Daddy’s Had Enough (mf) (punishment) (primal nc)

Daddy’s Had Enough (mf) (punishment) (primal nc)

*”Daddy!” I exclaim, frustrated.*

*”What, baby girl?! You’re starting to get on my nerves there, and you do not want to get on Daddy’s nerves, baby.”*

*I cross my arms and lightly stomp my foot, pouting. I’ve been standing there for an hour, waiting for him to finish work, but he’s still at it! And cherry on top of the sundae, he won’t let me leave or sit on the ground.*

*My feet ache and my body is starting to feel all tight and painful.*

*”Let me leave! Or give me attention, cause I swear to god, you fucking…”*

*I’m brutally interrupted by him.*

**I slam my fist on the desk, cutting her bratty tirade short as her eyes widen in surprise.**

**”You earned this punishment for not completing the assignments you promised me you’d do. Now you have the audacity to back talk me, to question my authority?” I feel my anger flaring and I stand. I feel her shrink before my gaze.**

**”You’ve forgotten your place little girl,” my voice is now low and menacing, “I’ve been negligent. I’ve let you get away with poor behaviour time and time again.”** Read more »

[MF] Office Kiss

Lu works down the hall from me, and I’d started fantasizing about her about five minutes after she joined our agency a few months ago.

The sleeveless blouses and tailored slacks she wore to work were just the start of her appeal. Her breasts looked full and heavy, and no other mother of three – including my wife – ever had a tighter looking ass. She had a tiny, barely noticeable scar at the corner of her lip that made her mouth look like it was begging to be kissed. She wore her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, and sometimes a stray lock would fall across her forehead, and it was all you could do not to reach up and brush it back for her.

Lu had to cross my door to get to that of Cheryl, her team leader on a crucial pitch we were about to make.

After a while, I think she noticed that I always got up immediately, stood in my doorway and watched that lovely behind of hers as she moved briskly down the hall. Read more »

From Writing Prompt: Your cyborg/android boyfriend asks for your help in calibrating his new cybernetic penis.

A romantic night out with the cliche dinner and a movie, but neither of us could tell you what happened on the screen, and we didn’t really eat much of our food. We were too excited about… dessert. Nick had asked me to help him get his new (tool?) set up, and I agreed maybe a little too quickly. It’s not that his old one was lacking, but the rest of his enhancements were so impressive, you’d expect a fully functional cybernetic man to have the kind of hardware between the legs that would be, formidable? I didn’t know what he had upgraded to, but after the accident, with all the tech that went into rebuilding his impressive body, that measly wrench of an afterthought couldn’t get much worse.

Oh, what if it could? I suddenly had apprehensive thoughts running through my head as we reached his apartment door. What if he installed something massive? Some insane hentai tentacle thing, or something with spikes? Something with lasers, or needles, or… I’m just freaking myself out. His cybernetic eye is looking right through me, human concern clear on his other. There is such a thing as “too much” enhancement, and being able to read your girlfriend like a book with a simple glance is one of them. “It’s nothing off the walls crazy, I promise,” he says as he leads me into the bedroom. Read more »

Babysitter’s discovery part 07

The drive back to Anna’s house was only 10 minutes, but to Emma, every minute just seemed to drag by. When they finally parked in the garage, Emma and Anna walked hand in hand straight to the bedroom. No reason to put off the release of that heated lust, oh yeah, Emma was practically gushing.

They took to the bed, rolling around, kissing wildly. Anna stopped, and told Emma to get up on her knees. Anna did the same, their bodies almost touching.

Anna whispered, “First, let me strip you down, my sexy little snooper.”

Emma nodded, her eyes glazed with lust as she watch Anna’s fingers slip under her T shirt, and slide it up her body. She lifted it away, and with Anna’s experienced fingers, her bra was quickly unfastened. She slipped it down her shoulders, and tossed it away. Emma’s breasts, so inviting, luscious firm mounds with hard, erect light pink nipples, sticking out stiffly, pointed straight at Anna. Read more »

[28F] I fucked a stranger in a shared room, while my friend did the same in the bed beside me. [FM]

Aged nineteen I went on a – to not mince words about it – drunken fuck-fest of a holiday to Ayia Napa with some university friends. This is technically a continuation of [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gmqqv4/i_28f_participated_in_a_blowjob_race_while_on/) post, but can be read in isolation and without the need for earlier context.

NIGHT THREE.

By the third day we’d all just about acclimatised to the new day/night cycle. A few of us were managing to wake early enough in the mid-afternoon to actually see the sun, but the near constant hangover-haze prevented us from doing anything more exciting than sitting and hopping to find ourselves catching a lovely bronze glow, rather than the pasty-to-near-pale-blue of our natural skin tone. (Well, mine. One of my friends looked near permanently radiant. Bitch.)

We’d agreed to have a somewhat quieter third evening. There’d still be plenty of drinking, dancing and potential for some debauchery, but it was to be much more low-key than our previous night, in that we weren’t going to spend hours killing karaoke, nor were we intending to find ourselves in a decidedly seedy bar failing to win any dubious ‘competitions’. Read more »

On a train

Not too tall, tall enough. Short beard, not groomed. Not ungroomed, slightly savage. Flannel shirt, sleeves rolled just below elbows, blue jeans and black boots.

Hair black, dyed. Red flannel skirt, just above the knees. Barbelled nipples pressing against white t-shirt.

Cars empty, takes a seat, plenty of space.

