Category: gonewildstories

Letting some stress out (femdom)

This story took place a few weeks ago so I'm definitely forgetting / fudging some details…. Also this is my first time writing an erotic story and I suspect it shows.

Sometimes I get a craving. This was one of those times.

I fired off a text to my husband, "hey, are you okay with being tied up tonight?"

Then I went to get dressed up in a proper outfit. Black dress, black stockings, starker makeup than I usually wear. Not for the first time I wished I owned a proper pair of fuck me heels.

I still look fantastic though. I love my body… Time to stop groping myself while spacing out at the mirror.

Husband texted back "sure, but I'm kind of tired, so nothing too long, okay?"

Damn. Well, I don't care. I'll have fun anyway.

When he comes home I greet him with a smile.

"You look fantastic," he says, and swoops in for a kiss.

I duck away.

"No touching without permission," i say. "are you hungry? Do you need to eat first?" Read more »

Affairs of a Life – First Time Cheating

It was 5:30 at our usual bar. For quite sometime, it has been a routine that my husband and I meet here when he's been on one of his two-week business trips. We enjoy a martini and he will have a couple of cigars, all while we catch up on life. We then pick one of our favorite nearby restaurants and enjoy a nice evening, sometimes ending with some pretty good sex, other times not, depending on how his trip went. Tonight however, he just sent me a quick text that his flight has been canceled and he is running to try to make another flight, but the best case scenario is that he will not arrive back from the west coast until early tomorrow morning. Well crap, no sex tonight for Laine and Jack.

As I was sipping my drink, my mind wandered back to the past, which seems to be happening more regularly lately, wandering back to those affairs that just seem to happen in life. Remembering what they were like, the excitement of touching a new person for the first time, the thrill, and sometimes the heartbreak……. Read more »

Getting a Footjob From my Friends Hot Cousin [m/f]

Growing up, when I was around 17, my circle of friends and I were potheads. That was pretty much our thing. My friend, who we will call Scott, had a cousin who grew weed. Her name was (not) Anna and she was a couple of years our senior. Scott kind of hated her because he knew that she was hot and all of his friends fancied her. She was short and had a nice body. She was very very skinny, but didn't look at all unhealthy. I usually like chubby girls, but there was something nice about Anna's figure. She had bright eyes and the facial structure of a super model. Her personality made her more attractive though. She was a very funny girl and very caring about other peoples problems, always looking to help others out. Anna grew, and sold very high quality weed. Her parents had smoked it sinse they were teenagers and she had smoked it sinse she was very young. She had dropped out of school a few years early and only really left her house to go shopping and go to the sunbeds to top up the tone on her sexy, smooth, well tanned skin. She had a mini gym in her home to keep fit but spent most of her time at home, and we were there too a lot. Read more »

My First Sex With a Trap, But Not My Last

For a long time I've had an attraction to men who dress up as girls, despite the fact that I don't consider myself gay. I don't know what it is or when it started but I just know I find a feminine guy in a skimpy outfit sexier than a girl with a skimpy outfit. I still might find the girl attractive but for some reason I'd rather have the outfit on the guy.

When I was in my freshman year in high school, I got along normally with my peers. I talked with girls, and made some guy friends. Well one day a schoolmate of mine caught my eye. Freddie Simmons. He was kind of smaller than me, slim, and was very feminine. he had brownish hair and the style where it covers a bit of his eyebrows I first saw him walking the courtyard while we were headed to our next period. He was tying his shoe on one of the benches. Originally I looked over his way because I thought I heard one of my friends. I know its not fair to judge someone on their looks but i guessed he was gay. Just the way he stood up from the bench was kind of feminine. And the way He ran was sort of girlie. Not that I hated him for it, I just thought "Huh. A gay guy." Read more »

I got [f]ucked by [m]y bestfriend’s father (18f)

I had met her dad in my first year of highschool. Gina's parents were divorced and we used to spend the weekends in her dad's house. His name was John and he always made me feel at home.

I used to spend every weekend studying in her father's house. I loved school and I worked really hard trying to get good grades. He took care of us and took us out to eat all the time. He was a nice guy and I respected him.

I never had a crush on her dad until I was 17. I hit my slutty phase after breaking up with my long term boyfriend. I felt like I needed to get out and live alittle. After sleeping with a few guys, I realized that I really enjoy having sex. I talked to Gina's dad all the time and started fantasizing about him.

