She was on a waist height table in the middle of an open room and she was kneeling on all fours. It was in an old warehouse with block walls and hopper style windows—two of which were open—they were twenty feet above the floor and ran around the perimeter of the warm space. This area was partitioned off from the rest of the warehouse by a shoddily built wall of plywood, it was painted Machine Room Gray. There was a simple light in a tarnished base hanging from its power cord above her. The cord was not swagged, it was just pushed through a hole in the plaster ceiling that looked to be made by the repeated stabbing of a screwdriver in the hand of a workman with no concern for the quality of his workmanship. Ten years of cob webs billowed about it, the light socket and the cord that is. The heat generated by the incandescent bulb caused the ambient air to rise. This set up a convection current. This is what made the cob webs move. A little micro climate was going on above us. What else in life was there that we didn’t notice, that which physics was carrying on all the time. A pair of gentlemen were walking away from her—the woman on the table on all fours. The taller one had the auction literature that he got upon paying his admission fee rolled up in his hand and he was tapping it in the palm of his other hand. The shorter bull like gentleman had a bottle of soda in his hand. Everybody—it seemed, had something in their hand.
Weekend With The Neighbor
Daddy had to go out of town for the weekend. He made arrangements for me to stay with our neighbor, old Mr. Miller.
Mr. Miller was in his late 60s or early 70s; much older than Daddy. I used to call him, “Grandpa”, and sit on his lap, when I was younger. I stopped when he started looking at me differently over the years.
“Sarah, I packed your weekend bag. Go put on the outfit I laid out in your room. Put some pretty pink bows in your hair while you’re at it.”
“Yes, Daddy!”
Daddy always chose my clothes. I was caught by surprise when I saw his favorite outfit laying on the bed.
“Hurry it up, Sarah! I gotta go soon!”
I pushed my curiosity about the outfit aside, quickly dressed, and returned to my waiting Daddy.
Daddy quickly looked me over. I could tell he was pleased.
“Good girl. Now, I expect to get a good report from Mr. Miller when I return. He’s done a lot to help us over the years. You’re to do exactly as he says. Do you understand me?”
Izzy’s Fantasy: Working Hard [FM] [Fantasy]
Izzy got to school feeling anxious for her next fantasy. She was planning to go down to the trainers office and ask if he could help her with some stretches. From there she was gonna seduce him and they were gonna make sweet love. She had made sure to dress in tight clothing so that she could tease the trainer a little; she had on a tight red short sleeve shirt, making sure it was short enough to expose her belly button, and black nike yoga pants with her classic white Converse (with ankle socks so her ankles were exposed). She went about her usual boring day, writing down notes until her wrist hurt and sitting on her phone while her advisor talked about what they did in class. Finally it was 8th period, Izzy’s free period, and she drove home to freshen up. She made her way to the bathroom and kicked off her shoes and slipped her shirt over her head. She turned on the shower before stripping off the rest of her clothes until she was butt naked. As the shower heated up she took a good look at her upper body in the mirror: her biceps were thick but not toned, her arms were smooth, her breasts were a little small but that didn’t bother Izzy, under them was her flat stomach that was toned from years of sports though no abs were visible, and just barely visible was her hairy bush that surrounded her pussy. Izzy turned her attention back to the shower and felt the water with her small hand. It stung and she quickly pulled her hand.
“That’s way too hot”, she said to herself, adjusting the temperature just a little until it was perfect.
