The Water Torture [M4F][helplessness][exposure][voyeurism]

He watched them strap her, blindfolded, to the table.

In the black room. In the silence.

The only light must have been a deliberate effect, a reflection, because blue ripples like water shimmered in the room. It made the entirety of the atmosphere feel fluid. Both comforting and unsettled.

They had removed her robe before laying her down in nakedness. Two attendants spread her legs wide, then back, and strapped them into black armatures. Her beautiful, shaved pussy unveiled itself like a tender orchid. Her clit ran smooth before flaring into sculpted lips. Those lips were already flaring and eager.

From somewhere above, the first drop of water fell.

It sparkled for a moment like diamond as it plummeted, then splashed onto her clit.

She gasped and slightly convulsed.

A couple of seconds later, another diamond. Another convulsion.

Her face crinkled with concern. Did she like this sensation? The covering on her eyes robbed her of any chance of preparation. The next drop hit, and she swallowed nervously. She turned her head from side to side. Another drop hit, and she bucked, but the restraints offered her no real shifting or avoidance. Read more »

I got so horny writing GoneWildStories last night that I invited a guy over [FM]

Just a quick update, not a full story (since I’m at work). Normally I’d want to give you guys all the juicy details, but its a busy Monday and I know you would prefer to get a short story rather than nothing.

Last night as I finished writing about Amber ([my first story about sexting with her is here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a9ns9b/sexting_with_amber_my_hot_lesbian_tinder_match_ff/)), I was going so crazy that all I could think of was getting some, and I didn’t feel like waiting.

Michael (the married guy I’ve been with from Tinder) was busy with family, so I kept chatting with a few others guys on Tinder and Bumble.

Predictably, more than a few were open to coming over, and I went with Tom, and 30-year-old bartender with blond hair, a fit body, and (as he willingly showed me) a seven-inch perfectly-straight cock.

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It was pretty normal to be honest. He swung by about 15 minutes after I gave him my address, and it was awkward for a few minutes until we started kissing over two beers.

I took him into my bedroom and he undressed me, then undressed himself. Read more »

His gratitude this morning melted my heart and made me want him all over again. [MF]

It’s like I become a new woman when I’m high. So full of life, so free of inhibitions. Not that my partner ever leaves me feeling self conscious. He makes me feel sexy, desired. My attraction to him is unwavering. Though we’ve been together for years, he still stops my breath whenever he walks into a room. His voice makes me melt into a puddle. I could stare at nothing but his his smile for eternity and be happy.

So after I hit our pipe and feel my mind and body fully relax, it’s like every sensation becomes amplified. The hair all over my body stands end. Colors become brighter, sounds become lighter and my partner, he becomes intoxicating. It’s like I become drawn to him in ways I couldn’t even explain. I suddenly want his body pressed against mine, his lips caressing my skin, his scent swarming around me. The lust for him grows by the second until I am overcome and feel myself ravage his body. Read more »

I[f] sucked a friend’s[m] cock while my husband fucked his wife.

My husband has already written his side to our stories on Reddit, but I figured it would give my point of view.

So me and my husband have a mutual friend couple, Jane and Mark. Over the last month or so, we have met up with them several times to have dinner, drinks and explore each other.

The dynamic has changed a little over time, as Mark has a submissive tendency that borders on cuckolding. One of the leading reasons to this relationship is that my husband’s cock is much bigger than Mark’s. Almost twice as big.

So here is my recollection of my favorite night we have spent together.

Around mid December, we had already met with Jane and Mark a couple of times so we were looking forward to another night of fun.

After dinner and a few drinks, things quickly escalated when Jane started coming on to my husband. We have a large corner couch, with me and Mark sitting on one end, and my husband next to Jane at the other end.

We watched Jane getting closer, putting her hands on my husband’s lap, and finally they started making out. I am very confident in our relationship, so I enjoyed watching another woman begin seduced by my husband. Read more »

[mf] Blackmail slut comes back for more

Last post detailed the first time I had played with this particular girl. She really enjoyed herself, so it wasn’t long before I found another message from her. We’ve since played another two times, and she keeps coming back for more abuse, degradation, and blackmail. We’ll discuss the third session we had in this post.

This session started slow. We began by discussing a new toy she had purchased since we had last chatted – a ring gag, with a cock attached to the front. While wearing the gag, she would be forced to constantly have a simulated cock in her mouth. A good addition, since last time I forced her to choke, gag, and drool all over her chest with her dildo…

First tasks were simple. Write on her thighs. One thigh now reads ‘sir’s property’s. The other, ‘asian for breeding’.

Then, she began fucking herself for me. Starting with the smaller dildo, not allowed to warm up, or lube the dildo in any way, she forced it into her cunt. Over and over again, while I described exactly what pictures I was going to send to her boss. She’s such a little slut when talking about other people seeing her naked… she’ll do anything. Read more »

Make Me!- Anticipation is the strongest aphrodisiac. [female][masturbation][exhibitionism]

“I’m such a whore!”

