Author: JH3JH3

[MF] Learning and experimenting with my incest fetish

I was (well, still am) an only child that has never been attracted to my mother, aunt, or grandmother (or dad, uncle, or grandfather for full transparency). In spite of this, I have an incredibly deep ingrained incest fetish that dictates the porn I consume and the roles I play out when with my various partners. I recently went down a rabbit hole with a partner about where we first tried something or when we knew we were into a particular kink and I thought it would be interesting to share.

I know exactly when the fetish began. I was in elementary school and attending a friend’s birthday party at Discovery Zone. A classmate and I ended up in an area under a climbing obstacle, almost completely hidden from everyone. I don’t know what was said but we shared our first kiss in that play area. It was a light peck on the lips, nothing more as we were so young but when I got home, all I could think about was doing it again. She was a very good friend of mine and there was obvious play yard flirting that had led to this moment and all I wanted was for more of it to occur. Read more »

[MF] Buying a drink for a deaf woman

One weekend, like every weekend at that time in my life, I found myself in the downtown area of my city, bar hopping with friends and getting way too drunk for our own good. The downtown area, while having many bars, didn’t have much else in the way of nightlife.

One bar however took it upon themselves to turn their restaurant into a makeshift dance club every Thursday through Saturday evening. It wasn’t great. The music was too loud and distorted. The lighting was much too dark. The bar became nearly impossible to get to and it was hot as Satan’s undercarriage but it was a nice break from just drinking.

Due to the restrictions of the “club”, our group had splintered. While we were all in the same building, it was nearly impossible to stay together. I ended up with a friend as we tried to cool down and grab a drink at an open space at the bar. As we waited for the bartender (which took quite some time), we scanned the bar to see if there was anyone worth flirting with. Read more »

[MF] Consensual non-consent raceplay.

*Disclaimer: The following story features extreme degradation, consensual violence, and a heavy use of racial slurs. If that offends you, I would stop reading now.*

I met Courtney through Plenty of Fish or OKCupid. I was on both and can’t recall exactly which it was. She was an attractive African-American and after responding to my more than lame opening joke, we exchanged messages and started texting. Courtney was about 5’5” and featured some stereotypical features. Braided hair down to her shoulders, C-cup breasts and a large ass that was almost more than I could handle. She was a former basketball player that had turned her attention towards her schooling and due to her competitive nature, she was now working on a scholarship at a HBCU for her doctorate in early childhood learning (or something similar). She was incredibly smart although very shy. Meanwhile, I was still in college so I was batting above my average.

We did the typical getting to know you and exchanging messages while being flirty and sending not too risque photos when eventually, the topic turned to sex. I’m not going to go into much detail regarding our first few times because while they’re enjoyable (and probably worth writing about), they’re not what this story is about. Read more »

[MF] The Intern

She looked over her shoulder to ensure she had my attention as she guided my cock toward her pussy. As I stared into those brown eyes, she spoke. It was barely above a whisper but every word was heard clearly.

*”Be gentle…I’m very tight.”*

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So this is going to be a weird story but I had to tell it as it has been weighing on me. I’m going to try and format it as best I can but I apologize for any jumps.

A little over a month ago, we hired an intern from a local college. This was something that I’ve pushed for every year I’ve been employed with my company but I was always told no. Imagine my surprise when on a Wednesday they told me my intern was going to start on Friday. I wasn’t consulted. Never saw a resume. I didn’t have a name until Friday morning. But whatever. I work in a chaotic environment and this would be easy to deal with. There have been much grander challenges thrown my way. Read more »

[MF] Close Encounters of the Target Kind, pt. II

So after finishing my [Target shopping experience](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/84dh34/close_encounters_of_the_target_kind_mf/), I realized that I did not have Neesa’s number or anyway to contact her. She never reached out to me and a year or so had passed since the original meeting. I had thought of the encounter often but didn’t dwell on it. There were other hook ups to be had!

My old business card, which I had handed out, had my personal cell number on it as I used one card for two jobs because I was lazy and a wallet can only carry so many items. No one ever utilized my personal cell phone so I ended up removing it from the card and eventually got a corporate phone to boot so it was a surprise to receive a text from an unknown number late at night.

I was sitting in the graduate library of the college I was getting my Masters degree from, studying for some business accounting class that was much more difficult than it should have been when my phone went off.

“Is this JH3JH3?”

I assumed it was a classmate, looking for us to join in so I fired back an assertive “Yup.” Read more »

Close encounters of the Target kind [MF]

I visited a Target in a county of Maryland, picking up some travel-sized items for an upcoming trip. I was not dressed to impress. I was looking borderline homeless. Unkempt beard. Ahhh Real Monsters t-shirt. Plaid shorts with stains on them. Old sneakers. Literally from lounging to Target. I probably would have fit in better at a Wal-Mart but as someone who wears suits all the time, dressing way down is just as nice as dressing up.

