[MF]I think I found a new kink for me. Mild BDSM, edging, hold the moan, slut play. (part 2)

For some context look at [The Beginning: part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/77i1so/mf_the_beginning_i_think_i_found_a_new_kink_for/?st=j90i783n&sh=b02adf76)

After her orgasm, she tood up and bent over the couch for me, pulling down her sweats and panties all in one smooth motion. I stood behind her..slid the palm of my hand up her back…pressing my fingers against her shoulder blades and told her to spread for me, …she did. “Good girl” slipped from my lips and to be honest with you, it suprised me a little more than it die her. She giggled so I ran the palm of my hand over her ass cheeks. Left side, then right side, and then slowly slipped my fingers down. Playing with her. She leaned back against me and breathed out, hard. I grabbed her hair and pulled her upright. “Show me your room, and show me the toy that you use to play with yourself.” She went to the room and pulled her sweatshirt off. Very quickly and excitedly. She was breathing hard and smiling the whole time and pulled out a hitachi magic wand massager with a small adapter that looked a bit like a squid on the end.

My High School Teammate [MF]

This story spreads out over about 5 years so it may take a minute to get super juicy, but it will have Naughtiness along the way.

In my state, high water polo is technically a coed sport. So while dominated by guys, there were a few girls who played. That’s how I first met JF. She was two years younger than me and I first saw her on the first day of polo practice my Junior year. She was average height, like 5’2 or 5’3 with long dark hair. At the time she had decent high B or low C tits with a great ass and thick legs. She was cute, but I wouldn’t say a knock out. For some reason I have always had a thing for a girl in a one piece swim suit, so when she came out with those legs and round as in a black one piece, I was immediately taken.

[Cheating] [MF] Didn’t realize I loved cum so much until now

Longtime lurker who has enjoyed many a story here for my own personal pleasure, so I thought I’d finally give back. Please forgive the writing style and the length, I’ve never written in this format before and got a bit carried away. Also fair warning this story involves cheating but don’t worry I’m not here to dump my emotional baggage on you so read on ye of (an appetite for) little faith. Haha.

A little about my appearance: I’m a small, petite, Asian girl who’s always got a bit of a tan going on due to my sun addiction. Sensible, breast length hair in a simple cut, dyed a little darker than my normal color because I got tired of the typical light brown highlights I’ve always sported. I think I’m a 32A, but I don’t wear bras unless I must so I’ll just say that I follow my ancestor’s genetics and have small boobs (but they’re enough on my frame to differentiate that I’m definitely female). I look young and pretty innocent for my age, so it might be a surprise to you that I have some jewelry adorning my nipples and clitoral hood (some GW posters have some lovely pictures of their piercings if you want to get an idea of what that looks like).

Our first time [MF]

We met on an anonymous app, and even though both of us were married we used to flirt right from the start, and we had great chemistry between us. 

We both shared a lot of the same kinks, and quickly realized that we were lucky to find each other because it’s rare for two people to have such dirty fantasies as we did. 

To give you an idea, we were both into cum play, watersports, she had rape fantasies that I was willing to try, incest, rough, hard sex and bringing other people in our bedroom. 

We didn’t think we’d ever meet though, and if we did, we didn’t think we’d cross the line, and physically do anything at all. 

Then one fateful day my wife and her husband were traveling out of state, and we were both presented with the perfect opportunity. 

I invited her to my home and after extracting promises that we won’t get physical she agreed to meet me. 

We were both nervous on the day, but given that she had to come to me she was much more nervous and she was shivering when I opened the door for her. 

Cumming Inside [M]y Chubby [F]riend

**The Background (skip this if you want to go straight to the sex part):**

I’ve always had a little crush on my friend Mel. She’s a short girl, standing at about 5’ flat, and definitely has some curves. Before her I’d never been with a girl that some guys would be consider “chubby”, but I’ve always found myself attracted to them, especially her. I still can’t say what I find most attractive about her, but narrowed it down to two things – her infectious personality and the way she exudes sexuality in almost everything she does OR the amazing shape of her body and how you could spend hours trying to figure out how she fit her ass into her jeans (cue the generic rap music!)

The perfect opportunity to finally get with her came a month or so ago. A large group of us were heading out to a bar to do some karaoke. My (recently married) good friend had just bought a house down the street from the bar and invited me to crash later. My friend’s wife happens to be BFFs with Mel. The three of us were in their living room enjoying a few beverages before the bar, when I saw Mel pull up in her car. She got out of her car and I noticed she was carrying a bag to sleep over. My married friends didn’t need to say anything, the look they gave me said it all – this wasn’t a coincidence (Side Note: I have great friends).

