Goodbye, Mr. Nice Guy (Pt. I) [MF]

It’s been 14 years since this happened, so my memory might be a bit rusty and some events might have been amalgaminated, but I like this story too much to not tell it, so here it is.

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I’ve been raised pretty sheltered and was always more of a Nice Guy™. That wasn’t to say I was totally unsuccessful with women since I’ve never been bad looking and did have some talents (playing the piano worked remarkably well with girls back then), but it was that I always put in a lot of love and effort into my relationships and the more I gave, the more I seemed to push girls away — all the while the girls I talked to complained about the mean guys in their lifes but never could emotionally get past them. I could never quite get my head around this.

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But this was the time in my life where I got into contact with some concepts like TRP and the Mystery Method and suddenly a whole lot of things started to make sense in my head. Especially the epiphany about how teasing and holding back builds way more attraction than just plain giving a woman what she says she wants. Read more »

My Landlord’s daughter. Part 3 [FF]

This story is a prequel to part 1 of this series. It’s about how this girl and I first met and how she became my slut. I hope you enjoy it.

In March 2011 , at age 27 (almost 28) I moved to the city of Nagpur, India. I rented a small but nice 2 bedroom flat which would be my home for the next 11 months. My landlord was a rich middle aged man who owned several flats in that building. I had rented the one directly above their home.

The day I moved in , the guy his wife and their teenage daughter came to greet me. They were really nice and told me if I had any troubles with the flat I should come to them , and to make myself comfortable. I nodded and replied politely as they spoke but what really held my interest was their young daughter. She was slim petite , had a beautiful face and the most innocent eyes. She was dressed modestly in a *Salwaar Kameez* – a traditional Indian outfit.

She introduced herself, told me her name (let’s call her S) and that she was attendind college. After exchanging a few more pleasantries , they all left. Read more »

RAOMD [Success] [MF] Part 3.5 – A December to Remember. Album inside.

Happy New Year Redditors!

If you’ve been following our stories, this is the culmination of all of them.  You can find part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a6azu2/raomd_success_mf/?st=JQGCZ4S2&sh=90a9d469) , which is my personal favorite, part 2 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a6gcxr/raomd_success_mf_part_2_finding_our_kinks/?st=JQGD0340&sh=4fcdda5e) , and part 3 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aacob7/raomd_success_mf_part_3_the_christmas_party_that/?st=JQGD131G&sh=02dc827b) . Part 3.5 is the story of the originally planned Christmas party that we thought we had to cancel, then rescheduled, then were actually able to make happen.  

This will be the last of the RAOMD Success stories because, well…it’s turned into a regular thing.  This story and the last, just so happened to take place within 2 days of each other and that week we saw each other almost every day.  I told “Kelli” that we’d had more sex in that week than I’d had in the last six months, if not the entire year.  She agreed and neither of us were complaining about the accomplishment. Read more »

Instagram Famous: Part 1 [Mdom] [fsub] [orgasm conditioning] [orgasm denial]

You were working it and you were determined to become an Instagram star. You had seen other girls and done the research. You know what follower levels you needed and the techniques to use. Your followers were rising and engaged. It was going to happen. You’d already gotten a few product placement requests. Nothing that made much money mind you but you knew it was only a matter of time. You had enough savings for a year or so, and you knew you could make it.

You tried to imagine what it would be like to have a six figure income from just documenting your life and occasionally wearing skimpy clothing in the right shots. It didn’t even seem like it was going to be that hard for you! 

But it was still taking time. More time than you wanted. So when a follower sent you a message asking if you had a “premium snap chat” you thought about it and did some research, then decided against it. It just wasn’t you; doing nudes for money…or sex acts. But then a follower messaged you and was more direct, naming his price up-front. It was a lot of money. It wasn’t the money you were going to be making from your following in a year, but it was enough to get you buy. Read more »

Hooked up with my ex over the holidays.. oops! [FM]

Hiii! Ok, so after my last [post]( https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a79ueq/i_broke_my_own_rule_fm/?st=JQG9S4GZ&sh=6e104936) and all the love and messages you guys sent me I decided to post this hook up I had a couple days ago. I want to apologize if it’s kind of long, I really tried to go back and take out any unnecessary details haha. Hope you enjoy!???

So my ex boyfriend, William, and I were both back in our hometown for the holidays and just for a bit of history: We broke up maybe about a year and a half ago? A little more? It was kind of a bad break up. He was a bit overbearing and always jealous whenever I was around other guys. That wasn’t the only reason we broke up, but it definitely contributed to the fighting. We had a few close mutual friends, so after we broke up it was kind of hard to avoid each other. We eventually became civil again, and I guess you could say we were friendly. We’d never hang out or text or anything, but if we ran into each other, etc it wouldn’t be too awkward. Read more »

First time, go easy on me, but criticism is welcome. Contains many of my personal fetishes.

