The Mile High Club, Chapter 7 [NSFW]

Chapter 7: The Sleeper (Arnie)

It isn’t often that Arnie finds himself afraid to fly. He flies all the time as flight attendant. But after last week’s turbulent flight and rocky landing, he found himself nervous. Fiddling with his tie as he attempted to get ready for work in the morning, his wife asked him if he was okay. “I am okay,” he said, flatly, not wanting to get into the details of it right before he had to leave.

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He tucked his carry-on away neatly, like he does when he boards the plane every day he works, and takes a sip of cold water. It soothes him for a blissful moment before his nerves return to him. His partner on the flight is a young girl named Camila. She reminded him of his wife at home and therefore he took a liking to her. He found safety in her because of this, too.

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“Cami, I’m glad to see you,” he told her as she was tucking her bag away in the overhead compartment. Her blazer lifted, exposing her midriff. He looked but made sure to look away quickly so that she would not see. Read more »

Swim Class | [Teacher/Student, age gap, anticipation] Part 1

If there was one activity that was unpleasant for all parties involved in a high school gym class, it was most certainly Swim class. And for Alexander Malinov it was even more unpleasant, because not only did he have to coach pimply teenagers on how not to drown, he had the incessant cloak of failure hanging over him as he did it. The thirty-two-year old had somehow, unwillingly, found himself glued into the role of teaching teenagers how to practice safe sex and forcing them to run the Fitness Gram Pacer Test at 6am. Naturally, he was hated by the majority of the student population. Due to his otherwise lack of real professional education, he found it difficult to find common ground with the majority of his colleagues, too. And, truthfully, he couldn’t blame the students. He knew if the roles were reversed, and some unsuccessful bodybuilder spent several hours a day forcing him to run and then repeated it like a stuck record that he should use condoms, he would hate the son of a bitch too. Read more »

The Master, The Apprentice, and The Slave [BDSM]

I can barely see anything under the sack over my head. I’m breathing very quickly as I am still in shock over what has just happened. I was just sitting outside, watching the snow fall when all of a sudden, they threw a bag over my head, grabbed me, tied my wrists, and threw me into their car. I wasn’t even fully dressed yet. I was wearing a pair of faded pink pajamas with a pair of thick socks. I didn’t even have shoes on. I couldn’t see but, whoever was driving was this vehicle, is a very erratic driver, making sure to use plenty of twists and turns when driving. I struggle and yell as my captor drives further and further from my house. Read more »

Untitled erotic romance story! [Fdom] [MSub] [Pegging]

Chapter One

For Samara, marriage was a dream that she never really had, she never met the perfect guy who would be her rock and her partner for life. As a child, she would love bossing around the boys and teasing them, her mother, Elizabeth was very much the breadwinner of the family. Her father, Sean was a househusband rising Samara while Elizabeth was working and putting food on the table. Her mother and father never married believing it was unnecessary, Samara grew the same sentiment as she got older, but due to her unusual family dynamic, Samara slowly began to develop a personality which was both dominating and yet very sweet.

When she was 15, she had her first boyfriend, a sweet young man named Dylan who was shy, but was confident enough to ask Samara out on a date. They were with each other all the time back in high school, however Dylan was being bullied and teased by the other boys because of he was so called “pussy whipped!”. Samara was known to be a little dominant in their relationship, carrying all the wrong traits that her mother had. Dylan broke up with Samara and told her it was because of the bulling happening around him and he hated how she bossed him around. Read more »

Nuptials

She inhaled deeply, breathing in his musky sent. Wrapping her arms around him, she shut her eyes tight, wishing this embrace would never end. When she opened her mouth to speak, his lips smashed into hers in a deep kiss. The dampness between her legs grew as his tongue swirled around in her mouth and the rigid need building beneath his khakis gently nudged against her like a third arm.

“I’m to be married tomorrow.” She revealed after a long moment, when the roaring passion of their embrace had a moment to cool and simmer down.

“Then we best make the most of tonight.” He said as he began nibbling on her neck.

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I (28[F])catfished my university crush (29[M]) and had the hottest cyber sex with him, with a big twist ending – PART 2

Hi all, I shared part one of my story a few weeks ago and got a really positive response which really surprised me as I didn’t really think anyone would read it! A lot of people asked for a part two once I met up with David in real life, so here it is.