She stopped in and groaned as the warm water hit her skin, washing away the weight of the day. She turned around and let the water wet her back before she stood under the stream and got her hair soaking wet. She grabbed her Dove shampoo and squirted some in her hand and messaged it into her scalp. The grease and dirt was washed away as the stream of water cleared out the shampoo. Izzy then grabbed her Dove conditioner and repeated the process until her hair was wet and soft. After running her hands through it to get out any knots she grabbed her Dove body wash and squirted some into her palm. She started by applying it on her torso, taking an extra squirt and applying it to each of her breasts. Izzy let the water wash the soap off, leaving her skin softer than before. She spread some on her arms before she lifted her leg up on the side of the tub. The water kept washing body wash away as soon as she applied it. This forced her to turn her back to the water and use the skinny ledge at the back of the tub. She lifted her leg up and tried not to apply too much weight to it or she might slip. The water from the shower head was hitting her back and trickled between her asscheeks, creating a sensation like the water was tickling her pussy. Izzy enjoyed this as she applied her body wash to her already smooth legs. She set her left one down and lifted the right one onto the ledge. She did the same as she had to her other leg and turned around, letting the jet of warm water clean her off. Taking a final squirt of body wash, Izzy spread it on both of her asscheeks and let the water wash this off too. Finally her skin was soft and smooth as ever. And now it was time for the final round. She looked down at her bush and ran her small hand through it one last time as she took her razor from the shelf in the shower. She pointed the shower head down so that the water was spraying her pussy. She spread her legs and thrusted her hips into the air so she had a clear view of her pussy. The razor glided through her pubic hair until it was nothing but short black stubs, which were easily taken care of. As the final touch she applied some body wash to her now bald pussy and washed it off. She stepped out of the shower and onto the blue bathroom met that protected the floor from her wet body. Picking up her towel she dried herself off and carefully combed her hair. She applied deodorant to each of her bald armpits and sprayed herself with perfume as she finally finished. She grabbed her clothes and walked out of the bathroom, the cool air of her house offering relief from the steamy bathroom. Izzy walked into her room and tossed her clothes on her bed before slipping on her white ankle socks. She walked out of her room, still naked since she was home alone. She walked downstairs and walked into her kitchen, grabbing an apple and taking a bite out of it as she looked out the window. The trees surrounding the backside of her house offered tons of privacy from their neighbors. This gave Izzy an idea of what she wanted to try next, the woods were free of people and she was able to explore them without anyone seeing her. She saved that thought for later when she remembered her old neighbor that lived alone. His wife died tragically of cancer nearly 6 years ago and she remembers bringing him a card and a gift basket. He was always so nice to her, maybe a little too nice, wouldn’t hurt to pay him a visit. She finished her apple and tossed it in the trash before she stretched out on her couch. The cool fabric felt good against her naked body as she scrolled through her Instagram. After a few minutes Izzy realized it was time for her to leave. She went upstairs and got her clothes on before making her way out to her car. She drove right back to the school and parked in Senior Parking at the back near the Trainers office. The school looked empty but she knew their were a bunch of Juniors doing SAT Prep and some other students doing baseball so she knew the trainer was there. She got out of her car and walked casually towards the school, she got more anxious as she opened the door and walked inside. She walked past the vending machines as they hummed and the trophy case that was filled with baseball, football, basketball, soccer, field hockey and lacrosse trophies. She then walked past the mini gym, a tiny gym with a rock climbing wall and a glass wall on one side so you could see inside the hallway. Izzy looked at her reflection, her cute face staring back. Passing the doors to the gym she entered “sports wing”, as she called it. On her right were stars that led down to the locker room, in front of her to her left was a hallway that led to the weight room and in front of her was the trainers office. She walked in and knocked on the door frame. The trainer, a 27ish year old man with spiky hair named Patrick or Pat, looked up at her.
“Oh hey Izzy, come on in”, he said, his eyes quickly scanning her body.
Izzy walked in and sat down on a chair close to him.
“So what can I help you with?”, he asked.
“Well my legs have been pretty tight so I was hoping you could help stretch them out”, she replied.
“Uh sure, take off your shoes while I get the mat set up”, he told her.
Izzy slipped off each of her shoes as she watched him lay out a black yoga mat on the ground. She set her shoes down on the ground and laid down on the mat that was longer than her by about 3 inches. Pat grabbed one of her legs and pushed it to her chest, making Izzy groan as the muscle stretched. He relaxed the muscle before putting his hand on the back her thigh and stretching her leg farther. He held her leg in this position while he prodded the back of her thigh, Izzy enjoying his touch. He relaxed her leg and set it back down before he grabbed her other leg. He stretched this one out too, prodding the back of her thigh as usual. Izzy groaned again as he stretched her leg out again but his touch offered some relief to the pain. He relaxed her muscle and set her leg down.
