[FM] My Best Friend and my Owner [fdom] [huml] [reluc]

Keira was standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes. Her dress fell and touched on points of her to just indicate the soft curves beneath. She glanced to me when I came back in.

“Is everyone gone?”

“Yep. I just forgot my book.”

Keira had a sometimes sarcastic, sometimes faux-fed up, teasing tone that she used to rib you and joke with you. It was always barely concealing a layer of glee and affection–it was to show that she liked you enough to bother teasing you rather than being polite. It was immensely likable. In a blip of that tone she said, teasing, “Excuses for extra time with me.”

Which I knew was a joke, and not her actually requesting more time with me. It was late. We were tired. I laughed, picked up the book and turned back to the door. “Got it. Thanks again Keira, that was so, so fun hanging out with everyone.”

She’d turned from the sink and was grinning, “Ian, have you ever had a girlfriend?” *Teasing*. Read more »

“THE STRANGER SAT BESIDE ME” [mF, Airplane Exhibitionism] (Revised; 2,000+ Words)

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This happened to me when I was nineteen years old, while on a gruelling fourteen hour flight to London. I don’t recall what the in-flight movie was, but I remember not being particularly interested by it — it was something I dismissed as being *too childish*, likely. For all I knew at the time, I had a long and extra boring flight ahead of me. *(Reminder: At this time, phones weren’t the all-encompassing time-wasters they are now-a-days.)*

Instead of being with my family, I ended up sat beside a stranger for the duration of the flight, right at the very back of the plane. I don’t remember why this was; I suppose it doesn’t matter now. Point being, that was a first time for me. I’d never sat beside a stranger on an airplane flight before, although I’d flown many times. As a shy kid, these types of things can be intimidating. I sensed that there was some sort of *adult etiquette* which I was unaware of and failing to uphold. *Was I was meant to acknowledge their presence after take-off, maybe attempt small talk? Or should I just stare forward for the whole flight, pretending the seat beside me was empty?* Read more »

A New Player has Entered the Game – [MF]

This is a prologue to the main story. I’m sure anyone who reads this can figure out where it ends up going.

I’ve written about one of the women in this story before – Kat. You can read about her and our past escapades [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/56arer/anal_manoeuvres_in_the_dark_how_i_m_fucked_my/)

Times passes, and Kat finds herself completely single. She’s still hot as fuck. She still wears the boots we fucked in to work. We’ve spent a couple of nights together since her divorce proceedings started, but she’s not keen on anything ‘solid’ until that’s out of the way.

The new player in this is Kerry. Kerry started working for our company as a fresh faced 21 year old out of university about 10 years ago. Friendly, outgoing, absolute killer curves. Her low cut tops kept the guys in the office happy. She didn’t stay in the company long, but she still stayed in the social group and kept a strong friendship with Kat. Kat, her and me all have similar tastes in music so we’ll regularly go to gigs together, and that’s where this all started. Read more »

Position, Position, Position

The property market had been slow, particularly for apartments. Belle had a beautiful three bedroom apartment she’d had on the books for five weeks, but just could not find a buyer. The apartment was on the 15th floor and it’s big private balcony looked straight out over the ocean. It was all luxury inside and Belle knew if she could get someone up there, they’d buy it. She also really needed the commission.

Belle got a call late in the afternoon which looked promising. An international buyer was flying in from Italy to look at Gold Coast properties. Belle did some research on the potential client. He was the CEO of a maufacturing company, an associate of the Italian elite and, as a bonus, was quite handsome. Belle knew if she played her cards right the outcome could be be very satisfactory, on more than one level.

After a quick shower Belle dried herself, stood in front of the bathroom mirror and though about what she’d wear. Her short blonde hair framed her pretty face and touched her shoulders. She had beautiful breasts and curves. She rubbed her hand over her newly waxed pussy. It felt smooth and dewey. A Brazilian always gave her a little extra confidence. She decided on a classic tailored suit, tight around the breasts and butt to create a professional and, maybe available, package. Read more »

[MF] A Cold Summers Night

It had been a long, hot day when Ethan got back into the house. This was to be expected – after all summer in Queensland is typically on the wrong side of 35 degrees for comfort. He brushed the dirt off his boots and took them off and placed them on the patio. The patio was well weathered, in desperate need of a coat of paint, but had that country charm that is so often associated with older houses of its generation.

“I’ll add paint the patio to the list” Ethan murmured to himself as he ran his rough hands down the grey, splintering column next to his boots. “And probably a good sanding too.”