 

Those whispered words floated effortlessly from her lips, without thought. Her fingers trembled, as she slipped a key and memory card between some freshly written on sheets of paper. Fighting to avoid given it a second thought, she licked the envelope, pulled the flap open and with a final push deposited it into her mailbox.

 

For a feeble moment, uncertainty crept in and she began to have thoughts of reversing her actions and rescuing the envelope. As her heart hammered like mad, as if attempting to escape her chest, while her stiletto-clad feet floated an inch above the ground, she managed to steel her resolve and pushed the mailbox’s flap closed and raised its red flag.

 

With a steadfast mind, she became aware that other hand had been improperly clutched between her legs the whole time. Though it was late in the evening and street appeared deserted, the thought that she could have been caught, standing under a dim street light, publicly disgracing herself filled her with a mixture of emotions; dreed, panic, embarrassment, but mostly a shivers of excitement and lustful horniness. Anyone of her neighbors only had to glance outside their window to catch a glimce of her depravity. Too afraid to take a look around to see if anybody had noticed her moment of weakness, she simply lowered her gaze, as if that would be enough to obscure her identity from prying neighbors’ eyes. Read more »

[MF] Sex is a great remedy for the common cold

Last week, I shared the story of how I lost my virginity, and since it was fun to write and I received some nice comments, I’ve decided to share another story (with the same girl, since she’s the only person I’ve been with). This one is a bit more mundane, so it won’t be as popular as my previous story, but whatever, I hope it will be as fun to write.

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To recap, I was 30 years old, 6 feet tall, and slim. She was 24, almost my height, with long legs, an ass with just the right amount of presence, and small tits. This story takes place a couple months after losing my virginity to her.

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I had decided to rest in bed since the previous evening I had started coming down with a cold. I didn’t feel too sick, just a bit run down, and since it was a day off that day, I was just taking it easy. Around noon, she sent me a message asking how I was feeling. She had warned me earlier that she had started feeling a little ill after the last time we had had sex earlier in the week, so I had let her know that I was starting to feel sick as well. Read more »

The Start Of Something New [Str8]

Hey! This is my first time here. Found this sub looking for a place to share something I wrote recently. The piece isn’t complete in the sense that it doesn’t have a proper ending, but here goes nothing. Feedback appreciated :)

Our friends retreat away after an afternoon rendezvous into the warm, cozy insides of their own respective homes that lie scattered across town as if somebody with barely mediocre motor skills decided to print a map upon their dartboard. I stand across him, ready to call an Uber, but somehow repelled by the concept of tearing myself away from his intellectual company. I wonder if he confronts my same dilemma: a phone screen asking for the touch of a human hand over the pixels that say “Book Cab” and shivering toes craving the blankets that lie at home, up against a restless gaze aching to shift towards his wondering if warmth may be found somewhere closer. Read more »

[MF] World Cup fun with the Red head.

This is another LOOOONG one, but is worth the read. But I would write that wouldn’t I…

The Red Head and I had been on a few dates since our first one (see post history), but only during the day for boozy pub lunches round the corner from her work. We were getting along famously – and I liked her more and more each time, and wanted her more and more each time too. We shared the occasional snog, especially near her work where she seemed simultaneously thrilled and terrified to be in my arms near her work colleagues.

One Sunday during the world cup (football), after England had successfully navigated a match, we met up at a pub near Kings Cross – it was on my way to my military digs, and she was there with a friend. We’d been texting throughout the match, and she was keen to stay out and have a drink with me before heading home.

It was another sweltering day as I left the Tube and walked into Kings Cross Square. In front of me, as I approached the road, was a girl in tight high-waisted jeans smoking a rollie – I stared at her peachy arse for a few moments before my eyes raked up her body, take in her red hair and half silhouette, and realised with a start that it was her. Read more »

[FM] The rendezvous turned out to be so much better (Infidelity)

I’d be lying if I said I never thought I’d do something like this. I mean, I’ve done it before. I’ve flown away and met up with a guy I knew just to fuck him, while I was in a relationship as a young 20-something. I fucked a guy in a car when I was waiting in line for tickets once, while I was dating someone else. But now, I’m married. I’m responsible. I’m not twenty any more. I’m not *supposed* to do this kind of thing.

But I did. And I am. And I love it.

Brock is so smart and sexy. His eyes are lovely. He tries to be a pretty serious man. Doesn’t like to show his hand, as they say. It’s quite a contrast to my apparent impulsiveness. I’m pretty sure my seemingly care-free attitude makes him a little nervous because he’s having an affair too. Married and not leaving his wife. Just like me, married and not leaving my husband. Read more »