“How does it feel now?”, Pat asked.
“A lot better but…”, she trailed off.
“But what?”, he asked.
“But I need to loosen something else up”, she said slowly, biting her lip when she finished.
“What is it that needs to be loosened?”, he asked.
From the sound of her voice and the anxious look on her face he knew what she wanted but he wanted to be sure.
“I think you know what it is”, Izzy said.
She spread her legs and softly rubbed her clit from through her yoga pants. Pat’s dick grew hard as he watched this cute girl rub her pussy for him.
“Izzy I don’t think this is right”, he said.
“Don’t worry about that, nobody is gonna know”, she said.
“Yeah screw it”, he said.
Pat grabbed her leg and slipped off her ankle sock and observed her small foot. He put her leg down and picked up her other one, slipping off her sock and stroking her foot. Izzy at him and watched as he reached for the waistband of her yoga pants. His fingers dipped under her pants and he slowly pulled them off. Her yoga pants were flipped inside out as he pulled them off her legs and tossed them with her shoes. Pat stared at Izzy’s well toned legs, slowly running his eyes up and down each leg. He recalls the many times he’s been distracted by her stunning legs when he first started this job 3 years ago. And from then he’s watched her grow even sexier than he could’ve imagined. And now her body was in his mercy. Pat ran his hand up Izzy’s leg and stroked her smooth thigh, squeezing caressing it. Izzy groaned when thumb brushed against her pussy from through her panties.
“Quit teasing me Pat and just get on with it”, she said.
“Oh right sorry”, he said nervously.
He was still worried about how much trouble he was going to be in if he was caught. But he pushed that through out of his head, not wanting to ruin this moment for himself. He dipped his his fingers beneath her red lace panties and slid them off. Pat’s eyes light up and his dick grew even harder as he looked at her bald pink pussy that was soaking wet. He ran his hand down her navel and stroked the skin above her clit. Izzy groaned as he felt the sensitive skin, the same feeling guys would get once they shave.
“Did you shave for me?”, he asked as he felt the small pricks of freshly shaved hair.
“Yeah I did”, she said.
“Wow”, Pat replied, amazed that a girl that he’s been drooling over for the past 3 years shaved just for him. He pushed her legs apart and got down on his knees.
“Time to loosen you up Izzy”, he said as he bent down and spread her lips.
Izzy tensed up and moaned as his tongue touched her sex and started eating her out with a Lustful hunger.
“mmmm yess”, she moaned as pleasure rippled through her body.
She wrapped her legs around his head and pushed his head down into her crotch. Pat gripped her thighs as his head was pushed down. He kept tasting her pussy juices, knowing that he would never taste anything like it for a long time. His tongue teased her sensitive clit, making more moans erupt from Izzy.
“Don’t stop”, she moaned as she grew closer to climaxing.
Pat ate her out harder, not wanting to disappoint her. He could feel her legs tighten up around his head as she neared her orgasm. Her moans grew more high pitched and her small hands clenched into fists. She tensed up and let out a hoarse moan as pleasure exploded through her body and made it impossible for her to think straight. Her muscles had tensed up as she orgasmed, leaving Pat crushed between her legs as she squirted into his face. Though Pat liked the thought of having a young girl like Izzy wrap her legs around his head, it wasn’t as good in practice. Izzy’s muscles relaxed and she unwrapped her legs from his head. Pat wiped her juices from his lips and looked at Izzy. She was still laid out on the yoga mat with her skin glistening with sweat as she breathed heavily. He watched her breasts as they rose and fell, making his dick rock hard. He crawled over to her and got on his knees next to her. Izzy turned and smiled and put her small hand on his thigh and slowly slid it to his crotch. But Pat didn’t want this, he took her hand and put it back on the ground. She looked confused until he scooted closer and grabbed the hem of her small red shirt and started to lift it over her head. Izzy got up and got on her knees and lifted her arms over her head, letting Pat slip it off and toss it aside. He reached behind her back and found the clip top her bra. After fumbling with it for a few seconds he finally managed to unclip it and slip it off her shoulders and put it down. Izzy smiled as he stared her youthful breasts. Her nipples were hard and sensitive from the sexual she had enjoyed moments before. Pat cupped the firm mounds, making her groan softly.
