Creamy Surprise

There she was standing in front of me. Holding my dorm room door open as I stood there in my boxers and t-shirt, when I think back to that night, I wonder, did I recognize her disheveled hair the reddened skin at the base of her long slim neck? I locked my eyes to her large green glazed opals, her lean against the door frame showing the effects of a night of drinking. Quickly coming out of my daze, just moments before I'd settled in to an evening defending humanity.

Not that I hadn't checked what Laura was up to, my stomach had twisted more than I'd wanted to admit knowing she was on campus but would be off at a party. I couldn't really expect much more, we'd been on a few dates, hooked up a few times but she'd been up front that she didn't want anything exclusive. But those big green eyes, long slim body and warm mischievous smile had a way taking hold of me.

The Man They Love [MFF] [Rom]

"Why don't you sit down? And take a few deep breaths?"

Pam watched her daughter pacing back and forth in the small changing room. Ashley's wedding dress made a swish, swish noice as she walked. Pam really wanted her daughter to sit down because the girl's pacing was making her nervous.

"Do you think I'm doing the right thing?"

Pam sighed. "All you've talked about for the last three months is getting married. You know Alex loves you. And you've told everyone you've met how much you love him."

Ashley's hands lifted to the bulge at her waist. "I don't want him to marry me because I'm pregnant."

"He's not," Pam reassured her. Even if you weren't, he'd still marry you.

A knock at the door made the two women jump. An attractive blond stuck her head in.

"Are you ready?" Samantha was the wedding planner Pam and Ashley had hired for the event.

Pam rose awkwardly. Instinctively her hands cradled her swollen stomach through the wedding dress she wore.

"You both look beautiful," Samantha exclaimed.

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trying to get abused

I don't know why I really did it. There's a small forest near my house and it's known to hold numerous sex offenders by night. Everyone knows to stay away from that place but something inside me just snapped when I stepped on my bike and drove off. I'm an average 22 year old guy, I've been single for a year now. Recently though I've started experimenting with my butt, you know just sliding a finger up there while I jack off. I love it.

So yesterday I drove my bike to that forest, horny as fuck, with one single goal. I wanted to get raped. I was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, my socks getting moist trough my shoes on the damp forest leaves. There was an eerie silence and no one to be seen until I fell face first in the dirt.

How my Surprisingly Hot Best Friend Surprised Me in the Shower [M/F]

Belle was my best friend back home when I was 20 years old. She was always cheerful and always very random – two things I always like in a girl -. There was a period of time when we spend almost all of our time togeter. But although we saw each other everyday, it never occured to us we could (or even should) be something more than friends. To be totally honest, I didn't feel very attracted to her and never got the feeling she felt something for me either, so we just kept on doing random shit and laughing our asses off as friends.

Untill…

It was on a cold night in Decemeber when we decided to go out into the city and grab some drinks. She was wearing thight jeans and an xxl sweater in which she felt comfortable (but had the unique property to hide all the best parts of the female body). Her hair was in a ponytail and her glasses were fogged up by the cold outside. It turned out to be an amazing night that night, but when the clock hit four, we agreed to go back home. We could both need some sleep. So we took off and made the fifteen minute hike back to my place (she insisted to crash on my couch, because she didn't want to walk alone).

My first time, twice. Mega post parts 1,2,3,4, and new 5 (mff)(inc)

So this was many years ago, when I was 17. I was never a cool kid and didn't get much interaction with girls. Religious boys only schooling for me. So I had never thought of myself as attractive at all. Life went on, and I'd be a virgin all my life. Then one day my mom says that a cousin of mine is coming to my city for some school related convention thing. Of course she is always been proper, you know learns French, plays classic piano, does everything properly and has no social skills at all. So basically she needs support at this thing for her presentation so by order of mother I have to go over and say how great it is. ok no great problem.

So skipping a bit of the story I meet a pretty hot friend of my cousin, let’s call her S, who was doing the project with her. she's flirting pretty heaviily with me, I'm flirting with her (awkwardly). nothing happens and they go back to their city about 200km away. I get her number from my cousin and we start texting. It all gets pretty hot, we meet up, on the few chances we get and it's blowjobs and fingers. This girl is good at it. remember both of us are virgins, so we're a bit hesitant about going the whole way.

“I’m going to use it to mark your body.” [m/f]

More from https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3o6unt/ive_been_thinking_about_it_a_lot_and_i_want_you/ and https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3rpi5q/please_make_me_wear_it_mf/

Sam decided to write one. Enjoy. :)


The last time Ed posted a story about me, as part of my fact-checking I told him he was missing about five paragraphs describing how unbelievably hot he was. (Of course, I told him this after I had already gotten off reading it) He responded that that probably belonged in a story from my point of view, so here we go.

