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[Masturbation] Tamed Part 1: That Friday Evening

It’s been a while! I’ve been way too caught up with starting a novel to write this kind of X rated stuff on the side; besides I really have to be in the right mood to do this sort of thing. Either way please enjoy, feedback and comments are encoraged!

Disclaimer: This is all a publication of fiction and in no way happened. This also may get a little unrealistic. You’ve been warned.
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It started one Friday afternoon, in the height of summer. The scathing heat was unberable for most people around town; those that didn’t have the luxury of an air conditioned car to hide in were relagated to taking refuge underneath the towering buildings of the city square or the tall oak trees on campus a few minutes walk away. I was one of the unlucky few who couldn’t stop to cool myself off under a shaded area, I needed to get home, the milk and bread I bought from the shop was going to spoil quickly if I left them in the bag which I clung onto. In my other hand I held a thick, well used and heafty textbook large enough to be used as a doorstop. A book on phycology that I had read cover to cover multiple times over since I had started this college course last year. Read more »

Talk to Strangers: Omegle Story 2 of 3 [MF]

This is my second of three Omegle stories, it’s shorter than [the first] ([https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ihuqk1/talk_to_strangers_an_omegle_story_mf/](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ihuqk1/talk_to_strangers_an_omegle_story_mf/)), and it is also pretty tame. I should have the third finished in a couple of days.

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I tried a few more times, but I didn’t have the patience or the luck to make it work. It was only because of Reddit that I went back on. Someone had sent me a message after I posted a story, and we began talking. For a couple of weeks, we flirted but were careful about our privacy. I think we both liked getting an orange envelope in the morning and having someone and something outside of our regular lives. One night we were going back and forth, and she sent me a picture for the first time. It was artful, cropped so that I couldn’t tell her identity, and absolutely amazing. She wanted me to write her something based on the picture. I started to when she sent me another message, “Do you like?” Again, I didn’t finish my reply before she wrote, “I mean, is it the sort of thing you’re going to look at when you touch yourself?”

The Story of Cunt II: Day Six [BDSM] [public] [humiliation] [forced] [MF/FF]

**Author’s note: my sincerest apologies, my lovelies. I somehow forgot about my new life as a pornographer and didn’t get day six out yesterday, as I had planned. Hopefully we can get through this without the need for a beating or spanking, but if it has to be, it has to be! Here’s day six!**

Cunt awoke to two things: a terrible smell and a hand on her crotch. She could have let the second go, assumed it was a psychosexual dream that was taking on physical properties, but that smell was like nothing she had ever dreamed before. She opened her eyes to see from where the smell was emanating. To her absolute annoyance, it was a recognizable face: it was that old pervert who had previously tried to grope her. She stood up, ready to yell at him to fuck off, but she felt so down and so desperate to get off that she just went with it. Read more »

Airport Pickup (MF, cheating, oral, public)

I was only supposed to pick her up from the airport and bring her home. My wife had asked me to do it since she had gotten sick the night before. Her friend, Olivia, or Oli for short, was returning from a business trip. I waited at the airport waiting lot for about 30 minutes before I got the call that she was outside the terminal for pickup.

As I pulled up to the curb I saw Oli. She is about 5 ft 8 inches tall, slender body with huge tits that were very well pronounced in the green floral sundress she was wearing matched well with her vibrant red hair and clear green eyes. Obviously having never told my wife this, I had jacked off to her more than once. Oli threw her bags into the backseat and sat in the passenger seat. We greeted each other and I drove off, we lived in the same neighborhood and it was about an hour from the airport.

We made small talk, asking her about her trip and how the flight was. She asked me how my wife was feeling and how my work was doing. It didn’t take long until we had run out of things to talk about. We just sat in the car listening to the radio. Read more »

Bring Me Back a Hawaiian Girl [MF, humor, cheating, interracial, preg]

Her husband dropped her off at the airport and helped her get inside with her bags. She asked him if he wanted any souvenirs from Hawaii.

He laughed and said, “Bring me back a Hawaiian girl!” before giving her a final hug and kiss goodbye, and returning to the car. He made such jokes often, whenever her work sent her to far off destinations. An Italian girl, he’d asked for. A French girl. A Japanese girl. How serious was he, when he made those jokes? Were they really a joke, or merely a way to gauge her interest with some plausible deniability? If she came back with a Hawaiian girl to add to their household, would he be delighted? Would he dote on her every day? Share their meals with her? Pamper her? She suspected he would. He was popular with girls. They liked him, and he liked them back. Read more »

Fucking my long distance gf

This is a fantasy of fucking my long distance gf, it’s my first try to write something like that, hope you like it!

You’re on your back, legs open wide, knees brought to your chest with your feet in the air. My face inbetween your thighs, so close you can feel my warm breath against your wet pussy. Then I do it. I look up at you, lean in and suck that little clit into my mouth, flicking and sliding my tongue over it as it’s inside. Gently rolling it inbetween my lips. You hear your clit pop out of my mouth as it gets sucked. Eating that little pussy, preparing you for what’s about to come. Making you drip down your groin and towards your asshole. At this point I grab the back of your knees and push them back further, revealing that tight little asshole covered in your pussy juice… and I’ll bury my tongue in and swirl it around, cleaning you up. Watching your hole repeatedly tense up and relax with excitement. Read more »

The Tower [MF][Fantasy][long][under the influence]

Free solo climbing a stone tower in the middle of a city was not a skill every person possessed. But Dian Harroca was not every person. Nimble, experienced fingers found every nook and cranny in the stonework, every crumbling piece of mortar. His forearms and thighs ached, protested, but Dian found that small part of himself to retreat into, to ignore the strain and concentrate on moving ever up.

The city of Everhold stretched out far below him, a sprawling warren of streets and buildings of every shape and size. The glistening Ream River sparkled silver and blue to the east, curling and snaking into the distance, dotted with white sails. High above, the three moons stood proud in a clear, star-speckled sky.

Dian ignored it all. His target lay several stories above, and it would not do for him to lose his concentration now. Not when it was so far down. A nasty way to die, that. Old Beric has died that way, his skull cracked open on the cold, unforgiving concrete. The memory sometimes made Dian jolt awake at night. Read more »

Muslim Freshman Does Anything to Join University Newspaper [FMF][Humiliation]

Rhea sat nervously patient as the two managing editors of State University’s newspaper reskimmed her resume. The brown freshman adjusted her hijab, calmly confident that her High School extracurriculars would be enough to land her an editor position at the prestigious paper, the first jumping point for her journalistic career.

Rhea’s crossed arms pushed out her medium-sized chest bound by a yellow floral dress. Her shapely bottom squashed against the chair seat, and her constant jittery crossing and uncrossing of her legs caused a distracting squeaking.

“Impressive. I can’t find anything on here that wouldn’t fast-track you into our opening arts desk position.” Alexandra passed Rhea’s resume back. The Korean junior had a pale diamond face, her black hair pulled back in a ponytail behind her glasses. She wore a professional woman’s suit and was thinner than Rhea. “We’ll move onto the next stage of the interview if that’s all right.”

“Of course,” answered Rhea. She sized up Alexandra’s co-editor, the silent but kind-faced Charles. The blind senior took a much more relaxed stance to the office’s attire, repping jeans and a ratty band tee.

“We’re a big, happy family here at the paper,” Alexandra continued. “Are you enjoying your time on campus so far?” Read more »