“Do you like them?”, she asked.
“Yeah I do, I love girls with small tits”, Pat said.
His thumb brushed against Izzy’s taut nipple, sending pleasure through her body and making her groan. He smiled and bent down and took her breast in his mouth. Groans erupted from her mouth as he sucked her nipple like a baby drinking milk from its mother’s breast. His tongue rolled around her nipple while his other hand fondled her other breast. Pat took her breast out of his, her nipple dripping with his saliva, and he stood up. Izzy scooted to his crotch so his bulge was directly in front of her face. Pat watched as she dropped his shorts and dipped her hands beneath his underwear. His dick flopped out and danced in the cool air of the room as Izzy looked at it. She stroked it with her soft hand, making him groan with pleasure. Her hand jerked him off a little before sliding it into her mouth. He groaned more as her tongue coated his dick with her saliva. Pleasure rippled through him as she started sucking on his dick, it was clear that this young girl had experience in this category. As pleasure slowly took over his senses he recalled the time Izzy won a Lacrosse game for them, sending them to the playoffs, and the erotic scene that followed. But he couldn’t think any more as that very same girl was sucking his dick right now. Pat groaned as he experienced something other guys can only dream of. Izzy fondled his balls with one hand and clutched his dick with the other. She kept sucking and he felt himself getting closer to an orgasm.
“Faster Izzy”, he groaned.
She listened and sucked on his dick quicker and incorporated some more of her tongue to tease his tip. Sperm threatened to shoot out of his dick as the pleasure grew too great. His legs buckled as he had the greatest orgasm he’s ever had. He nearly moaned as pleasure exploded through his body, his dick squirting his load into Izzy’s cute face. She smiled and swallowed his cum and licked the rest of his dick clean.
“Oh God that was amazing”, he sighed, leaning on the examination table behind him.
“Oh you aren’t finished big boy”, Izzy said.
Pat watched as she laid down on the yoga mat and spread her legs. He walked over to her and got down on his hands and knees and they arranged themselves into an eagle position with Pat looking down at Izzy’s face.
“You ready?”, he asked.
“I am soo ready”, she replied.
Pat looked down at his dick and guided it into her pussy. She looked up at him with her stunning blue eyes and he watched her softly moan as he thrusted into her. It was slowly at first but it felt amazing and he knew it would feel even better if he were pounding her young pussy so he picked up speed. A groan escaped his lips as her wet, tight pussy walls squeezed his dick.
“Oh Pat”, Izzy moaned as he started to get into a rhythm.
Her breasts shook as he thrusted and they were truly a sight to behold. Izzy on the other hand was beholding things of her own. Watching his dick disappear into her pussy was enough to make orgasm, not to mention the waves of pleasure that rolled into her body. She put her hands on his smooth thighs and stroked them with her small hands. She moaned again and could see colors start to dance behind her eyes.
“Don’t stop”, she moaned loudly, her voice becoming more high pitched as she got closer to climaxing.
Pat thrusted harder into her, his whole dick disappearing into her pussy.
