[FF] Fulfilling a bondage fantasy (part 3)

This is the final part of a story I started [here](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dl1ymz/ff_fulfilling_a_bondage_fantasy/) and continued [here](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dll8cr/ff_fulfilling_a_bondage_fantasy_part_2/), about the first time I explored a partner’s bondage and sensory-deprivation kink.

…she stops shaking and I move my head away to kiss and nibble on her thighs, and I can taste her wetness on my lips as I flop down next to her and start running my damp fingers across her thighs and belly. I stop and ask if she needs a break, but I remember that she can’t hear me with her headphones on and I decide that she *does* need a break, and I sit up and straddle her again.

I move my lips to hers and I’m kissing her so softly at first, and then I’m moaning and sliding my tongue against hers, kissing her harder and faster because it’s the only way I can think to let her know how turned on I am from just watching her cum for me. I know she can taste me on her lips, and the thought of that turns me on even more, and I run my fingers up her sides and cup her face in my hands. I run my finger gently across her lips and she sticks her tongue out to take it in her mouth again, but I gently push down against her chin and she gets the message. I want her to open her mouth for me.

[MF] A new, shared kink is discovered after 7 years!

Let me start by saying my kinks are fairly broad and definitely into the taboo, and I’m very open minded. My only real hard limits that I know are scat and puke. For a couple years now I’ve known that there was some vague curiosity surrounding golden showers/watersports within me and that if I ever got with a partner who was into such I would give it a try. But, it was more to satisfy curiosity and not because it was something I fantasized about or thought would do anything for me. I don’t think I’ve ever even watched a porn clip featuring it.

It’s been a brutal year on my husband and I, and we’ve both in therapy (individually and together.) Friday night we decided to use some mdma as a more therapeutic tool and sat and hashed things out and truly communicated for over 4 hours. For those unaware this is a psychedelic drug that my therapist has told me is actually being researched for family therapy because it floods your body with serotonin and makes it easier to feel empathy towards others and communicate openly. I’m not pushing drug use on those uncomfortable (and hope mentioning it doesn’t break any rules, if so I will rewrite) but rather trying to set the scene and explain that we had just been bonding in very intense non-sexual ways prior. But we were feeling really good and close, and really wanted to fuck.

[F] How this 40 year old mom spent her free day. (Sorry it’s long but so was the day)

Last week I knew that on Friday my day was going to be free with no obligations to anyone or anything. My kids both had sleepovers too. I decided a couple of days in advance that I was going to indulge in DPP chatting all day. I did the school run, worked out at they gym, came home and sat down at the computer with a bagel and cup of coffee.

I thought I would put up a post and wait for responses but one of my regular sexting friends was online and we chatted for a while about things before we got into our mutual love of all things involving spankings. Pretty soon we were swapping gifs, my shorts and panties were on the floor under the desk and, after we both edged ourselves for quite a long time she had to get ready to go to class and we let ourselves have, at least in my case, a very satisfying orgasm.

After a recovery period, I looked at postings and found an interesting one from a man, older than me, who wanted to explore threesomes with male to male contact. I inserted my husband into the fantasy and came again. I should probably point out that I am not really multi- orgasmic. I’m usually good for one pretty big one and then I’m done.

I’m [F] ovulating! Here’s what’s going through my mind:

I am typing this up on the train. Why? If I tried to at home, I would never finish. In public, I can’t touch myself. My hands can focus on the words despite my pussy’s incessant throbbing. It’s cold and rainy today, so I’m wrapped up and can pretend the weather is what’s making me so flushed and out of it. In truth? I’m in heat.

I woke up this morning with an animal need surging through my muscles. Moans slipped through my lips as I humped my pillow and chatted with a few online friends about my out of control state of mind. Dirty, twisted thoughts. Telling Daddy how much I wanted him. How much my body ached for a good fucking. It didn’t take long before I was dripping wet and strangling the pillow with my thighs.

And now I’m off to lunch with friends. Once again, I have to bury my truth and be that innocent and shy Asian girl everyone assumes I am. How am I supposed to tell my best friends that I wanted men to fuck me on my rug and cum inside me over and over until I was pregnant?

[MF] The time my best friend lost his virginity behind me

A little backstory:
Towards the end of high school, I invited one of my best friends (BF) to join a prom group that already had a bunch of singles in it, to try to get him to meet someone. I never had a problem wooing girls, but he has this quality that I’ve always admired about him: he communicates with everyone the same way, regardless of gender. So in short, he hadn’t really talked to girls for longer than about a minute. At the dance, he still sort of sat on the sidelines, and I knew I had to help him out. I knew one of my girl friends (GF) had just gotten out of a horrible breakup not too long ago, and I took it upon myself to “set them up” by telling each one that the other was interested in them. Before long, they were going out.

