My Christmas Wish Came True (and I didn’t know how much I wanted it until I got it) [FM] (long)

This is my very first post on Reddit, ever. In fact, I am very new to Reddit, only being recently introduced to it by my man; let’s call him Adam. Adam has sent me some titillating links from Gone Wild Stories here and there, and they have sent me into daydreams about what I would write if I were ever to post. As it so happens, what happened to me last week was so hot I can’t help but share it. So, my fellow Gone Wild aficionados, I hope you enjoy this popping of my Reddit cherry as much as I will.

To give you a picture, this brand-spanking new Reddit writer is a 5’5”, athletically built, 135lb woman. I was a dancer and gymnast throughout my childhood and twenties, and am still a high-energy athlete. My body shows it. I am very muscular (especially in my legs) and have been told I’m “built Ford tough” by someone who ought to know. I have soft blue-green eyes, peachy freckled skin, and a voluminous amount of sandy-brown, beachy waves, just long enough to touch the nipples of my small, perky, 34As. I have a LOT of hair; the only thing rivaling it in terms of volume is my big, round, ass. I have an ass that starts conversations. I would say turning around and walking away has started at least 90% of the action I have seen in my life. God bless you, ass men of the world.

And speaking of ass men…

I met Adam a couple of years ago, and the attraction was undeniable from the start. The first time I laid eyes on him I swear my panties flew off (and I still can’t find those fuckers anywhere) and about fifty different lumberjack fantasies took up residence in my mind. Adam is a swarthy 6’ 3”, 250lb, hunk of gorgeous masculinity, and packing a perfect 8” to boot. He’s the type of guy who, if in his prime in the 70’s or 80’s, would have put Burt Reynolds and Tom Selleck out of their jobs, with all that sexy manliness on the 80’s menu (amuse-bouche and all). He is strong and sensual, with the perfect amount of ornery energy to keep me on my toes. He has lots of dark hair, a short beard, eyes that go from intense to playful with any given moment, and muscles that tell you he’s not fucking around at the gym. The most important part about Adam for this story is the fact he is the first man who has ever been able to keep up with me. He is the first man I have ever met who is beyond stronger than me, and can match my stamina. He is the first man to give it to me hard enough to where I can finally say I am satisfied (once I’m able to speak coherently again). In the past I’ve had men make comments to me about how I “don’t slow down”, or they just tire out, but not Adam. He’s always ready to go another round.

A little backstory to set the stage, Adam works in corrections. Early on in our romance we were texting back and forth after he had attended “restraint” training. I couldn’t help but make some flirty comment about him and handcuffs, partly just to play, and partly to test the waters to see what he was really all about. Later on that day he sent me a photo of his handcuffs and other restraints with the line, “Cooperation is voluntary, until I make it mandatory”. My heart skipped a beat. Maybe two beats, I don’t know, but in that moment I knew I wanted this man to do everything and anything to me, and if they involved those handcuffs, even better. At this point I had never been restrained in any way during sex. In fact, sex was often very frustrating for me because I always felt like I had to be the dominant one, always in charge. I secretly longed for someone to take control of me, to take charge, to allow me to let go of any power and just give in to my ultimate femininity. That being said, I consider myself a strong and empowered woman, but damn if I didn’t want to get fucked by a man who knew what it meant to be a man. So as you can imagine, everything in that photo and simple line of text spoke to my deep need to feel an unbeatable masculine force. An uncontrollable swarm of butterflies had released in my stomach. After that day, I would casually bring up the handcuffs here and there. He even brought them sometimes when we would meet up, but we never ended up using them. And that’s the end of my story.

Just kidding! Now we’re finally getting to the main event.

This last week, Adam and I met up to celebrate a belated Christmas and New Years. The plan was hotel fun, exploring the town, date night…more hotel fun. Somehow checking into a hotel ups the voltage of our already explosive sexual energy. I knew I was in for it, I just didn’t know how much. After an incredible day of fucking, wandering around, drinking, and eating, we retuned to our hotel room. I thought (and was hoping) we’d get inside, and get naked to warm up, looking forward to taking it a level or two rougher, which tends to happen when we’re both a little buzzed.

We got inside, and shivering I immediately took off my clothes, ready to jump under the covers and wrap myself around Adam’s warmth. Instead, I felt his large hand grip my wrist. I looked down and saw a small black case lying open on the ground, and couldn’t figure out what it was. Then I heard the clink of metal and felt something cold and hard click around my wrist, tight. When it registered what was going on, I felt my knees go weak and buckle underneath me, but Adam easily kept me upright with one arm. I looked into his eyes and he gave me a devilish smile. The butterflies returned in full force. It was happening.

