White House Secrets

Hello, this is my first attempt at this kind of thing. Please give honest feedback. Sorry for any formatting errors or any grammar/spelling errors I might have missed. Thanks and enjoy.

Edit: I see maybe this is a bit long compared to other stories on here. Maybe I should break it up into a few parts? Any suggestions on this also welcome.
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White House Secrets

Donald sat quietly at his desk in the Oval Office, feverishly penning the last words of his final Executive Order of the day. It was merely a budget allocation for White House renovations, though Donald imagined he was signing an order to send his former attorney Michael Cohen to Iran on a “peacekeeping mission.” Just a fantasy, sadly, though he vowed to himself he’d one day have his revenge. Frustrated and tired from a long day of dealing with more fake news maligning his character, Donald put his favorite black pen down, placed his head into his hands, inhaled deeply, and slowly exhaled. Read more »

[M]y Best Friend’s Wi[f]e Pt. 2 – His Side

[Part 1 – His Side](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a5pz7r/my_best_friends_wife_part_1/)

[Part 1 – Her Side](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a6lyhs/my_best_friends_wife_part_15/)

**This is Part 2 – His Side**

[Part 2 – Her Side](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aa7xfz/my_best_friends_wife_pt_2_her_side/)

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**The Aftermath**

After the events with Jordan that Saturday night, I was feeling pretty strange and I think she was, too. She and Dominic had suspended their poly lifestyle and Jordan had violated that with what she did with me. So as I was driving back home Sunday morning Jordan texted me.

*”I am going to tell Dominic. Tonight if I get the courage”*

This was the moment. A voice inside screamed at me to betray Dominic, to tell Jordan not to tell him. I knew if I did that to save my ass, it would put Jordan in a terrible position and it wouldn’t be ethical poly. She might lie for me but she’d feel terrible, and if it ever got out, Dominic would hate me. I breathed in and out and texted back.

>Okay

*”I feel like I need to come clean… and half of me is upset I didn’t just take full advantage of the situation.”*

>lol yeah

*”I didn’t realize I was that touch hungry.”* Read more »

[M]y Best Friend’s Wi[f]e Pt. 2 — Her Side

[Part 1 – His Side](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a5pz7r/my_best_friends_wife_part_1/)

[Part 1 – Her Side](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a6lyhs/my_best_friends_wife_part_15/)

[Part 2 – His Side](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aa7y1v/my_best_friends_wife_pt_2_his_side/)

**This is Part 2 – Her Side**

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I’d never let my desires overrule my brain before. I’ve always been a logical person. Something about Jordan and my circumstances predisposed me for making bad decisions. The next day, I knew I had to tell Dominic. I knew in my heart that this was going to be a tipping point in our relationship. I let Jordan know I would be telling him. It was the least I could do. I mean, Dominic was sure to rip him a new one too. I procrastinated until that evening and waited until we were in the car on the way home from a movie so I wouldn’t have to look at his face head on. He said surprisingly little… at first. Over the next few weeks I took the brunt of all his feelings. Jordan, being the saint he is, listened to me vent and cry and stress over my relationship. Dominic and I entered marriage counseling and began to heal. Nearly a month later, we’re feeling more positive about our relationship and decide to open our marriage up again, because that’s who we are. Read more »

My first one night stand as requested [F]

After many requests from some of you that read my [Christmas Eve story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a9ne44/i_f_spent_christmas_eve_with_someones_married_man/) I have buckled under the pressure the write another account from my past. My first one night stand.

I had just turned 18, the legal drinking age in the UK, with my I.D, clutch bag and credit card in hand I headed into town for my first legal night out.

I remember just how innocent and naive I was, wearing [jeans and a blue top](https://imgur.com/a/GWvfp7b) I hit the club. Don’t get me wrong I had drunk before, I’ve been drinking since I was 13 but clubs are different, it’s a wasteland of men on the prowl and women sticking in groups. It’s literally like the Savannahs of Africa.

I wasn’t going alone, my school friends Emma and Chloe would be at my side. Long story short it was an uneventful night of dancing, drinking and the occasional badly taken picture from inside the club restroom. Read more »

Old Friends-Pt 10: The Sense of Control [Ff], [manipulated participation], [light sadism], [compliant but non-consenting]

Alex was kneeling next to me, his lips pressed to mine as I opened my eyes sleepily. I smiled at him and he returned the smile for a moment. Then he looked up and I followed his gaze, Bella was standing behind the couch. Dread churned in my stomach as I sat up, my towel had fallen off of me at some point during the night.

Phil was snoring and Alex put his finger to his lips, shushing me as he gently pulled me up from the couch. He leaned down to my ear and whispered to me, “I told her about last night. Just go with her and make it up to her.”

I looked to Alex, he was smiling gleefully, his eyes fixed on Bella.

She handed me a short trench coat and told me to put it on. I started to go over to my luggage to fish out clothes to wear it and Bella smacked my hand, “Just the coat,” she whispered to me, being careful not to wake Phil.

