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[M]y second [f]irst try at anal, and it was sooo much more enjoyable! :)

A little bit of a backstory: I started dating my best friend a while ago, and it was like one of those love stories in movies. I had a shitty on-again-off-again boyfriend who claimed he loved me, but simultaneously cheated on me all the time for two years. All that time, my now boyfriend was there listening to me rant over and over. Eventually, I realized the error of my ways and got rid of the scumbag guy. My best friend and I started to hang out everyday and one thing led to another. He swept me off my feet and put all my pieces back together.

Sum[m]er [F]un

Whenever I drive by the park, I remember what happened one day in July, years ago.

It was over one hundred degrees that day, and we had been working outside. We were in his car and had just stopped off for lunch at a nice restaurant with our friends. I had one drink and since I hadn't eaten much, it went to my head. I'm short, it usually does. I also love hot weather, but I especially love the way he smells when he sweats and just being in the car with him was making me lose control of myself.

[M]aking a [f]riend's [f]antasy co[m]e true (PART 2)

Part 1: http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1ryzn1/making_a_friends_fantasy_come_true_part_1/

(Warning: long)

The discovery of a Cuck Queen - M/f - part 1 - xposted

This is a story about me being an asshole to a young woman. She was a an asshole to me first, but still, fair warnings. It is a story about my being an asshole and her discovering that she loved it and that she was a cuck queen.

To understand how this came about, you have to understand my past with Mel. Mel was my first love. My stupid, ridiculous, teenage love. We were off and all through high school with a very serious senior year. We decided to be LTR going into college and spoke on the phone almost every day with regular phone and cam-sex sessions.

I discover my Bi-Sexuality during a random encounter at the park [M/M]

I was at a strange and lonesome crossroads of my life. I graduated college months earlier and was struggling so badly finding a job and a place to live that I moved back into my parents house. It had been almost seven years since I lived in that house and in that city. I'd transported my entire life to my college town and now had left behind all my friends, girlfriends and the comfort they bring.

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