Ed is fucking hot. I’d never had a thing for any sort of athlete before, but at this point it’s highly tempting to become a groupie for crew because damn, his body is nice. Tall and lean and muscly in all the right places. And such a nice cock too. Plus his face is like, Clark Kent level structured. Basically: jackpot. [ed: flattery will get you everywhere.]

Of course, I’m not a totally shallow person. As you most definitely should’ve figured out from his stories I’m a total submissive, and it’s important to me to fuck someone that a) super cares about consent and my boundaries so that I can leave myself totally at their mercy, and b) is actually enthusiastic about all the stuff I want to try. And Ed? I told him that “maybe, like a little, I like to be tied up, you know, maybe” and he went out and bought a length of rope. And some instruction manuals. Seriously: jackpot.

The Train Station

Names changed for obvious reasons but this is a true story that took place in the summer of 2015. We have been in a relationship for about 2 years. I [28M] am studying electrical engineering and I had landed a dream summer co-op job with a very big utility company. The only kicker was that it was 6 hour drive away from home and I would have to move away. A little description of myself; I am 6 feet tall, 175lbs, blue eyes, short dark brown hair (usually spike the front up). The day this story happened I was wearing a stripped orange traffic FR shirt, beige cargo FR pants with silver visibility strips, black work boots and a yellow hardhat. I always heard that girls have a thing for guys in a uniform but I never believed it until I had that job.

Naomi is a 23 year old teacher, beautiful blonde hair, hazel eyes, about 5’4” tall, curvy with the biggest tits I have ever seen in my life (38DD) and a sexy round ass. She is a feisty Italian, high fashion always dressed to the 9’s, wherever she goes people (both guys and girls) are checking her out. She plays the good girl in public but when you get her in the bedroom she’s a total freak.

The Final Test [MFF] [BOND] [BI]

Amanda knelt naked on the wooden floor before her Owner.

"Are you ready for your final trial?" His voice was deep and commanding.

"I am Sir."

"Are you certain? You may leave now. I promise you this will push all of your boundaries."

Amanda's heart raced. "I have no boundaries for you Sir."

Her blue eyes met her Owner's brown. The man she adored beyond words. The man she had given herself to absolutely. Amanda had given up so much to be with him. The word love was only a pale description of what she felt for him.

He rose. "Come."

Amanda rose smoothly and followed. The small bells clipped to her labia tinkled as she followed him down the halls of the massive manor.

They reached a pair of double doors that Amanda recognized. The Reception Hall.

"Beyond those doors is my newest slave. You will prepare her for her new life here."

"Yes Sir."

This was her trial?

Her Owner pushed open the doors and led Amanda in.

The rectangular room had marble floors and was lit by lamps mounted on the walls. At its center was a circular bed of red with a tall post attached to the side.

Bondage loving couple – the very beginning [MF] [bd] [oral]

I met Sarah six years ago, when we both were competing on university sporting day in Berlin. The beauty of her athletic body was emphasized by a red skin-tight dress with white stripes, which was perfectly shaped around her breasts and an attentive spectator can see protruding nipples. I was always shy around the girls, but she was worth trying. Nowadays, we are a happy couple for five years and I would like to share some exciting moments from our intimate life.

I discovered my greatest kink when I hit a puberty. I love to see bound, helpless women, struggling in tight ropes, put in chains, lock in a cage, with cuffs around wrists and ankles, blindfolded and gagged. This idea always gets me a huge arousal and brings me in front my computer, watching hours of videos and seeing tons of pictures with this theme. Now, I have a gorgeous girl by my side and my dreams may come true. But what if she is not into bondage at all?

Don’t Be A Drunken Mess To Your Girlfriend [MF]

Been a while since I last shared. Now that all my man-whore days are in the rear view it is a nice release to post some of the old war stories from my past.

I recently celebrated a birthday and an old friend shared a comment in a Facebook group from my High School Reunion. In response an old "memory" who had slipped my mind and I was not friends with on FB responded as well and sent a Friend Request. Her name was Shannon.

I was a good kid in High School. I wouldn't say I was Prom King or anything, but I played sports and by and large associated favorably with what you would consider the popular crowd. Unlike them, I was shy and kept to myself socially and wasn't prominent in the dating scene.

Shannon transferred to our High School my Sophomore Year from out of state and spent her last three years as the "IT" girl. She was skinny, blonde, and a cheerleader so when she showed up she became the topic of conversation for all. Within a week she was dating a Senior football stud and off the market. She would spend her entire Sophomore Year with him, and even after he graduated and moved on she continued to date him her Junior Year.