs and gently pushing his fingers inside me. I felt my throat go dry and my nipples harden. Fuck, I needed something to suck. Badly. “Got it,” I called, opening my legs a little wider and popping my pussy out as much as I pos
Hey everyone, I’m back with another update. It’s kind of a big one, so I’ll get right into it. A quick recap for anyone new: A few weeks ago, my family friend Bri slowly started flirting/teasing me, which resulted in us having a conversation where we agreed to lose our virginities to each other. We’re taking it slow: until today, we only made out and did hand stuff. You can read those stories in my profile if you haven’t already. Now onto the update: **Everyone in this story is over 18.** Like we do every year, Bri and I’s families celebrated the 4th of July together. She and I texted beforehand about laying low, since neither of us wants our parents to know about our arrangement. Since they talk often, we figured it was best to avoid any suspicion at all, which meant largely ignoring each other throughout the weekend. It was hard, since all I wanted to do was grab her and start making out. But i guess there’s something kind of fun about pretending, too. Then today, we’d made plans
So it was last Wednesday, and as I moved the clothes around my gym bag for the third time, pushing aside the little pleated tennis skirt and thin cotton T-shirt, I knew I had fucked up. Thirty minutes earlier, stepping out of the shower, I’d thrown my tennis outfit into my bag and pulled my jeans up and over my butt without underwear. I was running late, and I was *sure* I’d thrown a pair of clean white underwear into my bag, so, nothing to worry about, right? I’d just get changed at the gym. Wrong. Looking into my gym bag and seeing a complete lack of panties, my heart was starting to race, imagining myself lunging for the ball, my skirt flying up around my waist. Or worse yet, diving to make a return and ending up on my back, my legs falling open and spreading me. The worst thing was that I was playing with Matt, one of my oldest friends and my de facto tennis coach, and the court was booked in five minutes. I wondered whether to call it off, but I didn’t even know where to begin
**Everyone in this story is 18 years old.** Small update today, but still wanted to share: Things have been awesome between Bri and I. We’ve been texting nonstop, mostly about how excited we are to see each other next. I’m trying to play it cool, but it’s tough! If I had it my way, we’d be hanging out every day. But I don’t want to seem too pushy, or give away the fact that we’re hooking up to our friends or parents. It’s not that I’m embarrassed to be with her (actually the complete opposite, I’m ecstatic about it lol). But like a lot of you have said, the build up and exploring together is the fun part. I really like how things are progressing, and I really want things to remain fun and casual. And if that means waiting a few extra days, then I’m happy to do it. We briefly planned on getting together Tuesday, but then our friends suggested we go out to dinner, and we figured we should go. It was fun and normal, with the exception that Bri and I had to stifle our smiles and preten
My girlfriend (let's call her "K") is usually pretty reserved. We have a great sex life, don't get me wrong, but she's typically a bit shy and submissive. That all changes the second we step foot into a wedding reception. It's like a switch flips in her brain. As soon as the champagne starts flowing and she hears the first slow song, she gets this look in her eye. It's primal. She'll grab my hand and drag me onto the dance floor, pressing her body against mine so hard I can feel her heart racing. She grinds on me to the point where I have to strategically hold my suit jacket in front of my crotch to hide my boner. By the time dinner is over, she's a mess. She'll whisper in my ear, "I need you so bad, I'm soaking through my panties." She gets bold, running her hand up my thigh under the table. It's torture having to sit through the speeches and the cake cutting. She'll look at me and just mouth the words, "I want your cum." We made it to the hotel room this weekend, and she didn't
**Everyone in this story is 18 years old.** Hey all, sorry it’s been so long since my last update: Brianna and I didn’t get to see each other at all last week. She works most days, and my parents have me busy with some college prep stuff (shopping, signing up for stuff). Our friends were busy too, and schedules just didn’t line up. It was total agony waiting to see her again. I even debated sending her a photo of my dick and asking her to send one back, but it felt too soon and I didn’t want to mess things up when they were just getting started. Then today (Sunday), we FINALLY got our first chance to be alone in the house. This morning I was supposed to see a movie with my parents, but then Bri texted me saying she had the day off. I immediately told my parents I didnt feel like going anymore, and thank god they decided to still go without me. The literal second they were gone, i texted Bri and told her to run over. She sent “on my way!” with a winky emoji. Like I said in my previo
**Everyone in this story is 18 years old.** First off, thanks to everyone for their comments on my last post! You guys gave me a lot to think about A lot of you encouraged me to pursue a sexual relationship with Brianna, which I guess makes sense since this is Gonewildstories. I’ve been a fan of this sub for a while, and was really excited to finally have a story worth sharing . I guess if I wanted something more objective, I should’ve posted on a relationship advice sub haha. Since that night, I started thinking about Bri in a way that I hadn’t before. After all she is attractive, single, and we get along great. On paper there’s no reason that I shouldn’t be interested in her, it’s really just our past that complicates things in my head. And the consequences of handling the situation wrong made me nervous to fully try. So I’m embarrassed to say, but I did chicken out a little. Even though you all agreed she was into me, I just couldn’t wrap my brain around it. We’ve known each o