126 Edges and Dripping 21 [F]

First off, best time of my life while being the worst. So I decided to take a commenters suggestion and edge for every comment on one of my post. It got up to 126. And in a coin flip, a ruin at the end instead of an orgasm.

So I started off my edging gentle. Started off with a makeup brush teasing my clit and pussy over my panties for the first couple while my tits were pinned up with clothing pins. Then again for the next ten without panties before fucking myself with the makeup brush. After I got to 100 edges left, I put a clothing pin on my clit and teased it harshly that way with the makeup brush sitting inside me.

Then for the next 9 edges with my clit still pinned, I rutted against one of my three dildos. I only let the tip inside of me at all times with it. Then I moved up to my thickest dildo and did the same for the next 10. Read more »

The Last Time

I lean my back up against my driver’s side door. A breeze cuts through the parking garage, prompting me to pull my denim jacket tighter to my body. My menthol hangs loosely from my lips as I shove in the cool summer evening. I pull my phone out of my jacket pocket and check it.

*Three minutes away.*

I shiver again. Not because of the cold, but because of memories. I can’t help but think about when times were simpler for both of us. I quickly open my messages and type out a text to a different recipient.

*Be home in 30. Finishing up at the office now. I love you*

The trademark sound of the text being sent echoes in the empty parking garage. Just as another breeze cuts into the open air, I hear a screech of tires a couple of levels below. I can only assume it to be him. I pull the cigarette out of my mouth, crouch down, and snuff out the embers on the pavement. I walk over to the nearby cigarette refuse bin and tuck the butt end inside. Read more »

The New Employee – Part 2 [MF, light BDSM]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i8sqb8/the_new_employee_part_1_mf_light_bdsm/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

The First Week

The next morning I am running late to the office and skip the morning coffee run.  I arrive and speak briefly to Janice congratulating her on retirement which she responds with a laugh and a sigh of relief.  

I then open my door and walk over to my desk which has a hot cup of coffee already sitting on it attached to a note.  

“Mr. Johnson, I hear that I will be moving over to assist you with your needs and have been told to start my transition. I hope to live up to your high demands and will do whatever it takes. I hope this coffee eases your morning ‘attitude’ -Sara”  I crumple the note and toss it into the trash. Getting straight to work. 

About 30 min later I hear a small knock at the door.  “Enter,” I responded not looking up from the report I was reading.  

“I have met with Janice Mr. Johnson and taken over scheduling your day.” Saras cheery voice sings through the air “You have a couple phone calls this morning, followed by a working lunch with Robert to review the financials and your daily team meeting at 2pm.”  Read more »

The New Employee – Part 1 [MF, Light BDSM]

The New Employee

The First Day

The alarm rings, it is 5:30am.  
I’m groggy.  
I need coffee.  

I slowly open my eyes and glance at my phone clumsily sliding the alarm off with my finger.  “Why did I set my alarm this early again?” I ask myself.  

Not waiting for an answer my legs slide off the bed as my body follows.  I automatically walk towards the shower still with the lights off.  My hand reaches inside the shower and turns the water on.  “Damn that’s cold ” I say outloud to the empty dark room as the water hits my hand.  I immediately get annoyed that the shock of the water removes the fog from my brain.  

I reach behind me and turn on the bathroom light as I look at myself in the mirror.  “Mr. Johnson, you accepted this job.  Today is your first day….get in the shower now.” The identical twin in the mirror silently tells me.  Read more »

Fostered Devotion [First Time] [Foster Siblings] [Loving]

My best friend also happens to be my brother. We aren’t biologically related, we just came to reside in the same home as the foster children of a very nice couple. Admittedly, I craved my brother’s attention more than anything else, he would never cross any lines with me though. He only ever saw me as his little sister and I hated that so much. I wanted to experience passion and love and intimacy more than anything else in the world and I knew he was the only person I wanted that kind of connection with. I was completely infatuated with him and he seemed to only ever see me as the little girl I was when we first met.

While there are many horror stories that come out of living in foster homes, our experience with the Bradley family is not one of them. Our lives before that placement, however, were rampant with various types of neglect and abuse.

