sexual Erotic Stories

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... continue reading

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... continue reading

“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... continue reading

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... continue reading

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... continue reading

*Skip to the \*\*\* if you just want the good stuff. Names are changed for anonymity and some dialogue is altered for dramatic effect.*

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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... continue reading

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.... continue reading

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... continue reading

“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... continue reading

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... continue reading

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... continue reading

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... continue reading

**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... continue reading

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... continue reading

**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... continue reading

**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... continue reading

**Everyone in this story is over 18 years old.**

Hi everyone. Sorry in advance if this isn’t the longest orraunchiest story out there, but I really wanted to share and maybe even get some advice. This happened over the weekend between myself and my longtime family friend, Brianna.

Some background: Brianna and I’s parents are best friends from before we were born. When Bri and I were in preschool, our families moved into the same neighborhood, so from that point on we pretty much grew up together. We’re only a few weeks apart in age. I’m an only child, she has one older brother (who graduated college and is living on his own).

Bri and I have always been close, not exactly like brother and sister but maybe cousins. We were really close as kids, but stopped hanging out for most of middle school. Back then our parents made a lot of jokes, asking if she was my girlfriend, if we were gonna get married, etc. It made us kind of uncomfortable and so for a while, we didn’t really see each oth... continue reading

Sooooo after that first time in the supply closet, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Like, all week. It replayed in my mind at the most inappropriate times. Meetings, whilst typing up reports, even while trying to make small talk by the coffee machine.

Three times that week I'd found myself in bed, panties around my ankles, remembering the look on Tom's face when I'd exposed myself to him.

One week later and he was looking better, more like his old self. He'd even joined in with some office banter that morning. But now, midway through Friday, he was looking at me earnestly.

"Hey Sarah," he said, his voice casual. "I need to grab some supplies from the closet. You know where the good pens are, right?"

I felt a blush creeping up my neck. I glanced around the office, and once again, everyone was absorbed in their work, no one paying us any attention.

"Sure," I said, trying to sound equally casual. "I can show you, if you want?"

“That would be perfect.”

We stood up almost simultan... continue reading

There are probably healthier ways to help someone get over a breakup, but possibly none as effective (or hot) lol

Everyone on our little desk island knew that Tom had recently broken up with his girlfriend, and we were all trying our best to tread carefully around him, making sure not to make any jokes about how much it sucks being single etc. For the most part, we had been doing well, but he had still been staring into space or going out to “grab things from the car” multiple times a day.

It had only been a week since the breakup, and almost everything seemed to trigger him, so when I saw the calendar reminder pop up on his PC screen–”VACATION WITH JULIE!!!!”–I knew he was gonna be kinda fucked.

Sure enough, he stared at his screen for a moment then just pushed his chair back, standing up from his desk and walking toward the little supply closet down the hall. I watched as the door closed behind him, expecting him to reappear quickly with a handful of pens or notebooks. But he didn... continue reading

Obviously I didn’t plan it like that, it just kind of happened.

For anyone who doesn’t know, the heat in the UK over the last few days has been INSANE, and so a couple of days ago I was hanging out in my garden with my friend’s Mark and Dave. The idea was that they were supposed to be helping me tidy the back yard before our weekly gaming session, but after a small amount of token weed-pulling, we were all bored and tired and sweaty, so we ended up lazing around and doing not much of much.

Dave and Mark were both on their laptops at the table, taking refuge from the sun beneath the patio umbrella, whereas I was lying on a blanket on the grass in my new sundress, my skin bronzed already and absolutely dripping with sweat.

"They completely ruined stealth builds with this update,” Mark said, staring at his laptop reading the patch notes of some game I wasn’t familiar with. “Every enemy has an absurd detection radius now.”

“Sucks to suck,” Dave replied, not really listening either, ty... continue reading