Category: gonewildstories

Nowhere. You’re adrift. You forgot a powerful word. No memory.
Arrived. You regain your senses. Silence. Warmth. Lavender-scented fabric and a soft touch.
Your straining eyes see nothing in the darkness.
Feeling good. Rested. Relaxed. Comfortable. You’re on your back. Light fabric hugs you, gently caressing your skin. You’re nude underneath. The only sound is your heartbeat.
You understand you’re bound. Wide arms and legs. If this is a bed, tie each limb to a corner. You pull against the padded bonds and think you could escape if you tried. Don’t. Still.
You inhale. Your nipples stiffen against the sheet and your legs feel warm.
Another person enters the room.
Hello.
Motion is the only response. Someone rise? Your heart races.
“Respond!”
“Hello,” a deep male voice replies. It’s unfamiliar.
“Who’re you?” Unanswered. Ask again. I’m where?
“Here.”
“What are you going to do to me?” you ask, less worried than expected.
“Whatever.”
“What if I leave?”
“Want to leave?”
You hesitate before saying yes. Why won’t you leave? Why don’t you fight to break these bonds? Curious?
“What’s up?”
Silence. He says one word when you believe he won’t.
“You.”
Warmth seeps between your legs. Wet. You don’t know him, but you desire him.
Show yourself.
Darkness ignites a match. As he lights a candle, a stone wall frames his black back. Long hair, big shoulders, and tall. He’s naked and the light shows his firm bottom. You look down as he slowly turns toward you. A form curves down in the shadows and faces you. You look up and find a plain black mask over his eyes. His powerful chin and determined mouth are unfamiliar.
You almost suggest removing the mask. If you told him, he’d do it, but you already know. Look between his legs again. He must toughen. Tough. Show him who you are.
“Take off my sheet,” you say.
He approaches the bed silently. Despite your request, his approach makes you nervous. You hear blood pounding.
He watches you from the bed. Your nipples protrude. He slowly lowers the sheet. The subtle fabric movement electrifies your nipples. He stops before revealing your breasts.
He teases? Is he offering another chance to stop this madness? Careless.
Don’t stop.
The sheet moves again, slower. You gasp when the candlelight reveals your nipples. His stare presses on your chest as he admires your breasts.
His cock grows in the shadows between his legs at your sight. To see more. Legs get warmer. But you don’t want to stop.
The friction is delightful as the sheet keeps falling. Bared belly. Moving sheet. This mysterious man will soon view your wet pussy.
Sheet stops again. Your cleft just touches the sheet’s edge. You refuse his second chance to halt.
“Keep going,” you say confidently.
Moving sheet tickles. You stare at his dark cock with eagerness. Arousal drips across the bed as the sheet gently moves. The shadow between his legs jumps when the sheet moves. He saw your wet, candle-lit pussy.
He carefully lowers the sheet, staring at your legs. As he sees more of you, his shadow between his legs rises.
It’s off. He sees everything. He sees all your beauty. He’s hungry. He’s never wanted this much. His eager stare takes in your luscious sensuality, making your hunger intense.
Touch me.
He glances at you before turning away. Devastating disappointment. You thrash against the bonds, desperate for touch. He’s back, over you. Optimism replaces disillusionment. He dips his fingers in a little basin between your legs. If only…
He holds your feet. Strong, warm, and gripping. Your legs tingle as his thumbs massage oil into your feet. He massages each toe on the tops of your feet. Ankles. His fingertips trace your skin’s contours, leaving satisfied flesh.
His touch relaxes and stretches your calves. Oil makes your skin crave his touch. He touches your outer thighs while kneeling. You spread your legs as far as the ties allow, desperate to open up to him. His hands return to your knees and climb your inner thighs. In anticipation, you feel another surge of warm desire, but his hands veer up and over the outside of your hips at the last second.
He climbs the bed holding your hips hard. He kneels between your knees, his cock straining for you. It’s tough and risky. He feels your strength. You don’t know him, but you know his innermost secret: You’re all he wants. Your hands are restrained, yet you want to touch his cock and feel his need.
He climbs again. They softly press your belly. They now cover your ribs. Your breasts lift and your nipples tighten. Waits.
“Please!”
He slowly lifts your swelling breasts till your firm nipples are under his warm palms. Gasp. Your breasts, legs, and back thrill. He’s pinching, rolling, and massaging your nipples. You want more.
“Kisses!”
He grabs a nipple and sucks it in, his tongue tasting you. When it gets too much, he changes breasts and you moan in delight. His soft mouth gave your breasts the most pleasure. You want to hug his head, but you can’t move. His clean hair fragrance relaxes you.
His mouth feels amazing, but once your breasts are filled, you focus on the raging desire between your legs. As if reading your mind, he releases a wet breast and kisses you down your body.
His tongue darts inside your belly button as he pauses. Sharply inhale. He descends. He stops again, his lips against your pussy, as his chin brushes the top. Before things escalates, he’s offering you another chance.
Continue! “Touch!”
“Where?”
“Tap me! Please!”
He insists.
“My pussy!” “Cuck! Please! Touch my wet cunt!”
