I [f]ucking love to be daddy’s naughty little slut. [MF] [FFM] [anal]

I’ve had an insatiable hunger for sex since this weekend. My SO and I had a threesome with another woman and I was the star of the show for my amazingly slutty capabilities. My face was so deep in her pussy while my man fucked me and vice versa. She would grind her pussy on his face while
I sucked his dick. Then she would beg to bury her face in my sweet and juicy lady parts that were soaking throughout the whole ordeal. I’d have daddy fuck her from behind while she was face deep in my yoni. I know how my man likes it, so I instructed this woman into all sorts of positions to please our desires. They couldn’t keep their hands off of me, and at one point they were even fighting over a taste of my pussy. I felt like an absolute sex goddess, they couldn’t quench their thirst for me. Ever since then, I’ve been extraordinarily horny.

First Night In St Louis [MF][public][long]

Before the kids (and the responsibility that comes with them) came into our lives, it wasn’t uncommon for us to just decide on a Friday to go out of town for the weekend. Typically, when this happened, we’d go to St Louis.

St Louis was perfect. It was close enough that we could get there easily in a night, and far enough away that no one knew us. We’d go home from work, throw a few things in a bag, and hit the road. We almost had it down to a science. We called that afternoon for reservations at the Adam’s Mark downtown and took off after work.

For the record, my wife is 5’2”, 110 pounds, and has the most gorgeous set of tits on the planet … period. And it was not uncommon for her to be nude by the time we hit the interstate for the trip. Sometimes she’d wave flirtatiously at the truckers as we passed them. Sometimes she’d lean over to get a coke from the back seat, pushing her ass towards the moon roof. Sometimes she’d prop her pedicured feet on the dashboard and take a nap. Once in a while she’d get herself so worked up that she had to get off, but she usually tried to keep the tease going as long as possible. Regardless, I normally got a show all the way to St. Louis.

Horny Late Night Musings

(((I’m not a professional, just an 18yo girl & this is just something I typed out to send my boyfriend because I’m really horny and can’t sleep and it’s 5am. We have a kinky but meaningful relationship. ?☺️)))

I’m imagining laying on my side facing away from you wearing my little blue panties and no bra with one of my legs lifted where my knee is pushed up against my chest covering my nipple so my tits are squished into it and my ass is slightly lifted where you can just see my pussy and reach down and start rubbing my clit softly and lightly with your middle finger and feel me getting wet on your hand

and you’re using your other hand to hold my hips down while I try to grind against you more because I cant control it and I want you to make me say “daddy that feels good” until I’m moaning so much that’s all I can do and then I want you to stop. And I want you to make me grab your hand and put it back on my pussy while I push one of your fingers inside me and let me slide up and down on it so I’m just pushing my ass out just a little further every time until I really can’t take it anymore

My First Affair [FM]

Mike and I had know each other four years, had lived together for two. I was sixteen when we met, he seventeen. Neither of us had been with another person — in the full sense of the word.

There came a point in our relationship where we began to discuss what we had missed by never having had sex with other people. Over time we sort of agreed that if the opportunity arose it would be okay to go with another person, but only as long we were completely honest with each other, told each other everything.

I was secure enough in my love for him not to mind him going with another girl. I knew he loved me deeply, and I him. It was just we both through we had missed out on something.

At that time an affair with my boss was on the cards. I’d seen how he looked at me, how he made the effort to come over and chat. He had this playful way about him, made me laugh a lot. He was a real charmer and extremely good looking.

A Prince of Arabia Part 2

     We made camp that night near a well. My captor built a fire and we both settled in for the night. I struggled to find a position which was comfortable in my restraints.
     “What is your name” I asked. “Alia” she said. “Why have you kidnapped me?” I asked forcefully. She glanced at me darkly for a moment before her features softened. “I suppose you have the right to know that much at least,” she said. “You, Prince Amir, are a bargaining chip for my people. We are a poor and ragged tribe of the yazeedi. We don’t have much but we value our freedom. Your armies took that away from us. We were driven to the caves and wastes of the desert just to survive. Your sultan wanted our men for labour and our women for his harem. He thought we would be easily crushed, a poor and weak people. We may be poor, but we are not weak. The desert tests and hardens all who are born in its vast expanses. We will bite your heel even as you grind us to dust. If your father does not consider your life worth our freedom, we will take our last revenge in your death.”
     I nodded my understanding. “I know you are a warrior.” she said. “I know you are dangerous, and so i will break you to my will. I will not allow my mission to fail. If you do not obey my every word, the djinn themselves will flinch at the humiliations and punishments I will conflict on you”
     I stared at her a long time, resentment, shame, and a sort of admiration in my eyes. “Rest” she said softly. “We will rise at dawn.
     I wiggled to bring my bound limbs into a comfortable position of sorts and relaxed my sore muscles. Alia snuggled up in her own corner of the fire.
     I stayed awake a long time thinking of a way I might get escape. I realized though, bound as I was, I would die before I could make it out if the desert. Grudgingly I thought, “this desert girl is the only thing keeping me alive out here in the wastes.” I did not know the paths to the secret wells and edible plants here in the inner desert. Even so I came close to trying to hobble away in my chains. I remembered the bite of her whip and the taste of her boot though, and thought better of it. Her unrestrained feet would doubtless come upon me before i could make it far and I shuddered to think of what painful, humiliating punishment she would mete out on my royal flesh if I dared disobey her again.
     So it was I spent a restless night under the stars.
     I woke to a heavenly sight. Alia had stripped off her outer robe and was bathing herself with a bucket from the well. Her bare breasts were wet in the light of the dawn. She glanced at me and saw I was awake. However this didn’t seem to inhibit her in the least. She continued to wash herself for a few minutes while I ogled her smooth skin. At last she dried herself off supplely and dressed. “Haven’t you seen a woman before, majnun” she scolded me. “Lets get going.”
     My head was filled with confusing thoughts and feelings as I marched that day. This girl, this infuriating, desert girl had me in her clutches, mind and body. I wanted her, I wanted her flesh writhing with my flesh in the sands. I hated her, I wanted to see her killed by the sword or enslaved by my armies.
     We continued on our way for many days. I did indeed try to escape several times, but I will not recount the humiliations alia revenged upon me. Suffice it to say that by the time we reached our destination I had a great many lash marks across my buttocks and I was used to the taste of boot leather.
     We finally arrived at her desert stronghold, her striding seriously and me crawling on my hands and knees(Alia’s idea of a gesture of humility.)
     The people spat on me as I crawled past. Girls who would have been my slaves in the city jeered at me and slapped my ass, calling me a pretty beast of burden. My old anger, buried under the many humbling episodes I endured, flared back up. Alia sensed this and gave me a preliminary boot in the ribs, this silenced me for the moment.
     I was brought to a crude cage in the back of one of there caves and locked in. My hand were again locked behind my back. Alia looked back at me one time before returning to the fellowship of her people.

