Author: simoneiswriting

[F][NB] Met a stranger at a gas station and let them fill me up…

I hadn’t anticipated how difficult it would be to leave my ex-wife’s bed this morning, but it was. I had woken up at 6AM, my eyes immediately alert to the rising sun, body flushed with anxiety. It had taken hours to fall asleep the night before, but I wasn’t tired. Anticipation will do that to you. While I stared at the ceiling waiting for a more appropriate waking time, my ex-wife slept soundly, dirty blond hair fanning around her cherubic face. The soft fuzz on her cheek glowed in the morning light, and I was tempted to stroke it with the back of my fingers, as I had so many times before, but I didn’t.

We hadn’t shared a bed since we decided to amicably separate – me sleeping in the guest room, her in our bedroom. Formerly our bedroom. At first I thought sleeping without her next to me would be difficult, even though we hadn’t been intimate in years, but I adapted quickly. I did, at times, miss her heat. The night before I moved across the country seemed like a good time for a small ask; one last shared night in our (her) bed. I would have enough time to sleep alone. She, angel that she is, of course obliged me. It is her nature to be kind. We got dressed in our pajamas separately, forcing an undoing of our previous unabashed intimacy. Read more »

[F][NB] Met a stranger at a gas station and let them fill me up…

I hadn’t anticipated how difficult it would be to leave my ex-wife’s bed this morning, but it was. I had woken up at 6AM, my eyes immediately alert to the rising sun, body flushed with anxiety. It had taken hours to fall asleep the night before, but I wasn’t tired. Anticipation will do that to you. While I stared at the ceiling waiting for a more appropriate waking time, my ex-wife slept soundly, dirty blond hair fanning around her cherubic face. The soft fuzz on her cheek glowed in the morning light, and I was tempted to stroke it with the back of my fingers, as I had so many times before, but I didn’t.

We hadn’t shared a bed since we decided to amicably separate – me sleeping in the guest room, her in our bedroom. Formerly our bedroom. At first I thought sleeping without her next to me would be difficult, even though we hadn’t been intimate in years, but I adapted quickly. I did, at times, miss her heat. The night before I moved across the country seemed like a good time for a small ask; one last shared night in our (her) bed. I would have enough time to sleep alone. She, angel that she is, of course obliged me. It is her nature to be kind. We got dressed in our pajamas separately, forcing an undoing of our previous unabashed intimacy. Read more »

[FFFF] Russian sauna: Part 2

Hey y’all, thanks for your patience! Here’s part 2 of the steamy Russian banya story. XOX

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“Bella!” Anya pulled me in to kiss my cheek before handing me a glass of red wine. “Come in, please! Shoes off!” She waved her hand to the shoe rack next to the door. “And take some slippers.” She had a row of fresh hotel slippers next to the shoe rack. Pretty impressive, I thought to myself, if unusual.

“It’s Russian custom,” she said, reading my thoughts. I nodded instinctively, following her through the foyer into the kitchen, where I was greeted by two more incredibly beautiful women in robes and slippers. I noticed suddenly I was the only one actually dressed.

“Everybody, this is Bella, my sauna friend. Bella, this is Karine and Nadia.” Karine and Nadia all waved and smiled at me. Read more »

[Group] Exploring my deepest desires in the dark steaminess of a Russian sauna…

Note: Light BDSM themes. It’s an all-girl orgy, y’all!

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I met Anya at the women’s only spa in town, in the dry sauna. I noticed her immediately; I always came on the same days, the same times, and had not seen her before. I would learn later that she usually arrived after I’d gone home. This day had been a fluke. I saw her first when she had passed me a few times in the hall between the sauna and the soaking tubs, a flash of dark, curly hair and breasts that draped down her body elegantly. Her brown nipples stared at me as we passed, our bare shoulders nearly grazing each other. The soft hair on her arms bristled against mine. I shivered, despite the humidity. She was on her way to the dry sauna, and I was on my way to the cold tub. After I saw her swish into the dry sauna, I changed my mind, opting instead for a cold dunk from the bucket shower.