He strokes your inner thighs. He kisses you. Finally, his hands touch and you gasp. He stares at you with his hands over your open vulva, still. Your hips push him, wanting more.
His hands finally move as he lowers his face between your legs. His fingers stroked your outer lips. You feel him exhale against you, knowing his every breath is flavored by your excitement. To smell you. He should taste you.
He squeezes your clitoris and twitches your toes while you moan. Pulling up and down. Up. Down. You sway. Though tethered, you move in response.
His fingers open you. Your exposed pussy is shimmering in his eyes, calling to him in the faint candlelight. Slowly pressing, fingers circle your opening. His thumb lifts your excited clitoris. You groan and exhale.
His fingers push your opening while his thumb presses your clit. You gasp as he enters and touches you. He pulls out, then back in with a second finger, stretching you beautifully. He pauses, enjoying you. He pushes hard, making you envision his cock entering you.
As his face lowers, his fingers twist and he pushes up, touching you perfectly. His lips touch the top of your cleft. Your hips thrust against him, opening his lips. His tongue strokes and explores your clitoris bump.
You want this stranger, this mystery beneath a mask, to taste your most personal area forever.
Cry softly. You can’t control them. You only want to follow him.
He kisses your inflamed clitoris and draws you into his mouth. He pulls you in despite your hips pulling back. He touches you inside. He knows how to touch you and the pleasure intensifies. Your hips accelerate as he lets you set the tempo. You’ve never ascended the pleasure mountain without orgasm. You’re waiting for the most powerful one of your life. He elevates. Higher. You’re buzzing with stress but not ready. Uncertainty. Really?
Only the scorching core of ecstasy between his lips remains. You’re weak in his grip, fantasizing of relief but hesitating. You’re hindered.
He notices your face.
“Cum,” he says. “OK.” Simple words, but confident and polite. Correct. You stop hesitating.
He kisses your eager clit again. As you’re overwhelmed, his slow, steady actions become frenzied and his tongue moves like lightning. Your bound limbs thrash, your voice wails, and your back arches. As you cum for him, you are surrounded by sensations.
You return to the room, bed, and body after an eternity. The unknown man softly releases you and sits up, laying a flat hand over your sore pussy. You’re sweating and gasping. He patiently observes you in the dark light. Your heart and breathing slow. Leg heat returns. Though impossible, you desire more. Look at his leg shadows.
“Show your cock,” you say.
He ascends with you. His erection is massive. It strains, pointing skyward. His heartbeat shakes it. He tenses as you exhale and tease his cock. His powerlessness is apparent.
“Kiss it,” you say.
He lowers his straining rod with a trembling hand and you raise your lips. Kiss the tip gently. You kiss the head while he holds it. He grumbles. You taste a drop of his arousal and drop your head on the bed. That taste makes your legs needy. He’s unknown to you. Don’t go too far!, but you’ve already lost.
You repeat what the masked man wants to hear, looking up at him. “Fuck.”
Patience, restraint, and kindness are gone. His hands are on your body again, but no tenderness. Now he takes, not gives. He gropes your skin insatiably.
He unties your feet and hands and pulls you down to the bed. Your limbs are free, yet his frenzied force is unavoidable. He grabs your thighs, opening you up. His desire overpowers you. He will take, use, and consume you regardless. He wants and needs you and won’t be refused.
As he lowers his cock to your needy cunt, you feel heated again. He drags the solid head up and down, thrilling your clit. Each stroke you hope he’ll push into you, but he doesn’t. He repeatedly gouges, teases, and denies you. Your only hope is his clenched-teeth grunts.
Full. His forceful thrust rips through you instantly. You gasp when your pussy wraps around his cock. You only feel his shove inside you afterward, like an echo. He pauses with his hips against yours. He grunts.
He pulls out and slams in when you recover your breath. You hug him and experience bliss. He’s amazing.
He grabs your breasts, pinches your nipples, and then proceeds down to your join. He’s pressing hard on your clitoris and you’re moaning too. He strokes and thrusts into your clit. He draws you closer and closer with heavy breathing. This stranger will burst inside you any second.
He falls on you and covers your head. Your nipples pierce his chest as he presses you against the bed. As he kisses you, his nails touch your scalp. His tongue enters your mouth. His hips pound your pussy as he pours his wild energy into you.
He thrusts incredibly fast. Each pump sends you higher into ecstasy as he grunts and loses control.
“Cum me,” he urges. “Mine. Display!”
Helpless, you must obey. As you fully succumb, your body clenches around his thrusting cock. He aggressively lurches against you with a yell, claiming, filling, and marking you forever. He yells a single syllable inside you.
“YOU!!!”
The orgasm makes your body thrash. As you tumble through space, farther from consciousness, everything fades to darkness, and you slumber happily for eons, the ecstasy seems endless.
* * * * *
The pleasant dawn light wakes you in your usual bedroom, bed, and pajamas. You extend your arms and legs, amazed at how rejuvenated you feel. Your dream is just a hint of warmth between your legs and a voice speaking a word you can’t quite remember.
When you roll over to sleep, you open your eyes to see something on the pillow. An unexpected thing speeds your heart: Simple black mask.