A dog is a companion for life.

**Disclaimer it’s long, I hope it’s still interesting**

*My previous story and post went down a treat. Was it a one hit wonder or can I do it again*

*Let me know what you think of my latest creation*. I’m sorry if it doesn’t read well, this one was written on my phone!*

*As it’s a taboo subject the same goes as before*

*I know this fantasy isn’t for everyone, but I’m posting that on the off chance I connect with someone that secretly has the same mentality as me. Before you read any further I’m not going to keep it a secret.*

*I’ve got an interest in a hybrid mixture of Puppy Play and Bestiality.*

*If you don’t want to get involved I totally understand but I wanted to give you a heads up before you discovered more below, if interest or curiosity has taken a hold today then I encourage you to read further.*

*Now I want to start by saying that the actions in this post are purely fictional and that although I have this fond fantasy that I play over and over in my head, at this present time I haven’t acted nor do I intend to act out this fantasy in the near or distant future.*

I’ve taken a risk and I’ve wrote about a fantasy of mine. Bestality

I just want to start by saying that I know this fantasy isn’t for everyone, but I’m posting that on the off chance I connect with someone that secretly has the same mentality as me. Before you read any further I’m not going to keep it a secret.

*I’ve got an interest in a hybrid mixture of Puppy Play and Bestiality.*

If you don’t want to get involved I totally understand but I wanted to give you a heads up before you discovered more below, if interest or curiosity has taken a hold today then I encourage you to read further.

Now I want to start by saying that the actions in this post are purely fictional and that although I have this fond fantasy that I play over and over in my head, at this present time I haven’t acted nor do I intend to act out this fantasy in the near or distance future.

**It will remain in fantasy land**

I might get down voted like crazy for this post, but if there is anyone, anyone at all that had a mild to extreme interest in the topic then please reach out! I might fall on deaf ears but I’m interested in trying.

I’m taking a risk, I wrote a story about a fantasy of mine. Bestality.

**Edit** I don’t have enough time to respond to everyone! I wish I did. Thank you all for the positive support! I didn’t expect it one bit. I wish I could talk to you all! But there isn’t enough hours in the day! ♥️

I just want to start by saying that I know this fantasy isn’t for everyone, but I’m posting that on the off chance I connect with someone that secretly has the same mentality as me. Before you read any further I’m not going to keep it a secret.

*I’ve got an interest in a hybrid mixture of Puppy Play and Bestiality.*

If you don’t want to get involved I totally understand but I wanted to give you a heads up before you discovered more below, if interest or curiosity has taken a hold today then I encourage you to read further.

Now I want to start by saying that the actions in this post are purely fictional and that although I have this fond fantasy that I play over and over in my head, at this present time I haven’t acted nor do I intend to act out this fantasy in the near or distance future.

I 26[F] have been frequently speaking to a Redditor 32[M] we’ve recently begun to met in person..

*This happened about 3 weeks ago, I still talk to the Redditor but they’ve requested to remain anonymous*

*I do hope you enjoy my retelling*

*Sorry if it reads bad, I wrote it on the train on my phone, there were prying eyes everywhere*

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I turned the key in the ignition and the engine and lights cut off simultaneously plunging me into a pitch black eternal darkness as every source of light diminished. I looked over to his house to find not a single sign of life, not a single light could be seen.

“Strange, he said he would be home”. I questioned myself.

It’s a wintry night and a loud patter of rain could be heard as it hit the windows and windscreen of the car, causing the droplets to dance down the glass. Jason’s house was in the middle of the countryside with no houses around for miles and miles. I sat in silence for a moment, surveying the area as I looked around in bewilderment. Was I making a mistake, was this some sort of trap?

An unexpected surprise – The tail plug.

“Cheer up babe, it could be worse, I could have left you at home alone again.” Your comments don’t ease me at all. Sulking, I look out of the window.