I did not want a relationship with him but I wanted to have sex with him. I did not know why but I went crazy over him. I found myself feeling guilty when I asked to sleepover only to get near him. Everytime I stayed over, I could not move or speak or think. He eventually started dropping hints at me pretty hard. Read more »

The Charlie Saga, Part 1: cheating, fucking my boss, and enjoying a BBC [M/F]

I think I'm finally ready to tell this story. Please note that I will tell it without embellishment, and if any parts seem fake it's because real life is often crazier than fiction. I'm 5'7", a brunette, and at the time of this story was a normal weight but not thin, with a nice ass and tits and a cute face.

I was 18 at the time. I had just started a few months prior at a job with the state government. My job was acting as an aide and "living for a living", as I liked to describe it. Getting paid to lounge around a house, cook, clean, etc., which left the staff with a lot of downtime.

I had two bosses: one assistant "supervisor", who was technically above me, and one real supervisor. This story takes place with the assistant, so he was "a supervisor" but not necessarily "THE supervisor" — more like a coworker than a boss, but it was still forbidden because he was in a position of power.

Charlie had been out on sick leave for three months following a serious health disorder. Coincidentally, I started working there right as he went out on leave. So when we first met I already had the job down and there was little-to-no "supervising" that needed doing on his part. Read more »

Sammy the Slut and My First Anal Experience [m/f]

I'm not a very good story teller, so I apologise if any parts are hard to follow.

Back in the summer of 2008, I was 16 (legal age in the UK. Adjust as you wi for your own country) and was coming out of my first real relationship that lasted 18 months. It was great finding out what young love was, but the sex wasn't anything special. I had just finished high school for good and me and my friends wanted one last summer of being lazy pot heads before we had to become adults and get jobs. That summer was full of sex, sluts, orgies and drugs. It was the best year of my life, but one story fits this subreddit quite well I think.

There are 4 people in this story. Myself, jamie, Robert and Sammy. These are not their real names but for the sake of it, I might as well change them. Robert was my best friend and had been for a long time. Jamie was a somewhat new friend, but somebody I got on with very well. One day as we met up at the usual spot, he told us "boys, I've got somebody you need to meet. Who wants their dick sucked?" I laughed and asked if he had realised he was gay the night before. He told me that a couple of nights ago with some of his other friends, that he had met a girl called Sammy. Sammy was a slut. A real slut. Read more »

Going a little Wild (Update) (F/M)

Hi again :)

Yesterday I posted about sleeping with a married man. Whether or not I should be the one to help him get what he was missing in his marriage. Long story short, my desire trumped any guilt I felt and I invited him over. He rode his motorcycle to my house and introduced himself, and we went inside and sat on the couch while The Walking Dead played on the TV.

It was very comfortable and easy; he was chatty and laid back. When he reached over to massage my shoulder after about 15 minutes of talking, I got goosebumps everywhere. We had smoked, and it was like I was even more sensitive to him touching me. I looked over and smiled, and asked if he wanted to go get more comfortable. He said "Lead the way" and two minutes later we were in my bed with hardly any clothes on. Read more »

Filthy Professors: long overdue update

Due to some unforeseen circumstances, I deleted my laciviouslibrarian stories awhile back. Since then, I’ve gotten so many messages asking where the stories went and asking how Dylan and I are doing. Who knew freaky redditors were so genuinely interested in our lives? Today, I came across some archived links and was able to retrieve all (I think) of our stories. I asked D how he felt about me posting a huge compilation of all our stories, and he said to go for it! Unfortunately, It was way too long for a reddit post, so I dumped them all into a blog…pm me if you'd like the link.

update:

Dylan and I aren’t regularly hooking up anymore, but we’re still the very best of friends and will forever have an unbreakable bond. I sent him the link to the archived stories that I’d found this morning, and this afternoon, he sent me a message and asked if he could bring a “present” by my office. Naturally, I said YES! He walked in, handed me a bunched up pair of panties I’d forgotten I’d left in his office months ago, told me to open carefully, then turned around and walked out….shutting the door behind him. I gingerly unfolded the panties to find them covered in a huge fresh load of cum. He knows how that level of filthy turns me on. I put them in my filing cabinet then left for the weekend….my office smelling of sex and debauchery.

The Feisty Wench

We had just finished a movie and the wench had to leave soon to have dinner with her parents. Our session last night was pretty intense, but I wanted to fuck her one more time before I left. I turned and started kissing her. She kissed back a moment but then turned her head and bit into my shoulder. The wench's bites always get me going. I pulled her face back to me and kissed her harder, but she only turned her head the other way making her cute growling noise. I pulled her head back by her hair.

"Don't you want to fuck one more time before I go?"

The wench responded by growling and tried to bite me again.

"Are you disobeying your captain again?" I asked in feigned surprise.

More growling and biting. I lightly slapped her face.

"Do I need to punish you again?" She tried to bury her face between the couch and my chest. When I pulled her up she snapped at me, biting my fingers. Read more »