With one swift movement the second cuff clicked into place behind me and I was forced to my knees on the edge of the bed. I was still in shock over what was going on and forgetting my arms were locked behind me, my face hit the mattress. I gained my wherewithal just in time to be able to relish every inch of Adam sliding in to my already dripping wet pussy. He’s long in a way where when he bottoms out I see stars. I looked back over my shoulder and met Adam’s intense gaze. He gripped his huge hand around the meat of my upper right thigh to gain leverage as he began to pound into me. He reached up with his other hand and ran his fingers up the back of my head close to my scalp, and grabbed a big handful of hair, pulling my head back. I can’t get enough of the way he pulls my hair. He said, “You love this dick, don’t you?” And all I could get out was a breathy, “YES.” He said, “Yes, what?” And I automatically knew what to say. “Yes, sir.”

Adam doesn’t say much during sex, I call it beast mode, but when he does speak, the things he says make me come unglued. Every. Time. My heart was beating as fast as if I had run a sprint and I wasn’t sure if I could contain myself with every thrust. I could see him enjoying the view as my curvy ass clapped against his body.

Just as I was really getting into the rhythm, Adam changed positions. I love how he always keeps me guessing. In a split second he was on his back and I was straddling him, sliding up and down on his rock hard cock. Each time I took him all the way inside me I felt his balls press against my ass, and a wave of pleasure shoot through my body. As my pussy gripped around his girth, I ground my clit against his base. He wrapped his hands around my waist and pressed me down hard, enough to make me see stars again. I pushed up against him, my strong legs working to my advantage, riding him and rocking my hips back and forth. I leaned forward and bit his ear and whispered, “Do you know how much I love to fuck you?” His reply was a low moan, and he grabbed two big handfuls of ass and thrust hard. Then, just as quickly, he effortlessly lifted me up off of him and stood beside the bed.

“I want you down on your knees,” was all he said. “Yes sir,” I replied, knees weakening again, and immediately dropped down in front of him.

Adam has the kind of dick you just want to suck. I see it, and I kid you not, my mouth begins to water. And here I was, his beautiful cock in front of my face, ready to do just that. I parted my soft wet lips and took him into my hot mouth. Usually when I give head, I can’t help but get my hands involved, playing with his balls, stroking his shaft, whatever seems to feel right. This time I had no control other than the movement of my tongue, pressure of my lips, and the depth I could take him inside. I ran my tongue around the head of his cock and then sucked. First a shallow suck, and then progressively deeper, and back to shallow again, tasting his pre-cum. I desperately wanted to suck on his balls, but instead, Adam took control. I felt him grab a huge handful of hair and he proceeded to force himself deep inside, and begin to fuck my mouth. I took it all in, thankful I don’t have much of a gag reflex, and let go of any resistance, enjoying the intensity of his passion.

Knees splayed out, hands cuffed behind my arched back, and mouth full to capacity, I looked up into Adam’s eyes. He said, “This is a good look for you.” And I said, “Mmphgbf,” which is a loose translation of dick-mouth for “Thank you, sir.” At this point I was his, and would do whatever he wanted me to do. I had no idea turning complete control over to him would be the sexiest thing I had ever felt.

Adam began to thrust harder, and to my surprise, took his dick out of my mouth and began to jerk off in front of my face. Watching a man jerk off is one of my top turn-ons, my stomach did a flip and I began to breathe heavily and wet my lips. As if reading my mind, he began to alternate between fucking my mouth, and stroking himself over my lips. I couldn’t resist and took his head in my mouth while he continued to stroke. I could feel him tensing and getting even harder than before. He breathed, “I’m going to come, baby”, and I looked up in time to see him throw his head back as he climaxed into my mouth with powerful spasms and hot salty spurts. I took him deep into my mouth and held tight until the waves subsided, and then swallowed his load. Adam comes harder than any man I have ever been with. I swear if I weren’t there to catch his load he’d probably hit the wall across the room.

It was when I stood up I realized how much the cuffs were digging into my wrists. When Adam unlocked them it was as if I was coming out of a dream. This was, of course, after he playfully challenged me to bring them over my ass to get them off in front of me. My ass won that round—there was no chance in hell I could get my arms around it. The rest of the evening was surreal to say the least. We cozied up in bed, and in a daze, I thought we were done for the night. Instead, Adam busted out my body butter and proceeded to give me a full-body massage, and finished me off my licking my pussy in his soft and teasing way that takes me over the edge every time.

I am still in shock at how suddenly and thoroughly my fantasy was fulfilled. Somewhere, somehow, Santa heard my Christmas wish, and by some miracle I wasn’t on the naughty list. I just hope this will be a gift that keeps on giving.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/adeue9/my_christmas_wish_came_true_and_i_didnt_know_how

3 comments on “My Christmas Wish Came True (and I didn’t know how much I wanted it until I got it) [FM] (long)

  1. Welcome to Reddit. This is a fantastic story. I look forward to reading more about your exploits

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