You left for your day at the conference, and I occupied myself while waiting for you to return. We met up for dinner in the evening, and after a few hours of food and drinks (and more than a little touching) we retired to our room for our last evening before you had to head back home.
Author: authorizedscott
[MF] Without Delay
As I gently turned the knob and opened the door, I was greeted with the fruity fragrance and moisture of a recent shower. It was low-lit and quiet as I entered: she was fast asleep on the couch, her legs curled up under her and a blanket draped over, exposing nothing but her head and it’s still-damp mane of black hair. I walked over to where she was on the couch and leaned down, placing a hand on her forehead and brushing the hair back out of her face. She woke with a start, but upon realizing it was me, settled back into the cushions with a sleepy smile on her face.
“Hi, gorgeous.” I whispered as I leaned in and kissed her softly on her cheek. I knelt down in front of her on the couch and wrapped my arms around her as she untangled herself from the blanket. She was wearing the bath robe I had bought her earlier that month and nothing else. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. Her full lips met mine and our tongues playfully dueled for a few moments as I pulled her into me and ran my hands up and down her back.
[MF] Hot Tub Thunderstorm
A few years ago, my partner at the time and I were in Tahoe for vacation in the Fall. We had rented a cabin for a week, and were enjoying being free of responsibilities for a few days. We were down at the lake earlier in the day, but headed back to the cabin early in the afternoon because of the ominous clouds that had appeared over the rim of the valley.
It was chilly and we had not yet used the hot tub; as soon as we got inside, we stripped naked, grabbed a couple towels, and proceeded to relax in the tub. It was on a small deck on the side of the cabin, surrounded by pine trees and quiet. There was only one other cabin within view from our vantage point, but we were feeling pretty frisky and did not care if we had an audience. After a few minutes of lounging with her pressed up under my arm, we began making out amidst the bubbles and rising steam. As it got more intense, she moved in front of me and we positioned ourselves that that I was sitting on the edge of the bench seat and she was sitting in my lap, her legs wrapped around me as we continued kissing.
Bound & Determined: Part One [MF] [D/s]
“Are you ready, bunny?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
The scene: You are strapped to a rocking chair; legs pulled back, knees pointing towards your shoulders, calves and feet pointing off to the sides; arms up above your head, wrists bound together and secured with the same rope that is holding the legs back – relax the legs, it pulls the arms; relax the arms, it pulls the legs. You are left naked and fully exposed, wearing nothing but the ropes that secure you, a blindfold, and a collar. The chair gently rocks back and forth as you squirm slightly in anticipation and to find the most comfortable spot.
I [M]ade my submissive [F]riend cum during her work call
Recently, after getting back home from my work week and having all the pent up sexual energy that entails, my submissive friend (we’ll call her V) and I planned a mutual release on Sunday (it’s a long-distance thing at present). The couple of days prior, I had told V that she was not allowed to cum until Sunday when I got home, and that there would be consequences if she did. I spent those two days revving her up, describing scenarios and ways I would provide her with pleasure, and gave her instruction on touching herself. She explained to me how good it felt and how hard it was not to cum, but that she promised she was being good and doing as she was told.
Sunday comes around, I get home, and we are having a chat. It’s getting steamy and we are both getting worked up. V tells me she has been getting so wet from touching herself while working. She can’t stop touching herself and she wants to cum so badly. I had not thought about it before that moment, but then it came to me:
“Are you on a work call right now?” I texted her. V replied moments later with a ‘yes’…
(Part 3) [MF] The Fun You Can Have When She Likes Being Told What To Do
(If you have not yet read [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ws3u68/mf_the_fun_you_can_have_when_she_likes_being_told/) and [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ws5igs/part_2_mf_the_fun_you_can_have_when_she_likes/), I highly recommend reading them in order!)
She was wearing her leather, strappy harness lingerie. She was on her knees at the edge, her feet and calves sticking out into the air, the garter straps digging slightly into her thighs; she was resting on her shoulder, staring back at me in the doorway. Next to her head was a small bottle of lube and a plug. Her eyes pleaded with me, begging for the satisfaction of release, but she knew that today it was up to me.
I smiled at her, and approached the bed. She did not move, but her eyes followed me over. I gently grazed a hand along her backside, and down the side of her hips, crossing over the straps that crisscrossed around her midsection. I traced my fingers up and over her shoulder as she shivered, and up the side of her neck, under her ear, across to her forehead, and then down the bridge of her nose, over her lips, and pulled my hand back to reach over and pick up the lube and the plug.