Anyways, some second-rate holiday was coming up. Maybe St. Patrick’s Day? Easter? Not terribly important but people were crowding around the card section, trying to find one for whoever you give cards to nowadays. I was fumbling around, looking for an unattended basket or cart as I balanced my thirteen items between my hands, elbows, and armpits when I saw the first, and only, woman to make me stop in my tracks. I have seen pretty, beautiful, and sexy women and will again but she would have made my jaw drop to the floor if I wasn’t frozen in place. Read more »

Ada[M] and Evelyn: our [F]irst time

So I think a full day passed between the [shower excursion](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7mo4i0/my_claim_to_fame_my_first_threesome) and this story but my mind’s a little hazy from those years. It was no more than 48 hours though.

Evelyn had swallowed my load after I had fucked her sister (of the sorority style) in a shower and really, nothing had changed. Our texts got a little more flirty and the story of the deed spread fast within our groups but everyone thought it was more of a “about time” than “oh word???”.

Now that I type this out, it was a full two days from our shower fun to getting some alone time because I remember wanting to jerk off to the fresh memory but my roommate was sick and privacy was a no go.

Luckily, this is where the fraternity came into play. One of my brothers was off campus for some reason and let me crash in his room (with the understanding it was so I didn’t catch my roommates germs but in reality, it was party central). Read more »

[M]y claim to [F]ame, my [F]irst threesome

College is a wonderful time for exploration and to push the limits of what you thought possible. I was recently reminded of a particular time due to reminiscing over the holidays and thought I’d share.

It was my freshman year of college, spring semester in fact. I had just pledged a fraternity (I can hear the groans from Reddit already) and was becoming more comfortable in the college setting. There was a rough transition originally and I think that is what honestly led me to the fraternity. I went from being a shark in a pond of guppies in high school to a proverbial fish out of water on campus.

As with most Greek organizations, there’s a lot of comingling and everyone knows, or knows of, everyone. I was the rare exception. I was given a bid to join at the eleventh hour and only by one organization. They were going out on a limb due to a strong recommendation from another brother (who I count as one of my best friends to this day).

I graciously accepted and our small community was a little abuzz about me, for a short period. Clean cut, all American type guy. Worked out religiously (wish I still did), on the baseball and football teams, fairly smart, not terrible looking. Read more »

Sissyfication/Feminization, Forced, Kidnapped (MFM)

Matt and I went to college together. We were paired as roommates as freshmen and probably never should have gotten along but somehow we became friends. Matt’s huge. 6’4’’, probably around 270 pounds, football player type. He actually played his first two years at the University but a nagging elbow injury put a stop to his playing days. That doesn’t mean it effected his routine though. If anything, he went to the gym more. He was good looking, huge and on the football team so naturally he was the life of the party. We’d walk in and people would be bounding towards him and by proxy, bounding towards me. I was above average. Age has definitely made me more handsome though. I’m 5’11’’, shave my hair real short and rock a nice full beard. I wanted to play baseball in school (I was a pitcher) but didn’t feel like riding the pine for four years so I focused on Academics. Journalism was my choice because I’m stupid, but hey, I got a job so I have that going for me, which is nice. Read more »

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Possessing your girlfriend’s body

I want to start off that I never believed any of that necromancy, devil worshipping, black magic stuff would work. The only reason I even had the literature is because I went on a torrenting binge and a few of the pieces were in bundles I grabbed. But you know what happens, curiosity gets the best of you and the next thing you know, you’ve polished off three books. I won’t lie, the spells and bindings did sound intriguing. Who wouldn’t want to read people’s minds or freeze time? But those things asked for the blood of a sickly mountain goat, the original sole of an Air Jordan II and ice from Sugarloaf Mountain. Pretty precise items that I, as a broke ass college graduate, did not have. I tried to levitate an egg; I failed. I tried to speak to my dog; I offended her. I even tried to make a voodoo doll; I ended up hurting myself more than anyone else. I was kind of burnt out from all the experimenting. Truth be told, I was no scientist. I took a Science Fiction lab in college just so I wouldn’t have to do actual science! But that’s beside the point. There was one more I wanted to try. I mean, it would fail. I knew that. The book knew that. My dog probably knew that. Basically, the gist of the spell (is that what they are? Spells? I’ve only seen the Will Ferrell version of Betwitched so my magic knowledge is subpar at best) is that I’ll “take control” of a person and be able to implant ideas (for lack of a better term) into their mind and hopefully that will alter their personality a little. The answer was obvious. I was going to use Karenina as my muse. We’ve been together for about…I don’t know, three years? Three years sounds right. We live together, we have the dog, and for the most part, everything is great. The one downside is that after the honeymoon phase, our sex life kind of just…died. There’s always an excuse and I won’t be the bad one here, I’ve made excuses too. Headaches, too late at night, that time of the month, the dog is comfy, you name it and we’ve heard it. Read more »