Category: gonewildstories

My Brat needed to be punished in front of a stranger [MFM]

My Brat was being incredibly sassy. We’d gone a few weeks between me putting her in her place. I’d blame myself, but that would mean I was wrong. So clearly that can’t be the right answer.

So to snap her in line, I started counting. I got up to 11 before she realized I was counting how many times I was going to spank her. And every time she protested or tried to claim the number was too high, I moved the number up higher.

Just a spanking felt like too easy of a punishment. So when we both had an open night, I made arrangements. I found a stranger on the internet that was willing to let us borrow his hotel room, so that he could watch and enjoy her punishment. I let him know that he was welcome to jerk off to it, and he had permission to grope her tits. Also, when I was done using her, I let him know she’d be sucking his cock. Read more »

My Inner Cumslut Come Outs – Pt 1 [FM]

It had been a while since I had seen Tim. He was coming in for a dinner meeting and spending the weekend with me then flying out on the red eye Sunday night, so the least I could do was accept his dinner invitation. We had talked about the last time we were together and how I enjoyed him taking control, and I spent the last couple of weeks dropping hints on how I wanted it more.

I checked-in to the hotel, and his bags were already there along with a box on the bed for me. It was another lingerie set with a note that read “I want you to cum in the bar this time.” I walked into the bathroom to shower and saw that a garment bag with my name on it and in it was a tight black dress that was shorter and tighter than the one I wore the night I met him. The note read “I can’t wait to see you in this tonight.” Thoughts ran through my head of him all over me, and I couldn’t help but get turned on as I showered. Read more »

My first orgasm [F]

Browsing r/sex, I see a lot of posts from women about not being able to orgasm and worrying it will never happen. That made me think about my own desperation to give myself my first orgasm.

It was 10 years ago, I was 19 and home from college for the summer. I was bored. I wasn’t dating anyone but had started mildly flirting with a guy I went to high school with. It hadn’t gone further than a brief makeout session at a friend’s house, but I was hopeful it would.

I was far from sexually experienced then. Kinda the quintessential “good girl” — straight A’s, captain of the volleyball team in high school, went to a good college. I dated in high school but the most daring I got was giving a blow job behind the school during a football game. My boyfriends back then gave me oral or fingered me, and I enjoyed it, but I was pretty sure I had never had an orgasm. I tried masturbating but no matter what I did, I never got that intense feeling or feeling of relief my friends talked about. Read more »

Freshman year beach trip with friends part 10 (final) [MF]

Eventually my penis returned to is flaccid state and fell out of Mari. I stood up and walked to the pool and entered by way of the steps. Mari wasn’t far behind.

She hung pretty close to me. She couldn’t stop going on about how great the sex had been. She told me that was the best orgasm she’d ever had. I chalked most of her compliments up to the novelty of our pairing, I don’t think I did anything that was particularly commendable.

She would casually touch my penis. I could tell she enjoyed holding it in her hand and studying it. I couldn’t get completely hard again, but my penis was a little more full than its usual completely flaccid state. Mari’s nipples remained nice and hard while we floated around the pool.

Mari told me she wanted to have sex with me at least one more time before we left to go back home. She also made it clear that she hoped we could become friends with benefits once we got back home. I told her that I was going to have to do some soul searching and probably get some clarification from Adam and Kathryn about how they felt about that arrangement. Read more »

I got dicked down by a lesbian [TF]

( so just to clear so stuff up i don’t really know my gender atm so lets just say im a femboy. My roomie is a non-binary lesbian. We fuck around and smoke a lot)

Alrighty so I don’t remember all the details, but one day my roomie and i were smoking together like we usually do but i was wearing only panties and a hoodie. So i was doing something random like picking something up and they jockingly spanked me cause we’re pretty close but it caught me by surprise. I started blushing and they saw me being nervous and they laughed and said “why are ya being so shy? You’re used to being a slut right” and i was like “truu” cause i am literally a sexworker lol so i went with it but a bit later i was gaming playing Wind Waker on the bed with them and I suddenly felt them rubbing my ass, which obviously made me blush again, So I turned to see them grinning and they just say “keep playing” in a stern voice. So i do as they command, then they put their hand under my panties and started teasing me more. Read more »

M]y [F]inal Scene With A Great Sub

So, after hanging around in this group for a few weeks, I’ve finally worked up the nerve to share a story. This goes back about 5 years, but I’m curious about how other people view it.

My sub, R, was a real estate agent near where I used to live in Georgia, per our contract, she was obligated to carry out any daily task assigned to her within an hour of it being assigned. A lot of our D/s dynamic was carried out via text since we both had very demanding careers, it was hard to find physical time together. So, on this day I found myself alone in the office doing some ordering when I started thinking about her. 

She has a killer body, a bit on the heavier side, with big firm tits, and nice hips. Just the way I like them. She had shoulder length wavy dark red hair, and when she was dressed professionally for work, the mere thought of her could make me rock hard. It was the demanding career that lead her to being my sub in the first place, so I tried to make sure to assign her tasks while I knew she was at work, because it helped her day be less stressful. I knew she was showing a really nice house in the area and that she was nervous about the potential for a sale. So, I text her to go to the bathroom and take a picture with her beautiful tits out, and instructed her to be licking one of her nipples for me.  Read more »

How [F]orced cat-sitting led to me “borrowing” my neighbor’s dildo

Although I’d love to have a cat, my mother is allergic. So, when the neighbors were looking for someone to cat-sit while they were away for three weeks, my mother, of course, volunteered me. Without asking. I begrudgingly agreed.