Grace and W.T. Bradley took in many foster kids, some for a few days, many for life. They were quite wealthy and they actually gave a damn about the kids in their care. They genuinely wanted to provide these children with stability and love, even if the placement was only temporary. My brother, I called him Danny but his given name was Dante Isaac Morrow, came into their home when he was 12. Read more »

How I [F] got unofficially engaged

First time poster, long time lurker. And upfront, this is likely not the wildest, or sexiest story on here. I actually feel it’s more romantic than wild, but it’s a good memory that I’ve never shared outside of my best friend when we were drunk. Anyway, here goes and enjoy.

My boyfriend and I had been dating for a few weeks before I asked the one question that I really needed a specific answer to; are you a virgin? I loved everything about him, and already, I could see a long term relationship in front of us. But I was a virgin, and I had an expectation that my husband would also be a virgin prior to our marriage, or engagement at least. So I asked the question, and hoped his answer affirmed that he was. Sadly, he said he wasn’t. He explained that he lost it a couple years ago with a girlfriend, and he regretted it. He wanted to wait for the right girl, thought it was her, and she broke his heart a few weeks thereafter. He had been single since. Read more »

[MFM]/[MF] A girlfriend wanted a virgin, so I gave her to one.

***Disclaimer:*** *While this story – in its entirety – is true telling of this weekend’s events between myself, Jason, Rory, and Cali, I have taken a certain level of “creative license” in both the details of said events and the manner in which I tell those events. My goal in this is to protect identities of people and locations. My goal is __not__ to embellish or otherwise make this story unworthy of /r/gonewildstories.* Thanks for reading.

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###It all began when Rory beat me in a game of Magic: The Gathering.

Bet you never thought a story here would begin with something so nerdy, but it’s the truth. I often challenge and encourage friends, colleagues, strangers into random acts of learning, random acts of kindness, and random acts of slutiness by promising them something that has come to be known as a *Golden Coin*. It’s something my late wife invented and when she gave them out, they’re worth was/is limitless, able to change the world – for me they’re mainly tokens for favors (something I began collecting when I no longer *had* to work to collect money^(1)). With girlfriends they’re “coupons” for *any* fantasy scenario they wish^(2). Read more »

Femdom Hunts CEO [BDSM] [Knife Play] [Humiliation] [Male Sub] [Squirt]

I’ve been watching him.

I see the way he’s a big tough CEO on a power trip. But behind that powerful position and the persona he shows to everyone, even to himself… He is submissive. He is tired of the power, he is desperate for someone to give him the release behind closed doors.

He’s sitting over there, drinking his morning hot vanilla coffee and looking around the room. Bingo. We just locked eyes. I smile, he does a double take, and I see his ego light up on fire. Too. Easy.

I have long, sleek black hair, captivating hazel eyes, long pointy black nails, and a smile that gets me anything I want. Right now, that thing I want… Is him.

I walk up to his table and I can tell he’s getting nervous even though he’s doing everything he can to appear confident. It’s pathetic, I wait for him to speak.

“Hello gorgeous, I saw you looking at me from over here. How are you?” he is looking up at me, with that goofy grin. Read more »

The House Always Wins (part one) [Drugged] [Dubious Consent] [Painful] [Anal] [Blood] [Breeding] [Age Difference] [Size Difference] [Multiple Men]

The dimly lit pub was not the ideal place to surprise an old friend, but it was the place I knew he would be after work on a Friday according to the PI I hired to find him. We hadn’t seen each other in ten years, so I wondered if he would even recognize me. I watched him with his co-workers, they were laughing and having beers and drinks together. He still had short dark blonde hair with piercing blue eyes and a big smile. His deep laugh resonated through the bar and I was reminded of the last time we’d been together, his voice booming in my ear. I tried to not dwell on it.

I apparently caught the eye of one of his co-workers as the tall dark haired man left their table and came over to me, “Haven’t seen you in here before,” he said as he pulled a chair up next to me.

I smiled slightly, “Never been here before, so that makes sense.” Read more »