If you haven’t read part 1 yet, you can find it [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gdr3zw/i_28f_catfished_my_university_crush_29m_and_had/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

For info: We weren’t able to see each other in really life until 2 weeks after the events in part 1 due to wanting to comply with COVID restrictions where we live. We initially thought it would be ok to see each other that following weekend but unfortunately we were wrong. Sorry for keeping you all hanging. Below is the story of our first meeting after all those years.

Part 2-

It had been almost a two weeks since mine and David’s big reveals, him revealing that he knew it was me catfishing him all along, and me revealing my reasons behind my actions. Read more »

Coercion, pt. 3 (mf)

The day seemed especially monotonous. She sat in on two meetings as a recorder, noting each piece of mundane information on her laptop, every fifteen minutes checking the silver delicate watch on her wrist.

Sitting alone in her small office, she glimpsed her supervisor only once during the entire day as he strode pass with another suit, off to another meeting. He had not even looked in on her, never once even acknowledging she had bothered to attend work.

Feeling crestfallen, but mostly embarrassed, she sulked in her office for the remainder of the day. She had taken special care that morning, brushing out her long hair and placing it in an ornate bun towards the back of her head. She worse a knee length red and brown plaid skirt, with a cherry red blouse that buttoned up to a loose silk bow at the neck. She decided against stockings and simply put on a pair of candy apple red spiked heels. Under her outfit she wore her new black bra that clasped in the front, hidden by an array of beige lace that crept up each breast paired with a set of black panties bordered with a similar beige lace. She had applied her make-up with extra care, using water proof mascara elongating her lashes and similar eyeliner to darken her eyes and make them appear more round and large. She had applied a light dusting of rouge on her cheeks and applied a dark red, smear free lipstick. Read more »

Yes Daddy! Part Three (Age Play, Cunnilingus)

Part Three

My opportunity came a few days later when Daddy announced that he had to be out of town for a few days to make a bid on a new construction job in a nearby town.

Although I hated him being away, I loved to send him sexy pics while he was gone. A hard nipple beneath a tight shirt; a closeup of my mound beneath my panties. Nothing too explicit, but something to make sure he was thinking about me. And it would also guarantee that he would be horny as hell when he got home.

Finally he texted me that he was on his way home and would be back in town around 3:30 that afternoon. His timing couldn’t have been better. I texted him back and asked him to pick me up at a certain street corner that just so happened to be only a block from our local Catholic school. He would be picking up his little girl from school, and the fun could begin. Read more »

[F]ace fucking [M]y wife (30 F) made her insatiably horny

I could just get straight to the naughty bits here, but I feel it’s necessary to explain the events of the day leading up to this evening.

First I’ll say my wife and I are home 24/7 together and neither of us have any responsibility at the moment (Covid times. I’ll spare you the details.) What else is there to do but enjoy each other’s bodies constantly? My wife always obliges a sexual favor, but truth be told, I’m pretty vanilla. I’m not into crazy kinky stuff, and porn of that nature tends to turn me off. My wife’s preferences, by comparison, don’t match mine; she likes to get roughed up a tad bit, nothing too serious. For example, she likes gentle, yet firm spanking while in the the throes of passion. She likes a firm fistful of hair tightly grasped while she’s pounded into ecstasy. She asks that I cum all over her, on her face, in her mouth, on her chest. And with some things I oblige her as well, although I admit I’m selfish and rarely can I bring myself to pull out of her; I much prefer releasing deep inside her. But in all honesty, sex or a blowjob any time I ever want loses its luster. All I have to do is ask for anything, but to keep the novelty, I often find myself waiting, even though I’m horny, for my wife to initiate. Besides, I really struggle to enjoy myself when I have an ounce of suspicion that my wife is not enjoying herself as well. Read more »

Just before college, I mowed this older woman’s lawn in exchange for sensual handjobs [MF]

I remember this clear as day, since it’s like Exhibit 1 in my memory’s spank bank.

So I turned 18 over the winter of my senior year in high school. (I’m in my mid-20s now.) That spring, I didn’t have a job lined up for the summer before starting college, so I basically started doing yardwork around our (big) subdivision.

Ms. Smith (not using her real name) lives a few streets over and has known my parents since we were little. She hired me to come mow her lawn, cut her bushes, that sort of thing. Ms. Smith was really pretty – she was 52, in decent “mom” shape, blonde highlights. Played lots of tennis and did yoga, that sorta thing. Not skinny, but curvy in a really womanly way. Big breasts. Her two daughters were home from college for the summer (she was divorced), but usually out of the house for the day at jobs. Read more »