I pulled the rope and a frigid splash ached down my shoulder blades, trickling down my lower back to sputter out between my thighs. I pulled it again. My nipples hardened toward the water. I felt the warmth between my thighs escalate. I pulled the rope again. Then I turned back to the dry sauna. Read more »

[FFFF] Exploring my deepest desires in the steamy darkness of a Russian sauna

Hey y’all! Thanks so much for all the love from the last story; I really appreciate the feedback, and glad you are enjoying the writing! Here’s another one for ya – part 1. The sexy stuff is mostly in part 2, but I think this’ll get your imagination going just fine…

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I met Anya at the women’s only spa in town, in the dry sauna. I noticed her immediately; I always came on the same days, the same times, and had not seen her before. I would learn later that she usually arrived after I’d gone home. This day had been a fluke. I saw her first when she had passed me a few times in the hall between the sauna and the soaking tubs, a flash of dark, curly hair and breasts that draped down her body elegantly. Her brown nipples stared at me as we passed, our bare shoulders nearly grazing each other. The soft hair on her arms bristled against mine. I shivered, despite the humidity. She was on her way to the dry sauna, and I was on my way to the cold tub. After I saw her swish into the dry sauna, I changed my mind, opting instead for a cold dunk from the bucket shower. Read more »

[FF] Hired a woman for sensual massage, Part 2!

The long-awaited part 2 is here (hint: it was on my profile all along!). Part 2 is where it gets real steamy – enjoy! Part 1 is [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lmzv6a/i_f_hired_another_woman_for_sensual_massage/)

I compose an email.

*Dear Lily* (her listed named being Lily),

*I would love to meet you.*

No. That sounds stupid.

*Lily,*

*I love your dimples. Do you think we could arrange a meeting*

No. That is also stupid.

*Hi Lily,*

*I am nervous. This is my first time. You look like you know what you’re doing, and I am craving some touch – might you be available this coming weekend for a one hour appointment? Please find my information attached below. I look forward to hearing from you.*

I send it before I have time for regret. Maybe I haven’t given her enough time, or perhaps I’ve given too much. I think about her red curls gracing my shoulders. I slam my computer shut and go, fitfully, to sleep.

In the morning, I have a response. She is available, Saturday at noon, is well-versed with newbies, and would love to see me. I send a deposit immediately. I shake for the next three days in anticipation. Read more »

I [F] Hired Another Woman For Sensual Massage…

Part 1 of a story about hiring another woman for sensual massage.

I tend to write with a lot of build and anticipation. Patience is required. Sexy parts demarcated if you must skip ahead. Full story is posted on my profile <3

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Inside me was a pit. In the pit were cold coals, bits of bark, unholy, dampening wetness; things unsuitable for fire and longing. Instead of longing, I cultivated emptiness. I felt sorry for my pinked and bloodied heart.

“Eventually, you’ll feel different,” Violet tried to reassure me, her tender hands always half-soothing, half-making tea.

Since I had known her, I had been in mourning. First it was the loss of a pet, then it was the loss of a family member, then it was a move, then it was anything that caused the slightest bit of inconvenience. The exhaustion of survival had set in, and I had lost something I didn’t think possible: my own body. Read more »

[FF] Hiring another woman for a sensual massage…

Part 1 of a story about hiring another woman for sensual massage. Based on a true story!

I tend to write with a lot of build and anticipation. Patience is required. Sexy parts demarcated if you must skip ahead. Full story is posted on my profile <3

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Inside me was a pit. In the pit were cold coals, bits of bark, unholy, dampening wetness; things unsuitable for fire and longing. Instead of longing, I cultivated emptiness. I felt sorry for my pinked and bloodied heart.

“Eventually, you’ll feel different,” Violet tried to reassure me, her tender hands always half-soothing, half-making tea.

Since I had known her, I had been in mourning. First it was the loss of a pet, then it was the loss of a family member, then it was a move, then it was anything that caused the slightest bit of inconvenience. The exhaustion of survival had set in, and I had lost something I didn’t think possible: my own body. Read more »