My hand trembled but I put it on, it fell to about mid-thigh and fastened snuggly around me. Bella took my hand and led me out of the hotel room and down the hall. Read more »

Christmas BJ. [FM] [NSFW]

So bf and I spent Christmas with his parents. This involved sitting around with boring relatives that we don’t like, talking about things we don’t care about.

When things began to just drag on, bf motioned me to come upstairs to his old room. Once we were there, he dropped his pants and said “suck my cock, slut”. FUCK! I was so turned on so quickly. I got down on my knees like a submissive slut and took his big shaft in my mouth. First , I used my tongue to tease his head, I licked around the swollen mushroom , them stabbed the tip of my tongue into his slit. He let out a moan and told me to stop being a fucking tease and make him cum in my mouth. Being the good cocksucker that I am I soon took all of his cock in. In less that 60 seconds, his cock was fucking my throat. He looked down at me menacingly and promised me that as soon as we go home , my pussy and ass would get a serious pounding. He kept going for a while, but pulled out as he was about to cum. He ordered me to unbutton my shirt. I obeyed. He jerked his cock over my chest and came on my tits. Read more »

Looking for stories from girls in a relationship where maybe you wanted to tease someone without “technically” cheating, but you still really wanted to show off/be seen without your boyfriend/husband knowing. [FM]

Maybe you “forgot” to close the bathroom door all the way when you showered, or you “thought” the house was empty but your boyfriend’s friend was there and you happened to walk into into the living area half naked when he was in there. There are a million different ways to “accidentally” be seen”

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There have been a couple good stories I’ve seen on here like that.

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I[F21] let my roommate’s boyfriend shave me from SluttyConfessions

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There was another one that I can’t find where she had asked her boyfriends roommate to fix something on her computer and “accidentally” left a folder up of videos of herself, but they never talked about it, she just wanted him to see and she knew he definitely saw.

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Just anything along those lines :)

Be Careful What You Wish For… (Part 3) [F]

When I woke up, I felt as if last night had never happened. It felt like a dream, with my eyes half closed, I went to roll over and touch my wet pussy but found I couldn’t move much. I opened my eyes, confused and a bit scared. Soft red silk ties wrapped around my wrists and ankles and fastened tightly to the bed posts. Tom must have tied me up after I fell asleep. I’m usually a light sleeper, but I was exhausted from the last night’s activities. That or they had slipped me something; I had so many questions.

I may not have known what was going on around me, and as they said part of me had craved this, but I knew I needed to get out of here before things continued. They were probably going to sell me to the highest bidder.

I started craning my neck, squirming to see if I could possibly undo the ties around me. My best bet would be to use my teeth, but the knots looked complex. I inched as close as I could towards my right wrist, opening my mouth wide and trying to reach the knot. It seemed out of reach and before I could try a new position, the door to the room swung open. Read more »

Paying it forward [MF]

I don’t know how long this will be but I know it will be poorly written. Lol bear with me.

I’d like to think my stance on virginity is realistic and easy to understand. For one、 I don’t believe it’s a tangible thing. The way most people see it、it’s a concept. A tool for control. Blah blah blah.

I believe virginity is simply lacking any experience in a specific thing. In this case sex. That lack of experience doesn’t affect your character or make you more or less holy than anyone else. Just means you haven’t had sex yet. It’s not some super spiritual life changing thing. Weighed against all of the (better) sex you will have it’s almost meaningless to obsess over it. You’ll rarely think about it. (Unless you’re writing about it like I did in one of my other stories.)

But that doesn’t mean your first experience should be rushed or treated in a completely casual/careless manner unless that’s what you want. A good first experience can lead you to believe sex is a good thing so long as consent and comfort exist. Read more »

All I Want For Christmas (M/F, bondage, first-person)

You open your eyes and immediately realize something is wrong. The dim light coming from the window is not the gray of dawn, but the red of dusk. As your eyes clear you realize you are in an unfamiliar apartment; the sparse bedroom furnishings spark no recognition. You realize that you’re wearing a dark green satin nightgown, the lace at the hem tickling your thighs just above the nude-colored thigh-high stockings covering your legs, accentuating their shapely form. You definitely weren’t wearing this when you went to bed the night before. But this is the least of your problems, as those same legs are tied tightly together by leather straps at your ankles, calves, and thighs. Additional straps are holding your wrists around your waists, and pinning your arms to your sides at your forearms and just above your elbows. You try to speak, to voice a protest, but your string of curses are stymied by a thick leather strap gag tightly secured in your mouth.

You hear a rustling of paper to your right, and look over to see me sitting in an armchair across the room setting a book down on a nearby table. I’m fairly nondescript, average height and build with short dark hair and a clean-shaven face. I’m wearing a dark red button-down dress shirt, gray slacks, and black leather dress shoes. Read more »