GoldenMilf (MF)
GoldenMilf
Dennis was introduced to sex
By Goldeneye
When he sat in his living room with his older best bud
Who’s stolen the VHS and would soon be caught,
And Xenia Onnatop appeared onscreen,
In her green dress and with her sultry, jaded smile
Seven year old Dennis began to feel a way he’d never felt.
And when Xenia Onnatop strangled that man with her
Thighs, in a plush bedroom and he cried,
“I can’t breathe!”
That was when seven-year old Dennis knew this ritual
Was for him. Except he’d be able to breathe,
Always.
Twelve years later, Dennis sits in his dorm room,
Fucked up off Oxycontin.
He stole it from his Father,
Who went back to drinking and fell and hurt his leg
And had surgery but Dennis does not give a shit
If his Dad needs painkillers. He needs a drug other than pot
(which he already got in trouble for dealing)
and he wants to feel mellowed out
he’s got enough testosterone to go around
So he sits there, high out of his mind,
Stares at his computer and thinks,
I’d better work on some of those photos
For my photo class.
But then he thinks, nah.
She wasn’t a Mercy Fuck
My girlfriend tied and teased until shes begging…[FM] Part 1
This will be long…please bear with me – this is my first experience of writing about the sexual exploits of my girlfriend (f28) and me (m29). Im pretty open to sexual exploration. Before we got together we had both been reasonablly vanilla but after being together for a while we have branched out into some bondage/spanking and orgasm denial stuff. Id like to go further and maybe explore threesomes/anal play stuff…but were not there yet.
I dont want to rush this so im going to break it into 2 parts..
I want every experience to be included.
One of our most enjoyable sexual fantasies consists of me being the dominant partner and basically doing what i want with her…basically shes like my sex toy and im allowed to talk to her how i want and explore her body any way i choose. This is my story from last weekend. Im going to call her ‘Em’.
[MF][old/young] How I started with older men
So after I posted my first anal story (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5iudtk/mf_that_time_an_older_man_introduced_me_to_anal/) I had a few messages asking me how I started with older men. Here’s the story.
I was 18, but only just. I was living with my mother and her long term boyfriend, as had been the case since she split with my father when I was much younger.
My father had died a few weeks earlier and I’d been packing up and cleaning out his things. His friend had offered to help, which was useful – for example, Dad had left me his Triumph motorcycle and I had no idea how to ride it. (I do now!)
So we’re moving some of my Dad’s old things into my place. At the time, and now, I lived in what we in Australia call a “granny flat” in my Mum’s backyard – basically a small cabin type of thing.
26 [M] My dog helped me get laid with a MILF 37 [F]
I was walking my dog. My neighbor and her friend with her kid approached me and my dog. My neighbor’s friend (let’s call her Ann) Ann came up to me with her kid and asked “Is your dog friendly?” I say yes. Then the kid proceeded to pet my dog and my dog loves attention so she started licking the kids face. Me and Ann talked for about 10-15 mins. Then my neighbor comes then next night and tells me to give Ann a call and gave me her number.
I’m pretty shy so I didn’t call but sent her a text. Then a week of texting she invites me to her house. Had to drink a couple of beers to calm my nerves. I get there at around 8 she was cooking some food I (being the gentleman that I am) helped her out. She gave me a tour around the house. And when we came up to her room I said “So this is were all the magic happens?” She just laughed and touched my hand. At that moment I knew I was getting laid. Then we sat on the couch to watch a movie. Drinking mix drinks/talking throughout the movie.
[FM] Waking up happy
Me and my girlfriend had been dating about 6 months by then. We were long past the awkward, don’t-want-to-say-too-much-and-embarrass-myself phase and we had opened up about all the things we liked and disliked. But with roommates and parents it was hard to do much. So, when we had an opportunity to be completely alone, we took it. We make plans to visit friends in some city a few hours away. We book the hotel and anxiously wait for the day to come.
I pick her up at her dorm and she comes down looking amazing. She has on a tight tank top with a slit down the middle. She has pretty big boobs, so the shirt is showing off a ton of cleavage. Then she also has on a short and flowy skirt, and some sexy high heels. She looks good and she knows it. Needless to say, she stands out. Anyways, she gets in my car and we take off. The 4-hour drive there isn’t very eventful other than the handful of times that I ran my hand up and down her thighs, stopping to feel how wet her panties are getting.
The Story of Us- Part 1: How I Became His Submissive Slut [MF][cheating][D/s][pics]
Warning: This is long, but it’s worth it. About me: 30F, Tan skin, big brown eyes, plump lips, long brown-black hair. 5’5, 38C with big dark areolae, curvy with wide hips, thick thighs and a big ass. [pic1](http://imgur.com/1eYin68) [pic2](http://imgur.com/L0rpkAl ) [pic3](http://imgur.com/hS5hylB) [pic4](http://imgur.com/EwWJsxX) I’m intelligent, driven, and known to be an unyielding, unforgiving force at work. I’m currently engaged to my partner of 12 years: my first love, my first kiss, my first cock. But this isn’t about him. This is about how I became a cheating greedy slut, owned and trained by my daddy. Part 2 is the story of how I was finally given permission to be a good little cocksucking mistress.
Delivering an extra present [FM]
I’m home with my family for Christmas, and ever since I learned to drive one of my festive chores has been to go around and deliver cards and presents to local relatives and family friends around my hometown – not a particularly enjoyable prospect, as it invariably involves a long afternoon of smiling at pleasantries from aunts and uncles, and trying not to be press-ganged into coming in for drinks or foods and end up trapped there for hours.
Another reason for my dread over the past couple of years has been the prospect of delivering cards and presents to my ex-boyfriend’s house – although we get on okay it’s always awkward when we meet, and our families have remained friends which is also makes for tricky conversations in itself. Last year I managed to slip their card and present through the door with no trouble, but this year my heart sank as I rang the doorbell and, just as I was ready to deposit their goodies, I heard thudding downstairs. When the door opened, I was at least a little relieved that rather than my ex or his parents, it was his younger brother that opened the door to me.
Why I love thunder storms
Forgive me if the writing style is out of place
Perfect velvet blackness beneath the silk you used to cover my eyes
The pitter patter of rain on our roof
I fidget quietly with the cord that binds my wrists above my head
I shake with lustful anticipation of the touch you’ll give me when the moment is right.
Then out of the darkness your lips caress my neck, your finger tips brush across my breasts.
My lips curl into the coy grin that always drove you mad.
The hand leaves my breast, two fingers rest on my smiling lips
I gently suck at them, and play at the space between with my tongue.
Your teeth sink into the flesh of my neck
I moan
“Not yet.” You whisper to me
I shudder
Your wet finger tips glide from my chin to my neck, down been my breasts, across my belly
Slow
Painfully slow
But I know better than to make a sound
It’s raining harder now