They left late Sunday night, so I went over yesterday to play with the cats. As soon as I turned the key and entered their impressively large house, I made a couple realizations:

– since my neighbors stressed the importance of playing and socializing with the cat to my mom, I could stay there as long as I wanted

– I could smoke weed in their backyard with total privacy!

– I could rifle through their stuff

I know some of y’all will bulk at the last realization, thinking it immoral. You better stop reading now then.

After I smoked a joint in the backyard and played with the cats for a while, I started snooping. Read more »

[MF] 21F fucked at a party by an older stranger that knew my dad

This happened a few years ago in college when I went from only ever having sex with boyfriends to experimenting with some club drugs like Molly and GHB and having sex with strangers. The sudden change was mostly brought on by some crap going on in my life that my 21 year old brain wasn’t dealing well with and if I were completely honest also out of a desire to try something really slutty. I didn’t always make the safest choices but it sure was interesting, fun and I got to find out what it’s like to be a fuck toy as they called it by college friends and random guys. This phase of my life only lasted about 2 months but I got pretty slutty and into some crazy situations and made it through safe somehow.

Some of this is hazy but I’ll share what I can remember. The party was at a house near campus and was in the first few weeks of my sluthood. At previous parties when I got high and was rolling I’d end up naked and end up with some guy going down on me or giving a blow job to one or more guys. I’d been fucked at parties a few times too. The sex was different than boyfriend sex. Guys were rougher and being just under 5’2” and 100 lbs, I wasn’t hard to dominate. I was dancing so I was in good shape but I was just tiny. Read more »

When I was [F] 18 and pregnant I let an older guy I was also dating have sex with me

So I was a virgin going into college. I started dating a 41 year old guy who worked for daddy since I was 5 or 6 years old. When I was 17 he asked me out. I wasn’t attracted to him at all physically, but he was SO sweet to me and babied me like daddy. When I went to college I met another guy and started dating him too. He’s now my husband, but back then (3-4 years ago) he got me pregnant the 2nd time we had sex.

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When I was with the 41 yr old to tell him I was pregnant and couldn’t see him anymore he was so sad. I felt awful that I was the reason he felt sad. When he asked if he could have sex with me I thought it could make him happy in the smallest way. It happened at one month pregnant, then again at 4 months pregnant, then he helped me as I got bigger. He was really sweet to me. I told my now husband about it when our little girl turned 2. He was not happy. Still making sense of it all if anyone want to DM me with questions or want to know more. <3

[MF] That Time I Fell In Love: Part 1 (with pictures)

I have a confession. This is a story I posted well over a year ago (then quickly deleted) and over the course of the last year I’ve posted several stories about this relationship. I treated it, in those stories, like it was a casual thing, but in reality, it wasn’t. For almost three years it was everything to me and then I fucked it up. Or maybe I fucked it up from the beginning. Or maybe I didn’t. Maybe we both did. Maybe you can be the right person for the right person but it’s the wrong time? It doesn’t matter now. We promised not to talk to each other again. We’ve blocked each other’s iMessages, and instagrams, and WhatsApps messages, and emails (did you even know you could do that? block an email?). Mutual Assured Relationship Destruction. I’ve tried to forget her address so I don’t send postcards or letters when I visit places or memories we shared. I didn’t send her postcards from Spokane, or Portland, or Boise this summer. I didn’t text her when a band we had seen in a dive bar in Wyoming was playing at my hotel in Austin two weeks ago. I’ve stopped googling her. Mostly. I’ve stopped looking through the gone wild posts she made for me right after we met. Mostly. I don’t look at her new boyfriends instagram or the instagram of the restaurant she works at hoping to catch a glimpse of her in the background of a picture. I don’t look at the blog she had as an undergrad. That would be a crazy thing to do. I don’t cry when I find a random picture of her I forgot about on an old phone. I don’t look at his house on google maps. I don’t think about her in there fucking him or sitting on the porch with him as the sun sets on a hot summer evening. I don’t do that anymore. I never did that. That also would be crazy. And even though we haven’t spoken for almost 4 months now, my head still reels when I think about her. At 1 am, the moon light glinting through my open window, a breeze stirring the leaves and branches of the live oak in my yard, and then the curtains in this room- I’m hoping she is laying next to him. Awake. Staring out the window. Thinking about me. She isn’t. Right? Maybe she is? She’s asleep? She’s asleep. Sleeping on her left side, the blanket kicked lazily off of her while he lays next to her. Two pillows under her head. Always two pillows. Her small shallow breaths. The involuntary twitch of her left leg. At 3 am she’ll get up and get a drink of water. She always did. She always does. It still hurts. It really hurts. It’s not the stabbing pain that left me breathless anymore. It’s more of a dull ache that resurfaces with a memory, or smell, or a song like someone pushing into a forgotten bruise. On nights like this I really miss her. Read more »