It was the 1960s afterall.

The endless tales of the free love generation are legendary. If you’re too young to have lived through that period of time it would be easy to believe that sex had become so commonplace that strangers meeting for even brief moments would be inclined to pursue the pleasures. Well, I was around and I can attest that my generation had a much different approach to sex than our parents had. Oh I don’t believe for a moment that they were any more chaste than us. They just chose to conceal their activity.

My husband loves to tease me [FM]

A week passed after my husband and I failed at being sneaky at our friend’s house. The three of us have made jokes, and laughed together about it. D and I have not managed to find time to really fuck yet, though. I felt like I was going to explode, I wanted him so badly. We were at home, alone finally, and started to get handsy on our couch.

We were hesitant to get too into it; we live with D’s father, and he would be home from work soon. We didn’t want to be caught, but we didn’t want to go upstairs either. D’s hands were all over me, pulling me close to him. I enjoyed being able to make some noise, gasping when he squeezed my ass.

D smiled, and smacked my butt, making me gasp again.

‘Bend over the arm of the couch.’ He told me.
‘Yes, sir,’ I replied, and did as I was told. I was wearing a skirt with panties and tights underneath. D began to spank me, gently first and steadily harder through the layers of clothes. As he struck harder, I got louder. Gasping and moaning as I grew more sensitive, feeling my ass turn red beneath my clothes.

More university [f]un – Late-night ho[m]ework session

Hello everybody! Here with a follow-up to my [previous story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5xy0wt/university_fun_he_thought_the_room_was_empty_but/). I really only wrote it for fun and didn’t expect so much of a response, so thanks for all of the comments and messages. Just a quick note, since some people pointed it out – I grew up in a few different Anglophone countries (including the US and England), so I have a weird mix of American/British English and slang. Tried to make it more consistent, but sorry if you catch some oddball words here or there. Hope you enjoy this segment – it’s a bit longer, so skip the exposition if you’d like ;)

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After that encounter, something between us changed. I was certain that Mark didn’t know I had been awake that day, nor had he told Becky. I definitely felt a few twinges of guilt – even though I myself didn’t think of it as more than just a helping hand (so to speak), she was still my friend. But so was Mark, and I knew that she wasn’t always the best girlfriend. I don’t want to paint her as some conceited bitch with few to no redeeming qualities, but she had (and still has) some traits which I didn’t like. She would flirt and dance shamelessly with other guys when Mark was around, and even more when he wasn’t; she especially liked to withhold sex as punishment when they were fighting. But I brushed those thoughts aside, reasoning that those were issues between them. I wanted to try and keep my distance from Mark, as both of their friends.

[MF] Cruising for D at the VFW

If you’ve read my older posts and/or talked to me, you might have gathered that I’m a very sexual person. At times, it reaches levels that might be considered hypersexual. Maybe I have a real problem, I can’t tell, but so far, it hasn’t been a problem per se.

I’ve actually done things to try to suppress these feelings and focus on other stuff, I spent the last year or so working on it and trying my best to just stick to masturbation when I get really horny. Usually with enough toys and pornography, I can entertain myself quite well. I even bought a fucking machine for when I just want to get pounded hard for a long time, something I used to seek out frequently (sometimes you just want to get off with no hands, you know?)

So after this year or so of really focusing on myself and not engaging in any risky sexual encounters, I started to get some very strong urges. I gave in to one of those urges not long ago, you can read about it in my last post. It was certainly fun and insanely satisfying, but it wasn’t enough for me to be satisfied for long, nothing ever is.

[MF] One Last Orgasm [melancholy story; my first post in this sub]

Michelle and I married each other in September 1989. I was 19; she was 20. In hindsight we had absolutely zero business getting married at such a young age. But we thought we had the world figured out and had gone through all the changes life had in store for us. We both came from very religious families, so cohabitation wasn’t an option for us, as neither of us was looking to get disowned by our respective families.

I’m sure most people thought the marriage would implode within a couple of years. We proved them wrong. We made it to August or September of 1994 before we started thinking about divorce. Our sex life had become humdrum a couple of years earlier. We thought opening up our marriage would bring back some of the excitement we had lost. I don’t think it was responsible for our marriage ending. If anything it extended our marriage by a couple of years.

In October of 1995 Michelle and I had a long discussion about the state of our relationship and what we each wanted. We decided that we were better off being good friends than being spouses. If we wanted to have any chance of salvaging a friendship out of the crumbling remains of our marriage we needed to divorce and go our separate ways.