Category: gonewildstories

“Fuck, such a goddess,” he says, with an appreciative look at my naked form bathed in the moonlight, my perky breasts and erect nipples holding his gaze for a few seconds before he gets back to work. He places my hands over my head so they touch the headboard. My fingers trace the headboard’s ornate floral designs as he binds my hands to the posts with his belt.
As he’s tying my hands, the tie dangling over my face, I bite it to draw him closer.

“Oh, you want this? Take it then,” he says as he removes his tie. I reach for it with my teeth but he moves it further up, beyond their reach. “You won’t decide how to use it.” Drawing the tie taut, he lowers it over my eyes and ties it gently but firmly behind my head. Now my other senses become hyperactivated; I can only smell the soft silk of the tie and feel his short breaths above me. I feel my ankles being pushed down and spread out towards the corners of the bed, then bound by some stretchy but strong fabric. I’m now fully helpless, so ready to give in to what’s in store. He draws his lips closer to me and I search for them with mine, but he draws away at the last second. Read more »

I started dating someone about two months ago. We met online and we’ve been talking non-stop. A few weeks ago, we met up at a bar and had a socially-distanced date. We didn’t touch, not even to bump elbows. It was easy to relax and laugh with him. But the entire time, I was thinking about what he was hiding in his pants and how he told me he wanted to tie me down and force me to orgasm over and over again.

He moved into his new apartment last week so I went up to spend the weekend. After getting used to seeing one another without a mask and getting comfortable getting close, we started kissing on his couch. It wasn’t long before I was straddling his lap and grinding against his cock, with his lips kissing down my neck, to my breasts, before he bit my nipples.

I kept grinding on his cock until he ordered me to strip, go to his bedroom, and lay down on his bed. He followed shortly behind and cuffed me to his bed and attached clamps to my nipples. The biting pain was a nice contrast to the vibe he started holding against my wet clit. His hands alternated between fingering my wet pussy and choking me. Read more »

Real stories from a married Wisconsin couple. This one is from Her.

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The summer before my Junior year of college, I started a relationship with a guy, Brandon, I met through a college friend. It was a fast moving relationship. We were sexual with each other from the outset (more stories for a later day). In retrospect, he was a little obsessed with me, which should have been a red flag. I didn’t realize it at the time, and within 6 months, I moved into his apartment.

The following spring I left for South America for a semester abroad. I specifically went to Costa Rica to finish my Spanish degree and spent 5 months or so living with a host family. Brandon didn’t want me to go and before I left he proposed. I thought I wanted to marry him and said “yes.” As I reflect on it, I was in no way ready to settle down like that.

My host family was great, and though my host mother I met an older guy (32 years old – I was 21 or so) from Ecuador. He was cute, funny, and athletic. His name was Andres and I’d see him from time to time when he would visit my host family. Eventually we started texting each other with a local cell phone I acquired. Read more »

Many years ago I had a summer internship in the advertising business. I worked a lot with Gabrielle, a French graphic designer. Her go-to feedback was to make it “more sexy for the Americans” who were all apparently prudes compared to the French, who knew what they wanted and how to get it. This was said about literally anything from the obvious images with models to things like the lighting and curvature on a lawnmower.

One Friday night, a bunch of folks were going out to a nearby wine bar after work and Gabi was among them. She invited me along, but I had to decline as I was only 20.

“American rules are stupid. In France you can have a glass of wine no big deal but Americans get all …” At this point, she made kind of a frenetic arm flapping gesture and sighed. Then, her eyes lit up and she hit her forehead.

“DUH! I have wine. Come have some with me!” Read more »

My husband’s boss flirts with me and I am not confident how to behave about it. I’m no raving beauty and Craig flirts with everyone, other wives, female subordinates, waitresses. He’s one of those guys who is just always full of himself, kind of laughs at this own jokes. He’s the Sales Manager at the dealership where Don works. He’s a super salesman, very persuasive.

I tell Don that his boss creeps me out and he sort of shrugs it off. He knows I’d never cheat on him. He keeps an eye on his boss when we’re all together, and that makes me feel better. On the other hand when we’re alone he jokes about how “if we play our cards right” he could turn this to his advantage at the office. He says he’s the favorite sales rep because the Manager likes me so much. I think he’s nuts, that his boss likes everyone.

In mid-August they celebrated the fifth anniversary of the “new” showroom with an office party. The large space was packed with suppliers, staff, and local officials. There was a bar, and a band, and it really was a lot of fun. Don doesn’t enjoy dancing but he always likes to watch me, and I even took a turn with the corporate vice president from Detroit! Read more »