After a long day, my husband controls me in the bedroom [MF]

It was a long week at the office for me. Each night, I came home in a bad mood, a product of managing an array of high potential but moody employees in my company. I have a great deal of power to make important decisions each business day. At night, though, I like to be put in my place. Although my job requires me to be in control all day, I welcome the change of pace at night when I go back to my husband.

I exited the shower wearing nothing but a towel around my head and walked toward him lying in our bed.

“Sex?” I asked.

“Do you think you deserve sex?” He replied.

“Please can we have sex?”

I was now standing next to him naked and looking down on him in bed. Small drops of water remained scattered across my perky chest.

“Turn around and bend over,” He directed me.

[M]y old [F]latmate

So a few years ago, I lived with a family friend of mine. We decided to get a flat together because her and I got on well together. Just platonically (although I’ve always wanted her). It went well, never fell out or anything.
She was also a bit of a slut at the time and would often bring dates home for a one night stand.
Many times I would stand at my doorway and listen while jerking off.
And over time I got more and more confident and would go and stand right outside her bedroom door to listen to it. (Even got a recording one time)
I’m not sure if she ever knew I was listening at the time (she does now, I’ve since admitted it to her) but she was never particularly worried about keeping quiet.
Anyway, just thought I’d share another little confession with you lot.
Also, we no longer live together, but I regularly reminisce 🔥

Fucked on a staircase on my way back from a work meet [FM]

Please note: Excuse typos. This is a short story and I quickly wrote it because I wanted to share this experience with y’all.

I had zoned out many times during this meeting, it was raining, the weather was nice and this was one of those quarterly client meet but I was in another city for few hours and the horny me wanted to explore the men here. I was swiping on my way to the meeting and while I was in the city. Came across this cute guy, swiped him and we matched, didn’t think about it too much. The meeting went well and we left for home.

On my way back I got a ping from the guy I had matched with earlier, _”What are you doing today?”_ he asked. I told him I was on my way back home to which he replied his house comes on the way as asked if I wanted to meet him. I was hesitant at first since this was the first time I was meeting him and it was raining frogs but he looked so hot and I was super horny so I couldn’t say no. I decided to get down near his place. We met near a restaurant and were walking towards his apartment.

Hookup with Turkish guys who recognized me from a little porn I did 10 years ago [MFM]

This is my first attempt to write about any of my experiences so please be understanding.

I’m an American currently living and working in southern Turkey and I’m single. About 10 years ago, I dabbled in doing some porn after college while visiting Europe. It wasn’t for money so much as having new experiences, some rebellion and the feelings that might come from it. I did this when I was between the ages of 22 and 23 and I’m now 33. I was never super famous or anything and rarely ever got recognized in public then or now so for me, I never had any major negative stigma from it.

I met Ahmed (30) and he happened to be a huge fan and knew my scenes really well. He had his own porn aspirations when he was younger, but never pursued being in any scenes. Ahmed is about 6’1”, very athletic and with nice tanned skin. While the conversation wasn’t all sexual, it didn’t take long until he was talking about my scenes, asking questions about them and my current sex life. I found him respectful but also forward about sex, his desires and what he wanted to do with me. His English was very good so he articulated quite well his every thought.

Coming Back [PART 2] – How I learned that sex can make you happy [MF]

*Start at Part 1 – the context is what makes this whole story meaningful.* [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/voknqa/coming_back_how_i_learned_that_sex_can_make_you/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/voknqa/coming_back_how_i_learned_that_sex_can_make_you/)

*There were so many kind and caring comments on part 1.* ***Thank you. All of you.*** *After it went up the positive comments often outnumbered the upvotes. Even accounting for Reddit’s stat lag, it still suggests that for those of you who liked the story, you did because it was really meaningful to you, not just something fun to read.*

*And a reminder in case it wasn’t clear already that this story is a bit deep and not for everyone. It’s not your typical carefree display of libido for light reading. It’s a bit heavier, but I think you’ll agree, worth the weight.*

And on that topic, remember how I said that sex with my ex was a psychological clusterfuck? Yeah.. the reasons were… so much worse than I’d described last time. There’s this concept in storytelling that the darkness gets the greatest just before the dawn. It has to be that way or dawn would just be another sunrise. The shadow is what gives shape to the light.

