Branching Out (Bondage)(Rough)(CNC)(MF)

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My hand shook as I locked the car door. My keys jingled as I placed them in my purse and I began walking toward the hotel. I double-checked the time and place in our messages before entering the lobby. I couldn’t tell if the trembling of my body was more from excitement or nerves. My husband John always was one for surprises. We have an extremely adventurous sex life. We are completely open about our fantasies and sexuality with one another and have always shared any fantasies that we have. We send sexy stories back and forth to try to wind each other up.

I had been sending stories lately describing one fantasy in particular and I was thrilled when he caught on. I was still a little surprised when John asked if I wanted to make it a reality. I was nervous, to be honest. It was something that I wasn’t completely sure I would be into, but the idea of waking up tied to a bed and John having complete control over me made my panties soaking wet every time. We talked it through and he asked me questions of what I had in mind. He made the arrangements and informed me of the rules and instructions. We had discussed safe words ahead of time and I began counting down the days.

A Night at home with the Babysitter [FF] [ds]

([Last week with Madison](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/etkchx/a_night_with_the_babysitter_ff_bi/))

*knock knock*

I took a deep, shaky breath. She was here.

It’d been exactly a week since my nightclub hook up with Madison. I didn’t want to seem too eager and let’s face it, I have a life outside of getting my rocks off, so it was a couple days before I sent the initial text.

“*Hey, Maddie. Thanks again for a fun night. Hope you enjoyed the rest of yours and that your week is going well.*”

I labored over it before sending it. I let her know I had fun without any overwhelming expectations for her to respond accordingly. I was perfectly happy to wait a few days for a response. My heart skipped a beat when she replied in less than an hour.

“*Hi there! Please, I should be thanking you. I haven’t stopped thinking about it.*”

*sigh* That was a good sign, right? Fuck being coy. I was making this happen now.

“*Honestly, I haven’t either. As I said that night, that’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time.*” I typed the next message and sent it before I could chicken out. “*Would you wanna have some more fun?*”

[FM] Stepbrother and Stepsister meet after not seeing each other for a dozen years after parents divorced.

Celle was named by her mother after the German town where she lost her virginity to a US Army captain when she was a young Air Force sergeant stationed in Frankfurt. Hating the name when she was young, Celle had gone by Michelle all through high school. It was the name her ex-stepbrother Jace knew her as. Thinking of Jace made her wonder again, did your step siblings become ex just because your respective parents divorced? Jace had always been cool and she felt a lot of angst when he vanished from her life at thirteen.

The reason she was thinking of Jace now was because he had just walked into the Tucson bar where she twirled a straw in a her strawberry margarita, looking cute as she sat on a bar stool, her tight skirt hiked up around her thighs, pink streaks in her dark wavy hair and a pierced left nostril. Her whisky brown eyes lingered on his tight jean-clad ass as he strutted to the pool table. Then she frowned as he and her target Tuco shook hands and began to speak.

The Bigamist Part 4: Kat’s Story [FFF Sub]

Kat’s Story

My parents came from the Bible Belt, deeply committed to their beliefs. They were stern, not unloving, but stern, break a rule and you knew it, well your ass did. It became easy to be compliant in the home. They also believed in the benefits of healthy competition, which meant we had to excel in sports and studies. I have a younger sister in LA who’s a psychologist, and a brother who is a scientist of some description, works for the National Transport Safety Board.

“Younger or older?” Mistress Anna asked.

“Both younger, Kristen is eighteen months younger and Jeb is the same younger than Kris.”

“Are they the same? Subs?” asked Mistress Julie.

“Jeb’s not, he took on the dom male role, as expected, but Kris, well, yes and no. When she feels like it I expect.”

“In LA.”

“Plenty of work for her there and she makes the occasional lesbian porn movie as well.”

“What! Porn?”

“Yes, I thought I saw her in a film, once, but that was later. I found this woman’s stage name and Googled it, saw a couple of her movies, and it is her, for sure. She doesn’t know I know and I’ve never said anything.”

Two girls, one night [MFF]

So this happened a while back and was pretty fun.

I’d been talking to a girl, “Rachel”, online and we finally met up for drinks early evening. She’s 23, blonde, and thick as hell with huge breasts a big ass and big thighs. We go out for early evening drinks and a couple martinis in start getting a little frisky in our corner of the bar. I’m telling her what a good little girl she is and she can feel my throbbing cock running down the leg of my pants. She says she’s not going to have sex tonight but wants to give me head. So we cab back to my place.