(Part 2) [MF] The Fun You Can Have When She Likes Being Told What To Do
(If you have not yet read [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ws3u68/mf_the_fun_you_can_have_when_she_likes_being_told/), go back and start there.)
I drove back towards home: we always like running our errands from farthest out to closest, so we would be near home after finishing. Even though that meant we got groceries first, we had a system to account for it. Halfway home was a gas station with an automated car wash. It was about a 10 minute drive, so I handed my phone to her and told her to pleasure herself on the drive, but that she was not to have an orgasm yet. She took the phone, adjusted her seat to lean back more, and closed her eyes as she manipulated the app and began edging herself. It was a challenge after this, focusing on the road and resisting the urge to watch her toy with herself. Listening to her moans and whimpers kept me straining at the fabric of my jeans. We arrived at the gas station. She didn’t even slow down: with one hand she adjusted the vibrations of her toy, and the other was under dress fondling herself and pushing the bulbous end of the toy in and out of her now sopping wet pussy. I got out and adjusted myself in my pants as it was borderline uncomfortable at this point. I took care of the gas, topping off the tank, and adding a wash to the bill. Getting back in the car, there was a noticeable humidity to the atmosphere inside. She had not slowed down at all, and was breathing heavily and really squirming in the seat, not at all caring if anyone around noticed. I got in, fired the car up, and drove around to the car wash entrance. These washes are pretty common: you drive in slowly until the green light on the machine turns red, and stop there. It then hoses down, spins the brushes, etc. until the cycle is done, then the light turns green again and you leave. I rolled up to the panel outside, punched in the code for the wash I bought, and once the light turned green, slowly drove in until it changed red. I put the car in park, set the emergency brake, and then looked over at her.
[MF] The Fun You Can Have When She Likes Being Told What To Do (Part 1)
7/30/22
She did not suspect what was about to go down today, but I had been thinking about this and planning it for a week. I came over the night before, and it was now Saturday morning. We made plans for the day: hardware store for some picture-hanging bits, grocery store for dinner ingredients, gas in the car, and a car wash before heading home to mount some photos and prep/cook dinner. We were almost ready to leave when I stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. She turned to look at me.
“I want you to do something for me today.” I told her. She looked up at me quizzically. I smiled mischievously. “Take your underwear off and leave it here.”
“What?!” she exclaimed, taken aback at how forward I was. Her face flushed as she searched mine, looking for any sense of whether I was joking.
“Take your underwear off and leave it here.” I repeated my previous statement, not breaking eye contact. She looked at me for just a moment longer before reaching under her sundress, pulled them down, and stepped out of them. She crouched down, picked them up, and placed them in my outstretched hand. I placed them on top of the dresser behind me then touched her cheek and leaned in for a kiss. “Ready to go?”
[MF] Hot Tub. Thunderstorm. Fucking.
A few years ago, my partner at the time and I were in Tahoe for vacation in the Fall. We had rented a cabin for a week, and were enjoying being free of responsibilities for a few days. We were down at the lake earlier in the day, but headed back to the cabin early in the afternoon because of the ominous clouds that had appeared over the rim of the valley.
It was chilly and we had not yet used the hot tub; as soon as we got inside, we stripped naked, grabbed a couple towels, and proceeded to relax in the tub. It was on a small deck on the side of the cabin, surrounded by pine trees and quiet. There was only one other cabin within view from our vantage point, but we were feeling pretty frisky and did not care if we had an audience.
After a few minutes of lounging with her pressed up under my arm, we began making out amidst the bubbles and rising steam. As it got more intense, she moved in front of me and we positioned ourselves that that I was sitting on the edge of the bench seat and she was sitting in my lap, her legs wrapped around me as we continued kissing.
37[M] / 38[F] – Without Delay
I parked the bike in front of the garage, swinging my leg over and getting in a good stretch to loosen myself up from the ride over. Removing my gloves, I quickly unbuckled my helmet and stuffed them inside as I grabbed the keys from the ignition. I headed up road beside the house – it was dark and this part of the neighborhood is dimly lit, so I was careful as I descended the stone steps to her front door. As I gently turned the knob and opened the door, I was greeted with the fruity fragrance and moisture of a recent shower. It was low-lit and quiet as I entered: she was fast asleep on the couch, her legs curled up under her and a blanket draped over, exposing nothing but her head and it’s still-damp mane of black hair. I closed the door behind me as softly as I could, and crept past her to drop my gear in a corner. After shrugging off my jacket and pulling off my boots, I walked over to where she was on the couch and leaned down, placing a hand on her forehead and brushing the hair back out of her face. She woke with a start, but upon realizing it was me, settled back into the cushions with a sleepy smile on her face.