[MF] The time that I (M) hooked up with a coworker (F)

Some time ago, I had struck up a nice rapport with a woman (32 at the time) who worked in Accounts Receivable. It was casual flirting at first but once we exchanged numbers it quickly turned to a lot of dirty talk. She is brown skinned and Guyanese with a slender body, and she loved to talk shit.

At work we ended up making out in the parking lot and both of us decided that enough was enough. So that weekend we made plans and on Saturday afternoon she came to my apartment. We chatted for a bit while sipping Sangria, and after awhile we began kissing on the couch. She bit my bottom lip which sent me over the edge. I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom.

I tossed her (gently) on my bed and began to take my pants off, letting out my swollen red cock which had been raging hard for awhile. She began sucking it and said it reminded her of her dildo, which made me laugh before I started losing myself to the sheer lust of the whole situation. I grabbed her and began kissing her again before I took complete control of her, stripping her down completely.

I [f]ucked a Yoni [M]asseur

This is how my first encounter with the masseur went. Link to my previous story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d444sb/slut_rebirth_with_first_successful_anal/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share). I wrote this as a review of his services haha.

It was lunch time in the middle of a long arduous and emotional (had a breakup) week for me when I came across a post on the swingers forum; it said book a yoni massage for a splashing good time. Here I am, wishing I could go somewhere and drown in an orgasm big enough to wash my stress away. I left a like on the post and went about my day.

While moping at some depressing advances in my inbox, Ben’s pm came in; cheerful, non-pushy, inviting me to ping him on wechat, immediately offering that nights slot.

I’ll be honest, it was the first nice message I had gotten that day and I thought “well fuck it let’s see where this goes”.

Ben was very nice in the chat, immediately friendly and warm. He sensed that I wasn’t in a great mood and made an effort to cheer me up. It was refreshing to finally talk to someone who could take my uncommon words and reply with wit. He explained he needed to know a few things to prepare for the massage and it was easy to tell him about myself; no judgement at any of my replies, whatsoever.

[FF] Tamago | True Lesbian Sex Stories

[Tamago | True Lesbian Sex Stories](https://www.dogelink.top/2019/10/tamago-true-lesbian-sex-stories.html)

BEAUTIFUL

It’s morning in Sheffield, Iowa, sometime in the early sixties. I’m probably about eight, visiting for the summer. My grand-mother is getting dressed in front of the big mirror in the bathroom. I’m sitting on the closed toilet, watching, because at my house, with my no-nonsense mom, nothing this exciting ever happens. Grandmimi pulls on pantyhose, a slip. Her skirt, the matching blouse. A pin, bracelet, her rings. She steps into her high, high heels. Fluffs up her hair, nails it with hair spray. Spritzes perfume. She uses an eyelash curler, mascara, powder, rouge. And finally, she untubes her red lipstick and deftly colors her lips. Now I’m standing next to her. She knows I’m down here, by her hip. She tears herself away from her fabulous reflec-tion to swoop down in a cloud of perfume and hair spray for my morning kiss, full on the lips. Now I’m beautiful, too.

TURNED ON

[F]Loving Mom

“Beverly, Beverly, what has happened to you?”

I was walking past the downstairs bathroom when I heard those words. The door was open a few inches, and I could see my mother’s reflection in the mirror when I looked inside. I wasn’t trying to peep, but it happened that way.

Mom was wearing a tight sports bra and nylon shorts—workout clothes—that she spent more time wearing than working out in. The bra supported her large breasts without hiding her cleavage, and it left her abdomen bare down to her waistline. Mom wasn’t heavy, but for the last few years she was picking up a pound here, and a pound there and they weren’t going away.

The extra weight was evident in some of the clothes she wore, like her shorts. I noticed they fit tighter than they had a year ago, and I saw the way the fabric dug into the cleft between her thighs. I wouldn’t have been aware of this if Dad hadn’t pointed it out one night as a joke, but now my mother’s thick, meaty camel toe was something to look forward to during her “workout” time.

[FM] Darkness | Erotic Sex Stories

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I used to be afraid of the dark, until you showed me just how wonderful it could be. Losing my sight behind a blindfold has over time sharpened my other senses dramatically. As soon as you cover my eyes I become a different person. I can smell the paraffin wax candles, the sounds of your heavy breathing, even though you have yet to descend the basement stairs. I can smell your cock, the glistening, sweaty sweetness of your body.

I know that you’re watching me. I stand a little taller. I can feel the worship in your eyes. Though I’m bound like a slave I still feel like a queen.

I sense your eyes on my naked breasts, especially those areas that seem to be painted in the darker chocolate hue that accentuates my areolas. You love to try and get your mouth around it all. From there your eyes travel down my voluptuous chocolate body, over my flat stomach with the butterfly tattoo, to the kinky blackness of my sex; and further on to my softly sculpted things and long legs.