a Doe – Part I ; (age gap, workplace, anticipation)

My breath was ragged in my throat, manifesting in grunts of almost-pleasure at the ghosts of her memory, burned into my blanketed vision like a branding. I felt a hint of anxiety beneath these images because I was mildly aware of the woman lying aside me — the one I vowed my life and love to, the one I promised to never betray. And somehow in my unawakened state, I couldn’t distinguish the volume of my sinful thoughts. In this dream, I was afraid my wife could hear, understand, sense what I desired and that it wasn’t her…

But that’s what made the dream of my workday so enthralling. Vivienne manifested herself in my psyche and my physical body responded involuntarily. My cock was throbbing under our bed sheets, twitching against the restrains of my boxer briefs. Instinctively, my hand gravitated south to firmly cup around my swollen balls and squeeze them teasingly, my mind glued to the thought of Viv’s breathtaking, angular face. Her deep maroon lips tugged upward to reveal those perfect white teeth, a squint in her doe-like eyes as the memory of her sultry, invigorating laugh rolled through me. My cock was so hard it was painful but I wanted to hold onto this fantasy, because God knows it was the closest I was going to come to experiencing the real thing.

Fucking another Redditor [FM]

Here is the follow up to my mini story two days ago, sorry it took to long!

So he picked me up at around 9:15 and we drove to the hotel room. He was very friendly and sweet and I could tell we were going to have some fun. We got into the hotel room and immidetly as I walked in, I saw that this small couch had moved to be in front of this large mirror. I didn’t really think much of it at the time because that’s just how I thought the room was meant to be. Once we had gotten into the room I realized that I forgot my bag in his car. I was hoping he wouldn’t punish me for leaving it in his car. Once I told him, he just got a sly smile on his face and walked towards me. He grabbed my face and we started making out…with lots of tongue and passion. He would grab my ass and grope me while we were making out. He was an amazing kisser and I was aching for more when he pulled away.

Birthday Sex (Part 5 of 5) [MF]

[Click Here for Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8kxvtl/birthday_sex_part_1_of_5_mf/?st=JHJZ6QF6&sh=a59996f6)

[Click Here for Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8l5aag/birthday_sex_part_2_of_5_mf/?st=JHJZA75N&sh=287125b4)

As she stepped down, I began stacking pillows at the edge of the bed. “Put your hair in a high top knot ponytail.”

She got right to applying her hair tie as I watched her luscious bangs fall in front of her eyes before she whipped it back. She knew I loved how sexy she looked with this style. Her hair was actually the first physical feature of hers that caught my attention before we first met. She also knew the ponytail wasn’t just for show. It served a functional purpose for what we were about to experience.

“Bend over and relax on the pillows, but hold your arms behind your back.”

She’d been waiting for and anticipating this part of the evening, so she played along and responded with “Yes, sir.”

I took one of my ties and lightly bounded her hands together. She watched my face as I did this, surly noticing how I was trying to be cool and in control, but was really brimming with excitement.

I took her by the hair and pulled back gently. She went with it as I put my cock inside her.

The Idle Chair [hypnosis]

The Idle Chair

It’s impossible to guess how long Daddy left me in the Idle Chair. I know I peed myself at least once already, but the humiliation and discomfort I should feel are buried far, far beneath the imperative of the Idle Chair…. Sit Still, Look Pretty. It’s all I want to do, all I can do, really. Despite being unable to leave my chair, it is surprisingly freeing. All my worries and concerns are gone. After all, the entire responsibility of my universe now is Sit Still, Look Pretty.

It all started like so many things do, me being bratty towards Daddy, of course. Some song about feminism had gotten me all riled up and hyper… He very reasonably told me to calm down and do my chores but I was too headstrong and yelled that I was never going to merely “Sit still and look pretty for him”! That, of course was a monstrous mistake, and I knew it, but this is what feminism often does to impressionable young ladies.

The Housewife and the Pool Boy, Part 2 [mF] [Oral]

She woke that day feeling much like an excited school girl with a new outfit to wear. The morning crept by as she anxiously awaited her pool cleaning appointment.

She put the baby down for a nap, freshened up her perfume and makeup, and sat on the edge of her bed, waiting quietly in her cool, dark bedroom.

A few minutes after his scheduled time, she heard the gate to the side yard swing open. Her heart raced. She felt dirty and pathetic for being excited to see an 18 year old pool boy.

But she was excited nonetheless.

Moments drug by and then he emerged from the wisteria covered gate, a test kit in one hand and a duffel bag in the other. He immediately glanced up at her bedroom doors.

He’s looking for you, she told herself, her thighs tingling with horny anticipation.

She glanced at herself in her vanity mirror and again felt sheepish and silly. What does a young, sexy man want with a thirty something mom with no life?

