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Becoming a Man, part 1 [inc] [MF] [Mom/Son] [Mdom] [nc] [spanking]

### Intro
This is fiction. It contains incest, rape, and abuse.
It is also part 1, in the hopes that I’ll write a part 2.

### Becoming a man
I can tell you the precise moment I realized I had become a man. The process of becoming a man is
always gradual, but I had a single moment, before which I had considered myself a boy, and after
which I knew I was a man.

I was 19, and it was a perfectly ordinary Saturday, filled with exercise and friends. It also had a
defining moment with my mother.
I had come home at 11 PM after being at a club with some friends. I had not felt like making
it a late night, and I did not feel like pursuing any women, and so it came that I was home early.
My mother, a well off 48 year old widow named Audrey, would not miss such an opportunity to
belittle and mock me.

“Home so soon? Couldn’t find a girl that wanted you?”, she snickered, and stood in my way. Read more »

My Time as a Maid [FF] [Bondage] [Part III]

Anna let herself into the house two days later. Into the half bath she went, undressed, and slipped on her uniform. This time she remembered her earrings. Her duty list was similar to that of her first, with slight alterations. More laundry, more dishes, she needed to vacuum, and Miss Crosby made sure she checked in right away. Her familiar script wrote the duties in black, but she switched to red ink for the last instruction:

Hello Annabelle,

As per our conversation the day before last, today you will perform your tasks in bondage. Please find me in the guest bedroom when you are dressed for your uniform inspection and uniform additions.

Miss Caroline Crosby

That word danced around in Anna’s mind. She read it again: perform your tasks in bondage. She was unsure how someone could clean anything while tied up, restrained, bound in rope or chains or duct tape. Of course, this wasn’t Anna’s responsibility. All she needed to do was find Miss Crosby, and simply allow herself to be placed in bondage. She shivered as her pussy stirred. Anna’s lips were painted bright red today, and with some of her pay she treated herself with a brand new mani-pedi. Her fingernails painted red to match her lips, her toenails painted red to match the soles of her black heels. Read more »

October Night [Mast, F]

Jessica sat on the front porch swing and listened to the sounds of the night air. It was early October and there was a bit of a crispness in the air. The blanket she was laying under kept her warm enough. Below the covers she was only wearing a pair of boxers (the ones she adored of her husband’s) and a thin t-shirt. She liked coming out to the porch on nights like this to relax. Her husband was off somewhere across the country on a business trip and she missed him so.

The cool night air was kicking up a bit more than it had earlier and a slight draft was coming in under the covers. Her nipples began to stiffen and she felt a familiar urge begin to take over her body. Many were the nights like this that she would begin to think about John and start playing with herself. John was the handsome young guy that lived down the road a bit. He was muscular and tanned from working in the fields all day. He would occasionally drop by the house when a package would be left by a fill in mail carrier that always seemed to get the addresses to their houses mixed up. Read more »

[MF] An Unlikely Casual Encounter, at a Conservative University – Part II

This is a followup to the [PG-13 rated Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5n95zl/mf_an_unlikely_casual_encounter_at_a_conservative/) of this story. If you’re not interested, the TL;DR is I got stood up for a date to attend a sports event, at my very conservative university, during holiday break. Since nobody was in town, I went alone and met a nice woman. We hit it off, and later that night she got locked out of her apartment. Nobody was home so I invited her back to my place and we awkwardly experienced incredible amounts of sexual tension, but kept all our clothes on and explored each other only minimally. I’ll pick up at the next morning.
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We woke up in each other’s arms and we were still alone in my apartment. We kissed some more, but based on our innocence I think we were both still worked up on the fact that we’d toyed with sexual tension all evening. We knew that staying the night was against the rules and well, so was a lot of the rest of went on the night before, but we were happy. We made pancakes and ate breakfast, but she was still locked out. She needed to take care of that, but the housing office would be open and let her in without having to pay the outrageous fee. We made plans to get together that night for another sports event that was happening and we left, both anticipating the evening. Read more »

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 10 [Str8, MF, inc]

My step-sister continued staring at an invisible spot on the floor in front of me.

“Stephanie,” I pleaded. “Look at me.”

Her chin drew level as she raised her head; her eyes were last to fall upon me.

It was clear that she was still broken, but I intended on fixing her. While I knew I may not succeed, it was worth trying. The short, cold distance between us in the hotel room had to be lessened before we could proceed.

“Come here,” I suggested, offering my hand as I walked toward her.

Stephanie looked unsure, but when I was close enough she took my hand in hers. I led her to the chair where she sat crying only a few minutes before and asked her to take a seat.

I knelt before her to give her the proverbial *higher-ground* in the conversation. It was my subconscious intention to have her look down upon me. I kept her hand clasped in mine as I spoke. Read more »

[M]y [F]riend is a Phenomenal Wingwoman

My name is Andy. The events of this story take place a few years ago. I was about to leave for Afghanistan, and things were intense over there so I was very anxious about the whole experience. Military people will be able to relate; it’s a strange balance between being nervous for your own well-being and being ready to go because it’s kind of the entire point of military service. This strange dichotomy had me very worked up emotionally to the point where I was on edge for the entire month leading up to the deployment.

A couple days before shipping out I grabbed dinner with my best friend and his girlfriend. They both immediately picked up on my emotional state and reached the same conclusion: I needed to get laid. My buddy and I are not from the town we’re stationed in so it fell to his girlfriend, Perla to come up with potential options for meeting a young lady. Fortunately for me, she is one of the coolest women I know and immediately pulled out her phone and began going through some of her friends’ pictures on Facebook. After a little bit of scrolling, she perked her head up and looked at me. Read more »

[FF] Our Secret Part 1

About 4 years ago I went through a really bad break up and I was looking for whatever I could get to soothe the hurt and betrayal I was feeling. So I turned to online dating as a way to get the attention I was lacking in my life. I met a couple of people but they pretty much all flopped because we were either not compatible or they ghosted or there was just a lack of Interest. Then one day, I finally met someone who was cool but I wasn’t sexually attracted to her and I thought to myself, “awesome! New friends”. We hit it off and found conversation really easy and fun.

 

Fast forward a year or so.

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Meeting an old friend for the first time. [MF] [Oral] [long/detailed]

**Backstory:**

The first story I offer was about 4-5 years ago.

We’ll call her…Katy.

Katy and I had known each other for over 2 years as friends…

She was 5’4, blue eyes, long light brown hair, in nursing
school, and was 19 at the time of the encounter.

Our friendship was a bit different though, we met online, and
would talk on the phone for hours, but had never met. We would talk on the
phone late at night after our parents went to sleep…soon friendly
conversations turned into dirty talk…

I would tell her exactly what I would do from the time that I
walked into the door of her room until the moment we would roll over
exhausted…and she loved every minute of it…

Then she turned into my sub….she didn’t have any toys, but she
did have items I could make use of…I would have her use the handle of her
hairbrush or the vibration in her toothbrush to take her further (I’m sure her
parents wondered why her toothbrush went through so many batteries) …and she
would follow my every instruction. Read more »