I was laying on an inclined table in a drafty room, I had one thought on my mind: escape. My hands and feet were bound to the edges for the table, my body bare for anyone to see. My legs were spread open and my large breasts had shifted to either side, my now-hard nipples pointed mostly away from each other. I shared the room with one other person, and he was fitting a large vibrating object between my legs. I was quickly dripping at the sensation. My body quivered as he slid the object inch by inch deeper into me. The object found its home in the deepest parts of me, making me moan when it finally slid into place. It filled me well. I pulled at the silken entrapments at my wrists and ankles, to no avail. My body writhed from the vibration as I again struggled at the silk, a dull ache setting into my wrists. I thought again: escape! Read more »

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Categorized as Erotica

Rebellion (Part 2) [Father], [Rough Oral], [Fingering], [Cunnilingus], [Virgin], [Control], [Restrained], [Consenting],

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/abt4f5/rebellion_part_1_teachers_oral_dubious_consent/)

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He stepped closer to me and I pulled away, “What are you doing?” I asked as I looked up at him.

“You are going to apologize. If I have to make you do it myself, I will,” he spat at me as he grabbed my jaw and pulled me to him.

I tightly closed my lips and tried to turn away from him, he leaned down and whispered to me, “Your mom was pregnant with you when I met her. I took you both in, raised you as my own to keep her looking like an honorable woman…I paid for you to go to this school when I didn’t have to. I put opportunity after opportunity in your lap so you wouldn’t end up a little cum slut like your mother, and now look at you.”

He pushed me away from himself and I fell to the ground on my back, hands pinned under me. He sat just above my head, his legs on either side of my face and pushed his cock against my lips. I still tried to hold them tightly closed and he reached down and groped my breast, pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I winced as it hurt just a little bit and he took the opportunity to put his fingers in my mouth to pry my jaw open then shoved his cock in my mouth and down my throat. Read more »

I [F] got an erotic massage from my longtime masseuse [F]

This is my first story here, might ramble a bit but thought it was too good not to share…

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This just happened a few days ago.

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I’ve (F 42) been seeing my massage therapist (F 28ish?) for almost 3 years. The first time I met her, I was immediately attracted to her…not really in a sexual, lustful way, but more of a “wow, what a cool, confident, interesting girl. She’s a little alternative, hippieish, changes up her hair color often, but always really put together – I was immediately envious and smitten by her whole vibe. Our fist 3 sessions were at a larger chain massage company, they were all pretty standard clinical massages, she was was cool to talk to, did a great job on my legs and I felt comfortable with her – so when she told me she was leaving to start her own studio I didn’t hesitate to follow her.

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The first thing that jumped out to me when I started going to her new office was what she would wear for the sessions. From the conservative uniform to a tank top with no bra and yoga shorts…I immediately went from, “She’s a super cool chick who does a great job on my calves” to “holy shit, this girl is making me have feelings I’m not sure how to process.” Read more »

My [F] plaything [M]

You knew from the moment that I said I wanted to use the cuffs on you again that I was planning something interesting.

And I wanted you to be nervous. I wanted to get under your skin. I wanted you to be thinking. . . at every moment. . . about what I might do. How far would you go to please me?

I started early in the morning – teasing – taunting you. I showed you some gifs of my tits clamped and jiggling. Of me deep throating a fake dick. I wanted you to want me. To think about me. To be crazy with desire.

Since I know you, it wasn’t hard to add to the torment. When I was out shopping, I sent you a picture of the duct tape. All of the beautiful colors. You thought it was ribbon. You had no idea what I planned to do with it.

I went on a tirade about the issue of not having grey panty hose. How was I supposed to achieve my ultimate aesthetic? I wanted something very particular. It confounded you – my rant about the panty hose. And that’s what I wanted. Read more »

Cute little sissy slut needs to be abused and punished

A redditor contacted me on Kik because he liked hearing about my Christmas fun, told me he liked my ‘story’ (although every word was true) and asked me if I have written anything else.. I was reminded of these emails I wrote to a guy I met on Craigslist.. this first part is 100% true (I would do this regularly at my old apartment building) after he joins in the writing, the rest is just fantasy.. albeit a fantasy I would love to come true.. I’m just posting it because I don’t have time to catch you up about my current sex life ? hope you enjoy..

I am a cute, skinny little sissy, with a secret wardrobe of the tiniest, sluttiest, little skirts, mini-dresses, panties (G-Strings/thongs), stockings, bras and of course killer high heels. I am also a bit of a night owl, and being dressed like a half-naked slut in a place where I could get caught, really turns me on.

At night, 3 or 4 am usually, I will get dressed up in my most ridiculously slutty outfit and walk out into the communal landing of my apartment building, there are 4 apartments on my floor. There is a fire-escape balcony bit where people will sometimes go out to smoke, part of it is lit and part of it is quite dark and secluded. Read more »