Author: jax020

[MF] How I learned to stop worrying and love the choking

In one moment, my mind was scattered in many directions – the warm water rinsing my hands, the stubborn grease on the plate, the soapy bubbles frothing where the sponge met the plate’s glossy surface. In the next, all I could feel was Ben’s hand wrapped around my neck. Squeezing and tightening as I tried to inhale and failed. My legs wobbled, and the edges of my vision began to grow dim. I felt another hand reaching into my shirt, finding my breast and ruthlessly pinching my nipple. A wave of pleasure coursed through me, and I would have moaned if I could.

***

Two nights ago, he’d noticed the unease on my face as he rolled to the side, his cock sliding out of me. “What’s wrong?” He’d asked, and I had mustered the courage to break it to him. That recently, our sex had become so routine that I had started zoning out as we did the deed. That despite how much I loved him and how perfect our live-in relationship was in every other way, the slow deterioration from passionate love making that left mementos of our sex all over the apartment to a few minutes of lazy humping on the couch had left me dissatisfied. After a flash of hot shame, he quickly agreed, and we decided we would work on it together. Read more »

My year as an escort, and the time my best friend was a customer [FM] Part 4

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/adhjyt/my_year_as_an_escort_and_the_time_my_best_friend/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/adssx3/my_year_as_an_escort_and_the_time_my_best_friend/)

[Part 3]
(https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ag7yr7/my_year_as_an_escort_and_the_time_my_best_friend/)

With a gentle touch, I opened the fridge, and reached into the freezer to pull out an ice cube. Facing the hotel room mirror, I ran the ice over my nipples, feeling them grow hard and sensitive.

Then I stuck a hand into the jar of nutella I’d brought, and scooped out a handful to lather on my breasts.

I checked myself out in the mirror. Underneath the layer of chocolate spread, you could see the faint outline of my supple, shapely breasts, with small, brown nipples just poking out of the surface of chocolate goo.

My eyes traced down my flat stomach towards my pelvic area, where my freshly waxed pussy awaited its treatment. With a sigh, I scooped another handful of nutella and began lathering it over my pubic area, careful to avoid my actual vaginal opening.

When my pelvic area had been sufficiently lathered in chocolate hazelnut spread, I tiptoed to the bedroom, and softly opened the door. “Baby.” I crooned. “I’m ready for you.” Read more »

My year as an escort, and the time my best friend was a customer [FM] Part 3

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/adhjyt/my_year_as_an_escort_and_the_time_my_best_friend/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/adssx3/my_year_as_an_escort_and_the_time_my_best_friend/)

The sweat trickled down my temple, gathering at the nape of my neck and slowly trickling into my braless crop top. There it seeped onto my breasts, covering them in condensation and creating small wet spots where my nipples flirted with my shirt. “So what we get drunk. So what we smoke weed. We’re just having fun.” Bruno Mars’ heavenly voice cooed from the speakers over a soft beat as I pressed my body against Ben’s, my crotch pressing against him and my boobs rubbing against his hard chest.

“So what we go out. That’s how it’s supposed to be. Living young and wild and free.” Green neon lights flickered in sync with the beat, illuminating countless hot and sweaty bodies dancing around us. I couldn’t see them, as my vision was filled with the boy in front of me, his eyes blue as the sky on a cloudless day. His hands were shakily exploring the small of my back, soft palms feeling up my bare skin. On occasion, his fingers would venture towards the inside of my shirt, and I would hold my breath, hoping that he would continue upwards. But then he would lose his confidence, and his hands retraced to the safety of my back. Read more »

My year as an escort, and the time my best friend was a customer [FM] – Part 2

We were working on our stories for a class together. Mine was a time traveling dystopian romance, an unsuprising choice for a college freshman. I was snuggled in a blanket on the couch, lethargically typing a line, deleting it, and typing it again, trying desperately to brute force my way past the writer’s block I’d had for the last hour. Ben was huddled at his desk, fingers click-clacking away with vigor, like the pages of his story were already etched in his brain, and his only task was to put them to print.

I snuck a glance over at him, shoulders hunched over his laptop, his black cashmere coat and turquoise silk scarf hanging on the edge of his chair. His lanky build fit snugly into his gray wool sweater, and every so often his long, curly bangs would creep its way into his eyes, and he would impatiently sweep it to the side with his hand. As if the only thing that mattered were the words in his head, and everything else was just a nuisance to be brushed aside. Read more »

My year as an escort, and the time my best friend was a customer [FM] [Cheating]

*The events here happened six years ago. My memory isn’t perfect, but many of these experiences are burned into my brain. I look back on it with some yearning, and some embarassment. It was an interesting time in my life, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy some of it. I may be filling in the details here and there, and names are omitted.*

My parents spoiled me relentlessly growing up. By the time I was a college student three years into my Literature degree, I had never worked for a single penny in my life. I was entirely dependent on my parents’ financial support, so it was devastating when during one winter break, they found pictures of me posing naked, handcuffed to a bedframe that I had taken for my FWB on my phone. Their image of their good little girl was shattered. Read more »