Meeting his demands [MF]

My friend R and I have been fuck buddies for almost a year now, and we have a bit of a Dom/sub thing going on. At first, it was mostly my interest (I’m the sub), and R was just willing to play along. But now, he enjoys the power play just as much as I do, and has gotten WAY more comfortable in that role – which is equally scary and arousing :)

My 29th birthday was in late September, and as a “celebration,” R promised to give me 29 spankings the next time we got together. I joked that he would never be able to reach 29 because his own hand would be hurting. As punishment for teasing him, R tacked on 6 more spankings to the tally, and assured me that he’d use a variety of tools to do the job – my hairbrush, his belt, or a paddle (which we purchased on a previous weekend). Over the next couple of weeks, R added on spankings every time he saw fit. Each time he did, I felt both nervous and turned on by it. I admit, I like being spanked – it gets me wet really quickly, and the mental “game” of being under someone else’s control is so arousing for me. However, 30+ spankings is going to hurt a lot, no matter how much you like it.

She Whispered In My Ear [MF]

This is a 100% true story — told of the incredible sexual experiences I had in my 20s with the woman who would become my wife. And yes, we are still together many years later, and still going strong.

We had only been at my buddy’s summer party for an hour when my girlfriend sauntered up to me in her cornflower blue, baby doll dress. She grasped my arm in her hands, leaned up and into me, put her lips next to my ear, and whispered, “Take me home. I need to be fucked.”

She flashed me a wicked grin, and her blue eyes flashed. I was in my mid-20s and locked in a torrid romance with Kay, who was more sexual than any woman had ever remotely been with me. It was a brand new experience for me, and I found it both exhilarating and intimidating.

She took my hand, and led me out of the party. As her dress moved around her incredibly firm ass, I caught glimpses of the panty line from the string bikini panties she wore beneath the dress. I began to harden immediately. We couldn’t get to the car quickly enough.

[M]y night of [F]irsts

So, I was a late bloomer, sort of.

I did fine talking to girls and all, but as a somewhat overweight kid from pretty much birth up through, well, now, I had a MAJOR confidence problem when it came to actually thinking girls were into me. All through high school and college, up until I was probably 27 or 28, I just defaulted to thinking girls weren’t into me.

When high school ended, I was still a virgin. I’d made out, had a girl topless a few times, fingered a girl. But I’d never had my pants off, and I had certainly never gone down on a girl. I made it through my first semester of college with little more than that, not even getting what I’d managed once every six or so months back in high school.

Then came second semester, January weather, and a gift from god in the form of a six foot redhead with a tendency to decide she wanted someone at random and then Take. Fucking. Charge.

I ran into her as I was walking into my dorm building at something like eight o’clock one random Wednesday evening. She was hanging with a couple of friends, having a cigarette outside. I’d seen her around at a couple of parties, knew her name, she knew mine.

[MF] The Beginning: I think I found a new kink for me. Mild BDSM, edging, hold the moan, slut play.

I am not sure where it started. I have no idea how my mind suddenly shifted to make me change my cravings. Nonetheless it happened. Apparently I am unable to stop it.

It started simple enough, I met “K” before when I was walking around the local bar scene. I am within walking distance of the main street and people come from all over to party here. I am the type of local that likes to get a little bit of a buzz on and just have conversations with people. See different experiences, and just meet new people. I ran into “K” while walking around, she is a small brown haired MILF with a really sexy smile. I saw her we recalled seeing each other before, in a haze of drunkenness and recalled each others names. We were talking about various things and walking together. She asked what i was looking for around town and I told her point blank “a submissive, a girl to bend to my will, and make her an absolute whore…because I say so” and i smiled. (yeah i had been drinking a bit and the tone and speech was not my usual..) She smiled and grabbed my hand and said, well i had better be careful.

[FM] Submersing Myself Into Submission: The Introduction

What started as an innocent fantasy, lingering in the darkest depths of my subconscious, only making its presence known through the vulnerability of my dreams, has now awoken something inside of me. Something so sinister yet sensual. Something which has now taken a life of its own. Something fighting to escape through every inch of my body, my soul, my mind. Leaving any fleeting chance that I had of repression behind as I come to the realization that I no longer have control. That I no longer need control. That I no longer want control. And that I welcome, with open arms, the submission that ensues.

I was instructed (to put it nicely) to chronicle the events that lead up to and later fostered this submersion into submission, and I plan to do just that, in great detail, as to both help myself relive this ongoing and ever-changing experience and to make an attempt as to somehow assess and analyze this submissive creature I’m becoming.

As this is just a mere introduction into the unknown that is my life, I am simply testing the waters with this post. Never have I written something in this tone nor documented my life in the first person for anyone, myself included, to read. So please bear with me and savor this as the appetizer for what is to come from further posts.