Immediately she gets on her knees and starts going to work, failing to take all of me but trying admirably. Soon becomes clear that ‘just head’ isn’t going to happen so out come the condoms. Toss her on the bed (her tits look amazing as she’s there on her back) and slowly work my way in. She lets out a whimper and I ask if she’s ok. “Yes, just…deep.” From there it’s on and I make her my personal property. She cums twice, once in missionary and once as I give her back shots on the couch in my bedroom. Finally I finish on her chest.

[M]y [F]irst successful anal with an ex girlfriend many many moons ago.

First off, this is my first story I’ve posted. I have lurked for a long long time and really enjoyed reading this sub. So I decided it was finally time to contribute. This is my first post but there will be many to follow. Over time I’m hoping to relive all the memorable moments I’ve had.

I was months away from going into the navy. I had recently graduated high school and was dating a girl going to a local college. We had been dating for probably like 6 months at the time. The night we met and first had sex will be for a different time.

Anyway…

We where taking a shower together like we did pretty frequently, we both had our own apartments. I loved showering with her, she had played soccer in high school, she kept up on her body and she had really great tits. Like just oversized for her frame. I guess I should break down our stats…

Her. She was about 5’6”, maybe 140lbs. All tits and thighs. Beautiful blonde hair, and just an overall bangin body.

MILF rocks my world again! [MF]

This is a continuation of a story from a few years ago. After recently posting the story of my (first) amazing hookup with an older woman, I feel like I had to post what happened next.

Link to Part One is located here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eucgx5/milf_twice_my_age_rocked_my_world_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eucgx5/milf_twice_my_age_rocked_my_world_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)

Disclaimers: Names have been changed for obvious reasons. Actual conversations and texts are from the best of my recall.

Since this is a long story, readers can skip ahead to **The Part with Sex** if uninterested in the background and buildup. However, I promise I’ve attempted to write it to make it worth the whole read.

The cast:

Me: ‘D’ 26YO at the time, athletic white guy, about six feet tall.

Her: ‘Kari’ about 50YO, white, petite and athletic/muscular, sandy blonde hair and about 5’5’ (with A/B-cup breasts).

The morning I left Kari’s house, she told me she’d keep my number. I wasn’t realistically expecting to hear from her again, as our respective lives could not have been more drastically different.

Music [F]est hot hookup

Just started posting to reddit recently after a breakup. The exploration, attention, and honesty have been fun and healing
So I guess I’ll share what I never told him or anyone before while we were dating…

Wife feeds husband own cum [fm] [creampie] [cumeating]

It all started when my wife and started to try and have a baby. Before then we always practiced the pull and shoot method of birth control. After the first time of filling her up with a load of cum I knew I was addicted. There was nothing like feeling her walls milk my cock dry… so I thought. It wasn’t a couple more sessions after when I really saw her perfect pussy with my cum seaping out. I was always into going down on her. I could spend hours between her legs and not have enough of her taste. I always tried to find new ways to eat her out. I ate her while having a dildo filling her ass, ate her ass while fucking her with a toy, every position possible, and my favorite of her sitting on my face and filling my mouth with that perfect taste. After seeing my cum leaked out of her I had my ultimate fantasy. I wanted, craved, obsessed over going down on her sloppy cum filled pussy. The only problem was after shooting my load that fantasy didn’t seem so erotic. I never told my wife about this desire… I figured she would be opposed.

My submissive babygirl took this Dom Daddy on a taboo pleasure trip and came 42 times including fisting, giant dildo, rough sex, double penetration with toys, electro stimulator, solo play, geyser-like squirt, bondage, facial with rimming and a naughty video to humiliate her Fetlife slave [Mf]

So Elizabeth and I after our adventure in New York (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eyklb8/a_wild_weekend_fulfilling_fantasies_with_my/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) went to a totally different location for our next trip: a small cabin with walls of glass perched above a spectacular remote beach in Northern California. It’s impossible to explain the intensity of what happened once the fireworks began. Elizabeth brought a little clicker to track her orgasms. We started our activities at 4pm on a Monday and when it was time to leave at 10 am Wednesday, the clicker read 42.

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Before I go into details, I must say that the time we weren’t fucking was as memorable than the time that we were. We are still getting to know each other and after going through some long distance challenges, we were both looking forward to this special place. The intensity of the natural beauty outside the cottage fed the intensity of what was happening inside the cottage. It helped that there was a huge hot tub built into the hillside below the house looking out over the enormous empty beach and the crashing Pacific. Every time we hit another sexual peak we would dashed out to the hot tub and recharge, listening to the wind and the waves and talking deeply about our lives.