Almost getting caught in public [FM]

So on Friday we were out having a few drinks and we were staying the night in the town. As always, we flirted a lot, kissed a lot, felt each other up a lot… It got to the end of the night and we were going to go back to where we were staying. The fastest way there was through a park. We enjoy sex in public spaces and it was a very quiet park.

We didn’t see a soul the entire walk so decided to go into a wooded are for some kissing…. Etc…. One thing led to another and before long I was told to get on my knees infront of him. He was already rock hard and I couldn’t wait to start sucking his hard cock. It was beyond hot just seeing the outline of his face in the dark and hearing his moans. He facefucked me for a while too which I find just such a turn on, he knows how to do it right. I feel he was getting close to cumming but we then see a torch light flickering near us!

[T] Mr. Ski Mask and Mr. Cute Smile fuck Me

The night started like most other nights – I got home and couldn’t wait to get all dolled up. I logged onto Grindr, posted a few updated pics, and started to undress. I climbed in the shower and began washing every inch of my body. I also made sure that I was smooth everywhere. Just rubbing my smooth skin always gets me worked up and feeling like a bit of a slut. While I was in the shower, I could hear the well-known sounds of Grindr alerts going off on my phone. I hopped out, dried off, and brushed my hair. At this point, I had grown my hair out to be naturally long. It could still work for my life outside of being dressed up, but when I was dressed and played with my long hair, I felt insanely sexy.

A senior partner [M] at my work fucked me. Or did I [F] fuck him?

I recently left a big consultancy firm with that type of strong hierarchy and male-dominant leadership. I worked there a couple of years and did quite good which meant that I worked closely with partners on other departments. That was how I started working with him. And we can call him Michael for the sake of the story. Me and Michael had worked in the same projects before, but with a lot of other consultants so we never really talked just the two of us. So this project would be the first with just him, me and some newly hired juniors.

My initial thought was that he was a giant douche who’d come from another firm the year before and had an obvious complex to show his power. He was a partner, 15 years older than me, and with a strong tendency to talk on the top of his mind which usually was characterized by hidden insults. He had this authoritarian presence that was enhanced by his dark voice and dry humor that made other men respect him and women want to please him. You want to know the worst of it? He knew all of this.

Close to going wild [mfm]

So my family is on vacation in Las Vegas so didn’t think we could get anything wild in but it almost happened. My wife and I have discussed trying threesomes but I always got the “maybe” then nothing. My wife and daughter were at the pool while my son and I were avoiding the heat, but my daughter came up early. I looked out the window from the 12th floor and saw my wife looking so damn sexy and texted her to find a guy, be straight up with him and tell him she wants to blow him and me right now up in his room and text me the room number and I will meet them there. I laughed at myself and thought I would get no response but I was wrong. She texted back “really? Now?” I said why not? It was nothing back for about 5 minutes but then she floated over to a guy and I saw them talking 😳. I couldn’t believe it and thought there is no fucking way!!!!! They talked for about 5 minutes and had some good laughs, then got a text with a room number! I was so excited and got dressed while I saw them leaving together. I got there about 5 minutes later and they were just getting to the door, I don’t think you could beat the smile off my face. Unfortunately when we got in the room the guy got all nervous. My wife took off her swimsuit and played with herself for a few minutes and she tried to kiss him, when she went to pull down his trunks he asked to stop and to be done. It was so close and she was all for it . I think we finally broke a barrier and am excited to see what might be next.

[F] I’m obsessed with stuffing myself full of toys and leaving it in all day

Before I had bought my first dildo, I came up with the bright idea of using my candle making materials to make custom dildos. It actually worked incredibly well and I discovered that I loved the feeling of being full.

I don’t know why, but to me the feeling of being stuffed full almost to the point of being too full is the best feeling in the world, and with candle wax dildos it was so easy to add a few layers of wax or shape it to be the exact size and shape I wanted to completely fill myself. Or I could try to push my limits a little just by adding a little more wax. So I’d make toys that just barely fit and then I’d put on my clothes and leave it there my entire day.

It didn’t matter what I was doing. Working, doing homework, going to class, watching a movie with friends, etc. I was so hooked on that feeling that I did it literally every day.