Izzy moaned and thrusted her hips into the air causing his dick to get farther into her and send more pleasure rippling through her body. She tensed herself up and prepared for the onslaught of pleasure. Pat kept thrusting and listening to her moans grow more hoarse. And then he felt her pussy walls tighten, her fingernails dig into his thigh and her eyes widen as she moaned and convulsed with pleasure. Her juices squirted all over his dick as pleasure roared through her body. Pat watched this amazing spectacle unfold in front of him. Izzy sighed and relaxed as it was over, looking up at him and giving him a cute smile. But it quickly changed into a moan as he started thrusting hard into her again. She kept stroking his thighs and groaning in pain as her pussy became sore from his thrusts. But Pat wasn’t worried about that, he was worried about the cum that was building up in his dick. He used all his energy and thrusted faster to get to his orgasm. Then he felt a barrier break, the pleasure seemed right in reach and he kept thrusting. But before he could cum in her he pulled out and jerked his dick. Izzy’s gorgeous blue eyes staring up at him, not breaking eye contact. Pat groaned as pleasure exploded through his body and he shot sperm all over her. He sighed and rolled onto his back next to Izzy as his dick became flaccid again. Izzy sighed with satisfaction and licked some of his cum off her face and wiped the rest off with a towel. She rolled over to him and rested her head on his chest and put her leg on his waist. Pat smiled at her and slid his hand to the curve of her ass, squeezing her athletic ass. Izzy put her hand on his chest and closed her eyes, listening to his heartbeat and enjoying his touch. After the whole thing was over and she got her clothes back on she made her way back to her car. Driving home that night she thought more about what kind of fantasies she wanted to explore. Izzy smiled to herself and kept driving.
The Submissive Professor (27)
I scream in pain and my legs give away. Mistress Christy prevents me from collapsing on the ground. I am paralyzed from the pain and afraid. The violence of my Dominatrixes has just reached the point of no return. I have an epiphany in which I realize what I am: a toy. There is no consideration for my feelings at this juncture. Is it the alcohol flowing or the communicative sadism that fuels them tonight? Their excitement seems to grow with my pain threshold.
This evening will be long and painful and I really dread what activities my dominant Mistresses will invent, as the notion of limits seemed non-existent tonight. Nadine leans towards me and says, “So my little bitch your balls hurt, huh? She explodes with laughter before pulling a ballot.
“Hmmmm interesting, pity I wasn’t the one to whip him! The next ballot is …… 10 minutes of sodomy! I choose Christy!” “I get to choose which accessory I will use on him?” Responds the interested party. “Of course … Chloe, show her your collection please. I’m sure you have the perfect strapon dildo to fuck our whore with..” “Hmmm I think I know which one Christy will choose.”
the girl auction
She was on a waist height table in the middle of a large room kneeling on all fours. It was in an old warehouse with block walls and hopper style windows twenty feet high running around the perimeter. The auction area was partitioned off by a wall of plywood that was painted Machine Room Gray. There was a simple light in a tarnished brass base hanging from it’s power supply cord above her. Fifty years of cob webs billowed from it. The heat generated by the incandescent bulb caused the air around it to rise. This set up a convection current. This is was made the cob webs move. A little micro climate was going on above us. What else in life didn’t we notice that physics was carrying on all the time. A pair of gentlemen were walking away from her. The taller one had the auction literature rolled up in his hand and was tapping it in the palm of his other hand. The shorter bull like gentleman had a bottle of soda in his hand. Everybody it seemed had something in their hand.
Looking for Writer to Invest In ($300/month baseline)
**You**
You are a talented erotica writer who specializes in realism and has the bandwidth and discipline to handle large scope (10-20k words) which necessitate regular updates. Ideally you’d also enjoy fetishes such as blackmail, forced exhibitionism, humiliation, depravity, etc, portrayed in a plausible/realistic manner (e.g. [https://www.literotica.com/s/mom-gets-strip-searched](https://www.literotica.com/s/mom-gets-strip-searched)), or at least know how to portray those fetishes in a natural (not comic-book-style) light.
**My Background**
I’m an erotica writer who has had commercial success collaborating with 3dcg artists ([https://www.patreon.com/johnAndRich](https://www.patreon.com/johnAndRich)), and personally written popular erotica within the fetish/niche described above ([https://www.deviantart.com/johncbb/gallery/](https://www.deviantart.com/johncbb/gallery/)). This niche is a nascent market within the adult community and early signs with current projects show that there is much success to be had all around (especially when translated into adult games / visual novels). For quite selfish reasons, I wish there were more of the kind of content linked above, and thus am opening this proposal to find new creators to widen the breath and depth of the genre.