Looking out across the front paddock that stretched to the main road at the end of the long driveway, he could just stand there and smile. It had been a good season so far with plenty of rain and corn was over head height with a good chance of getting a decent yield for once. Turning towards the front door his nose was the first thing to turn off from the day – alerted by a smell of fresh bread drifting out of the kitchen. Ethan walked down the hall, his mismatched sock covered feet making little noise on the polished hardwood floors. Halfway down the hall, walking past dozens of photos hanging on the wooden walls put there by three generations, Ethan turned the corner into the study, or as Emma called it – her “Sanctuary”. Read more »

[M]y first time bottoming for another [M]an

Few years ago I was working as a tech for a server and data center parts manufacturer. I routinely made repair calls to some of our larger clients out of the immediate area, and would be put up in a hotel room with another associate until said repairs are done.

On this particular occasion I was fresh out of a hetero relationship, and wanted to get over it the best way I knew how.
After day one’s work is over it’s time to hit the bars. Tried a couple places but had no luck finding a girl so far. In my inebriated state of mind and needing to find some action before last call, I decide it’s a great night to explore my bi fantasies some more. I had given oral to a couple guys in the past, quick encounters whom I met online, but nothing more.
I turn to Google and find there’s a gay bear bar in walking distance. This is too perfect as that describes me, as well as the type of guy I am into. I down the rest of my drink and head out. Read more »

Sex Interrupted [MF] (kinda [MFF])

Ok a little background. I had know Courtney for almost literally her entire life. Our parents were good friends and I had known her since she was born. We were never super close because she live in another city. So we would see each other basically only when her family came to town.

It had been a few years since I had talked to or seen Courtney, when we were able to reconnect my senior year of college (she was a freshman) with the help of Facebook. She had really blossomed into a beautiful girl. She was very petite. Super skinny and short, probably right around 5’0 tall. She had small tits, but a truly amazing ass.

We started talking nearly every day. I had really begun falling for this girl. It was the early days of sexting so we started to send each other sexy pictures and things like that. Her family came in town one weekend and we were only able to spend a few moments alone together, but we were able to kiss. It was truly magical. I will never forget that moment. Read more »

My Discipline – Part 7 [m/f] [Humiliation]

Timmy wasted no time trying out his newly vested authority over me. A few days after the dinner mom announced it, Timmy said “Rob and Dean are coming over. I want you to be polite and accommodating. I don’t plan on making you show off, but be anything less than pleasant and I’ll make you sorry”. I nodded. His two close buddies from school arrived a little while later. Mom had gone out for a while. I’d known Rob and Dean for years, but never really talked to them other than pleasantries about school or the weather.

They were in the living room playing video games for a while before I heard Timmy yell “hey Heather, can you come in here?”. I come into the room. I have on a grey tee shirt with an American flag colored heart on the front. I had on jeans, and my dark brown wavy hair was in a pony tail. I wasn’t sure what to expect but I put on my best fake smile and cheery disposition and said “hi guys. How’s things? Did you call my name Timmy?”. Timmy said “yeah, Rob didn’t believe I was your boss now. Will you tell him?”. I sighed. Then I said “well….its pretty much true. When our mom isn’t home Timmy is in charge. I am apparently not as responsible even though I’m older. So I guess you could say Timmy is my boss at the moment”. Rob said “how do we know she isn’t just playing along?”. Dean piped up saying “yeah, if it’s true Tim, tell her to do something”. I wished they hadn’t challenged Timmy, but I knew he’d be more than eager to demonstrate his position over me. Read more »

[M] Snapwank

I’ve gotten into Snapchat a fair bit recently, for following along with stories and sharing snaps and messages with others. This is the story of how I showed my friends how much I’m enjoying this new found escapism.

I’d been exchanging snaps on and off today and it got me really in the mood. I’d send pictures out and get back tits being felt up, pussies being fingered, bitten lips – and all manner of dirty text snaps. It was glorious, and it was driving me crazy. If my girlfriend hadn’t spent three hours on the phone after her shower tonight and then gone straight to sleep, I could be writing an entirely different story. Alas.

I had to scratch my itch – so I chose to do it publicly, as it were. I took my phone and snuck downstairs. My story starts as I snap my briefs, still on and covering my hard, average sized (at least I’m honest) cock. I send privates of my privates to some of the girls from earlier in the day and get back encouragement and ideas on where I should put my cock and what they’d do to it, were they my hand. Read more »