[F]ucking [M]y tight little ass

I met with someone who has been wanting to fuck my ass for weeks now. We made previous arrangements but it didn’t pan out for a couple of times. And it was finally going to happen! Along with some throat fucking.

I got to the hotel and went straight to the room number that he texted me. I knocked. He opened the door with a towel wrapped around his bottom half because he just took a shower. I walked in, put my things down and he asked if I wanted to get started. He held my face and kissed me. At the same time, my hands reached down to the towel and rubbed his cock and balls. I got down on my knees and kissed his cock. I opened my mouth and led it in while I massaged his balls. It got to the back of my throat and I choked as he held my head against him. He said he was going to cum soon. I had him down my throat and my nose was against his body. He came down my throat but at the same time I gagged and threw up. I got up and ran to the sink and spat everything out because there was a lot of stomach acid mixed in with the cum.

All Tied Up: Heather’s Story Chapter 4 [MF][Teacher Student][Blackmail][Panty Stuffing][Light Bondage][mild domination][stockings][face sitting]

***Author’s Note***: *You patience is finally paying off, Reader. There is nothing but sex in this chapter. The next one is a bit of world building again though. Please check out my profile for the rest of the story.*

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Spent, confused, and emotionally conflicted, I sat down on the couch in a pair of gym shorts and a school sweatshirt. Pulling her number from the note, I unlocked my phone to text Heather. My fingers typed: *’I’m back home. I hope you did your homework, too*.

I needed to distract myself. I wanted an immediate response and didn’t get one. I began to worry. We had just both seriously escalated the situation. I fired up the television and played a fighting game to pass the time while I pretended to forget about the phone. Hours went by while barely covered women with ridiculous breasts bounced and punished each other across the screen.

*Did I text the wrong number?* I wondered. I had been deliberately vague to guard just in case, but still I was concerned. For the third time, I checked my phone against her note.

The Second Meeting [MFsub]

(This is the first time I’ve ever posted my fiction anywhere online, at the suggestion of someone. Any and all feedback is more than welcome)

I meet you from the train as I promised. You’re nervous, wondering if things will be the same in person, hoping that I’ll continue to say and even do the things I’ve been promising you for weeks since we last saw each other. You soon calm down, as the second you see me, I hug you hard and whisper into your ear “I can’t wait to get you home, slut.” I continue, saying “there’s a lot you need to answer for.”

I push you into a cab and we quickly arrive back at my house. You start to feel a little nervous again, and make small talk as we walk through my door, but the second the door is closed I swiftly take charge, grabbing one of my ties and telling you to turn around so I can blindfold you with it. I then undress you, slowly, so I can see you naked in front of me. I tell you to put your hands behind your back and tie them together with a scarf from the rack.

I jerked my husband off to our daughter part 2 [incest, teen, vouyer]

(Fictional story that is a follow up to a great post by another user! Love any feedback!)

I lay in bed feeling my hubby’s cum slowly drip out of my freshly waxed pussy from our morning romp. I had let the thick curly hair grow in for years when our sex life was non existent. Why bother the expense or the pain of waxing if my fingers were going to be the only things to touch it. That was of course before what I jokingly call the “Daisy Rennenassice”.

Daisy had graduated high school in the spring and was enjoying her summer off. She spends her days lounging by our pool, and her nights dancing downtown. That was fine with us, we would make our new passion a nightly event, planning our evening around our budding daughter’s social life, tracking her escapades through Instagram, Facebook and through our first true invasion of her privacy, her easily hacked iCloud account. Daisy was our little angle, and overall she was a fairly well behaved 18 year old, never revealing too much skin, but always showing just enough to keep my hubby throbbing and me soaking wet at seeing that familiar flame in his eyes.

No words are needed between travellers. [MF] [Public] [Strangers] [Teasing] [Touching/groping] [Pretty vanilla] [Fiction]

The train was busy.

It always is, at that time, packed with commuters making their way home, some sleeping with their heads against the window, more even standing, eyes downcast and unfocused.

Not her, though. No, she is sitting straight, feet tucked under her seat, eyes wide and alert as she reads something on her phone. 

Not him, either. He is standing near the end of the carriage, tucked into the alcove by the internal doors, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed and eyes scanning the crowd.

Some people read, some people watch movies on their phone, most day dream – but his favourite train pastime was people watching. That middle aged woman, absent mindedly playing with her keys, from which dangles a frankly ugly string of large wooden beads, checking the time nervously on her phone more and more often as the inevitable delays between each stop accumulate… Clearly a mother on her way to pick up her kids. He scoffs internally – too easy.

What about that man? Youngish, wearing a plain black polo shirt with black trousers, standard hair cut, textbook on his lap and a highlighter in his hand… Slightly harder. Probably a university student, working as a barista or whatnot to make ends meet.