**Proposal**
You’ll receive a baseline and recurring revenue of $300/month. I will also act as a consultant/creative-director and will help you get a Patreon page setup, distribute your work, aid with translations, writing, and story prompts if need be, etc. In a sense, I’ll be playing the role of a producer/investor.
[MF] [Update] I had amazing, rough sex the other night, but I’m conflicted. I was his booty call last night
So a few of you might have read my post from last night, which you can find [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/b76tkm/i_had_amazing_rough_sex_the_other_night_but_im/) The gist of it was that I had amazing, rough sex with a guy that I think is a huge asshole, and I was conflicted about it.
Well, as luck would have it, he texted me soon after I posted it. He asked me what I was doing. When I told him I was just hanging out watching TV he told me to send him a pic. I sent him a selfie of me under my blanket. “That’s not what I meant.” I debated for a bit, and then sent him a pic of me topless. He asked if he could come over. I debated and told him I wasn’t sure that it was a good idea. He asked why? I was honest and pretty much told him what I had said in my last post. That he’s not the type of person I’d normally hang out with. That I had never had someone be rough with me like that and I was a bit conflicted about it. He told me to be honest and ask if I liked the sex. I said yes. “Be honest. Even though it was rough, you liked it, didn’t you? You got off?” I admitted that yes, I had. “So what’s the problem? We can separate our social lives and sex. I think there’s a girl inside you that liked me using you like that. You liked it, I liked it, let’s have fun.” I debated it for a bit. He was right, and some of you last night had said that it doesn’t matter if he’s an asshole if the sex was good and he didn’t do anything I told him not to. It was a good point. About 10 minutes later he texted me a question mark. I reluctantly told him to come over. “Good girl.”
I danced 20[F] with a goddess and seduced an exotic man for some very sensual fun.
So the next development in my curious little sex life has unfolded. I’m very excited to share because I LOVED your feedback from my [last story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/azt66b/hottest_tinder_date_ive_20f_ever_had/?st=JTTMD7PF&sh=22c5c1ef).
**BUCKLE UP FOR: Dancing on and seducing a sexy guy in a club, a cheeky little triad involving the hottest lady I’ve ever laid eyes on, and some raw, steamy, verrry anticipated sex between me and my date (after all that buildup). Enjoy x**
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I’ve made some new friends at a party recently, and they’re really on my level. Our favourite activity recently is to pay an all-night visit to a very quirky bar and dance floor we’ve stumbled across in the city. There they play deep, thumping, high-energy jungle music that keeps us on our toes with drinks in our hands for hours on end.
If you meet me, you’ll know very quickly that dancing is one of my favourite ways to release. I would consider my style very upbeat, animated and very sensual, and I love the shared heat between people on the dance floor.
I want to write erotica for you…
Hi there,
I’m an avid writer and love to write about new ideas presented by you! If you have an idea you’d like written, please PM me and tell me some details about what you’re hoping I’ll write about for you and why… give me as much detail as you can so that I write it catered specifically to your tastes and desires.
I’m fully capable of writing in 1st or 3rd person so tell me what you’d prefer in that regard too!
I look forward to hearing from you.
I had some [F]un in Europe [Part 3]
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b3jdvv/i_had_some_fun_in_europe_part_1/)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b4qtl3/i_had_some_fun_in_europe_part_2/)
I didn’t plan on having a stop in England on my trip this time around but I would have had a connecting flight there anyway so I decided to just stay for a day. I was on a roll and wasn’t about to start spending my nights alone just yet. Clubbing in the middle of the week wasn’t really an option so I decided to just hit a couple bars and see if anyone caught my eye. I had a lace body suit that I had been dying for someone to go down on me with and use their teeth to rip the buttons open and pulled a shiny pair of black pants that tightly wrapped around my ass and thighs, leaving nothing left to the imagination. I decided to forgo my bra that night, the lace hid my nipples well enough and as anyone who has seen my tits can attest to, they don’t need much help looking perky. I thanked myself for bringing my black leather jacket to finish off my look and began my search for my next fuck.