Glance held, slight smiles, back to the phones.

Next stop, 3 guys, not groomed,all savage. She looks at him, changes seat. Ruffians board, hungry looks, she looks tasty.

Small talk with a stranger, he knows up.

So do the savages. Cute girl, looks scared, Mr. Brawny there to save her. Not today.

Glares and catcalling, take it easy.
She with you?
She is now.

Tense moments, next stop. The 3 go in search of easier prey.

Just the two of them. Hi, nice to meet you. Instant attraction. She realizes shes holding his arm, apologies. It’s okay, he reassures.

Next stop, they both depart. Grab a drink? Sure. Heading off arm in arm.

The Time [M]y GF’s [F]riend Caught us Fucking and Stayed to Play

Like many new couples, the early days/weeks/months of our relationship was very hot and very sexual. We fucked every day, sometimes many times per day, pretty much any free time we had together was spent all over each other. We talked about fantasies that we each had, we talked about past experiences with other partners, and even things we still wanted to do. She told me about a hot college experience she had with a MF couple and I told her about some of my past experiences, how I had shared my ex with a friend of mine, and how I had been the extra guy in a few MFM threesomes. She was pretty shocked that I had been okay sharing my ex with another guy. She was more surprised that I was more than “okay” but that I loved it and fantasized about her like that. Over the next few months we would talk about it every now and then, or I’d make a “joke” about my friend and I having our way with her or how I wanted us to be watched when we were fucking. She’d smile and laugh at the “joke,” but she knew that I was serious, and it was starting to turn her on thinking of it. Our 4th floor condo had a huge sunroom and she’d often walk around the condo topless or naked because we were high enough up that people on the ground floor couldn’t see in. It was a really small one-bedroom condo, so space was very limited. I made the sunroom a walk-in closet for her, so she’d be in there working out, doing yoga, changing clothes, etc. However, if someone was in the sunroom, they could definitely be seen by people on the ground or in the adjacent building, especially if they knew where to look. I loved seeing her laying out naked in the sunroom, knowing that she was slightly on display and that some lucky people could look in and see her. One night we came in late from a night of drinking, I led her into the sunroom and removed her clothes. I put her naked body up against the windows, so that her tits were pushed up against the window, exposing her to anyone that happened to look up and I fucked her up against that window, not knowing who could see, but excited knowing that someone could. The next morning, I looked over to the sunroom and could see the smudges on the windows, leftover evidence that her tits had been smashed against the window as she was getting pounded against it. I asked her not to clean off the window yet, just so I could remember the night for a while. Read more »

The Visitor [D/s] [M/f] [Cheating] [NC]

I guess this wont be everyone’s cup of tea given the content and slightly unusual writing style. However, it certainly had the desired effect on the subject of the story so I’m hopeful there is someone out there who will enjoy it…

You are home alone when I come.

A knock at your door.

You open it and see me.

A moments confusion.

Then realisation.

Blue eyes.

A knowing grin.

The stranger that has teased you so.

That has dominated your fantasies.

Your heart skipping a beat.

But liking what you see.

The spark definitely there between us.

But he wouldn’t want you to let me in.

You even try to be a good wife.

You tell me you can’t see me now.

That you will message me later.

That you can meet me at my hotel.

But I dont want you later.

I want you now.

Just the two of us.

So I push the door open.

Step inside.

You gasp.

Your mouth suddenly dry.

The core of you suddenly liquid. Read more »

An Ode to Uncertainty – Chapter 21 [MF][Fantasy]

Please read chapters 1 – 20 first if you have not done so. This is not a stand-alone story. Link to other chapters in comments.

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Jarl looked up at his stepmother. No. Not stepmother any longer. Wife. She was his wife now. By the seventh, how he hated that. Her large breasts were bouncing up and down as she rode him. He did like her tits though. Reaching up and grabbed one in each hand and massaged them.

“Yes. Yes,” Else moaned. “Harder.”

Jorn pinched her nipples hard. She squirmed and moaned louder. Jarl sighed. It wasn’t any fun hurting her when she just enjoyed it. He didn’t mind pleasing women, quite the opposite, but with his stepmoth-. Wife. By the Gods. Wife. How hard should it be to remember that? With his *wife* it wasn’t true. If it hadn’t been for his cock being almost eternally rigid, a side effect from his work with the Mistresses, he doubted that he could even have performed with her at all.

“Are you done soon?” he sighed. Read more »

[FMMMM] Married middle aged woman decides on a whim to fuck strangers in a dive bar.

She felt the stranger’s hardness inside of her. She was on all fours in a booth in a dingy bar. Several other strangers were lined up waiting to have a stab at her (pun intended). And she was prepared to let them. The only stipulation was that they couldn’t wear condoms and they all had to cum inside of her.

She had entered the bar just twenty minutes earlier. It was a sad smelly place, with about seven or eight sad looking male patrons sitting around the bar. The bartender was probably the best looking one, but even he was pretty un-fuckable. It was early afternoon on a Saturday, and this out of the way dive bar was to be the scene of her wildest fantasy come true.

She hadn’t planned this, not even a little. She had met a friend for lunch and a few drinks and then she planned to find a birthday present for her husband. After they parted ways, she decided to take a back way into the city to pick up something fun for her hubby’s birthday. She was a little horny having traded some innuendo laden texts to her husband. They were planning, among other things, to celebrate his 50th birthday with some kinky sex. And their texts were decidedly naughty. Read more »