“Plus once we get to the party and you start to relax you’ll only realise just how little of an inconvenience it is” your words only reinforcing my already uneasy mood.

My mind wanders into what is to come. How am I supposed to hide this from everyone? Why did I ever agree to come along like this!? These thoughts race through my mind as with every second I reposition myself on the front seat to alleviate any discomfort. 

The sudden end of our journey interrupts my day dreaming as you slow down and park in front of the house. In my mind I decide I will never let you do this to me ever again. Not in public, never ever.

You open the passenger door for me, even under the current circumstances you’re still a gentleman to me.

[MF] Welcome Home

I recently met someone on Reddit and we’ve been talking for a while now. I mentioned how I wasn’t a confident writer. It takes me weeks to write a story, after a lot of failed attempts and a lot of deleting eventually something materialises. I put my head down and this is what I came up with. He enjoyed it. Do you?

Comments and Questions welcome!
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*Can you picture this?*

You turn the key in the ignition and the engine and lights cut off, simultaneously plunging you into pitch black eternal darkness as every source of light diminishes. You look over to your house to find not a single sign of life not a single light can be seen.

“Strange, Jessica should be home?” You question openly to yourself.

It’s a wintry night and a loud patter of rain can be heard hitting the windows and windscreen of the car, causing the droplets to dance down the glass. Your house is in the countryside with no houses around for miles and miles. You sit in silence for a moment, surveying the area looking around in bewilderment.

I turned a family home into my sex house [MF]

A bit about me to create a back story, I work as a hotel receptionist. I often work nights and long hours meaning that my weekly free time is cut to a bare minimum. I live with my parents still but every month I attempt to break free and get a place of my own. With every month that passes I just say “Better luck next month”

In a better attempt to create and image of me. I’m not skinny, but I’m not fat, curvy or cuddly I think the term is, long brunette boob length hair. 36DD boobs. UK size, should you need to convert. Always shaved from chest to toe. If you want to know anything else specifically about my looks then please do ask. I’m also 25.

I live with my parents, so any opportunity to literally have my own freedom and independents is often thrown out of the window as one of my parents is always home. So, having an active Tinder profile for a week, I’ve turned this family abode into my own brothel.

My first one night stand as requested [F]

After many requests from some of you that read my [Christmas Eve story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a9ne44/i_f_spent_christmas_eve_with_someones_married_man/) I have buckled under the pressure the write another account from my past. My first one night stand.

I had just turned 18, the legal drinking age in the UK, with my I.D, clutch bag and credit card in hand I headed into town for my first legal night out.

I remember just how innocent and naive I was, wearing [jeans and a blue top](https://imgur.com/a/GWvfp7b) I hit the club. Don’t get me wrong I had drunk before, I’ve been drinking since I was 13 but clubs are different, it’s a wasteland of men on the prowl and women sticking in groups. It’s literally like the Savannahs of Africa.

I wasn’t going alone, my school friends Emma and Chloe would be at my side. Long story short it was an uneventful night of dancing, drinking and the occasional badly taken picture from inside the club restroom.

I [F] Spent Christmas Eve with someones married man.

It all started on Christmas Eve. Quite honestly it’s taken me this long to actually process and take in what happened. If you want to skip to the “Sex” part then there is a heading down below but if you want the scene to set then read it all!

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I’m Jessica, 23 and currently living in the south of England. I work as a Veterinary nurse assistant for a small practice in my local area. It’s a nice little practice and I love working with everyone I work with so when any social event crops up I’m always the one to immediately say yes, as well as run around ensuring that as many people as possible are invited, as well as forcing them to come too. The more the merrier I always say.

So it comes to no shock that this year, we’ll be doing something for Christmas Eve, to celebrate the year we’ve had with each other, plus it seemed like an easy excuse to just get drunk and let our hair down. The veterinary practice only closes on New Year’s Day and Christmas Day. So I knew I had a day to recover from any hangover I got anyway.