Jim and Deb had gone through the usual roller coaster of marriage that most 40 something year olds went through. They had been madly in love, cold and distant, and then comfortably content with each others company. They had acted as lovers, parents, best friends and strangers all within their marriage. Their lives needed direction as their kiddo hit her teenage years and their major role as “parents” faded to a spectator sport as Bridget breezed through high school. Jim had an ambitious idea one night when browsing vacation rentals on air bnb. Jim wanted to be a host, but not just a normal host that sets out towels and gave tourists recommendations on where to eat. He wanted to be a sexual concierge that could give couples or singles an experience they would never forget. He wanted to feed off their primal sexual energy. Its what him and Deb both wanted, and what they both needed.
[MF] Letters to my husband
Hello
To get the boring bits out of the way. I am 45, married, and a mother to two children. I have a peaceful, safe, predictable life in a village just outside Cambridge in the UK. I have been with my husband Simon since I was 17, nearly 30 years, and we have been married for 17 years. He was my first boyfriend and we have been together since school.
I was besotted with him from our first kiss and still am. However, I cheated on him so much from about the age of 19 until I was about 30. I just loved sex and loved men. I didn’t see any harm in it and Simon has never found out.
I could never confess to Simon, but I have been writing imaginary letters to him to tell him some of my stories and I am thinking about posting them here. I would like to tell the story of how I came to have had sex with eight of the men at our wedding. There are therefore eight letters about eight men.
Shall I post them, or will I get called a slut and a cheating whore?
[FM]. A weekend of temptation with my nephew 3
[past post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/95yvi4/fm_a_week_of_temptation_with_my_nephew_2/?st=JL5GNVJI&sh=2f9fec24)
(Sorry if this is long. Didn’t realize how long I wrote. I’ll continue the rest of the story in another post)
I finally got another chance with my nephew. My sister was going away for the weekend, and I offered to pass by to check on my nephew. It also helped that they have a pool and the weather has been scorching hot.
I would like to reiterate that I was not nor am looking to have sex with him, but I found a lot of pleasure in exposing my self to him, teasing, even the light touches during the massage. But I honestly can’t say that I fantasize about having sex with him.
I got to their house on Friday night, late in the evening. My sister was already gone on her trip. Despite being eager to tease him and to get things rolling. I didn’t get a chance. I just couldn’t get myself to ask him for a massage. And since we weren’t sharing rooms, I had no chance of flashing him. I went to bed in the guest room, extremely horny and trying to think what to do the next day.
Not a Sound, Pt. 7 (MF, Risky, Cheating)
***(Authors Note***
***Apologies for the delay! This one has taken me longer than I’d have liked because I switched it up a little and I wasn’t feeling it as much as I have with the other stuff I’ve written. At one point I was close to canning it, but I am glad I’ve persevered. And, more importantly, I hope you enjoy it and don’t mind the slight shift.***
***Two parts left after this one I reckon and then on to new and exciting stories!)***
For whatever reason, the quick romp in my study was what finally hammered the guilt in about what I’d done. I’d gone downstairs and joined the party again but all I could feel was Emma’s hands over me, and all I could see was how her body moved as I slammed myself into her.
I was quiet for the rest of the evening as the guests gradually left as I considered who I was. A good husband? Not anymore. A good father? Not even that – what kind of self-respecting dad goes and does what I did on their son’s birthday?
The answer isn’t a good one.
Not a Sound, Pt. 7 (MF, Risky, Cheating)
***(Authors Note***
***Apologies for the delay! This one has taken me longer than I’d have liked because I switched it up a little and I wasn’t feeling it as much as I have with the other stuff I’ve written. At one point I was close to canning it, but I am glad I’ve persevered. And, more importantly, I hope you enjoy it and don’t mind the slight shift.***
***Two parts left after this one I reckon and then on to new and exciting stories!)***
For whatever reason, the quick romp in my study was what finally hammered the guilt in about what I’d done. I’d gone downstairs and joined the party again but all I could feel was Emma’s hands over me, and all I could see was how her body moved as I slammed myself into her.
I was quiet for the rest of the evening as the guests gradually left as I considered who I was. A good husband? Not anymore. A good father? Not even that – what kind of self-respecting dad goes and does what I did on their son’s birthday?
The answer isn’t a good one.
Not a Sound, Pt. 7 (MF, Risky, Cheating)
***(Authors Note***
***Apologies for the delay! This one has taken me longer than I’d have liked because I switched it up a little and I wasn’t feeling it as much as I have with the other stuff I’ve written. At one point I was close to canning it, but I am glad I’ve persevered. And, more importantly, I hope you enjoy it and don’t mind the slight shift.***
***Two parts left after this one I reckon and then on to new and exciting stories!)***
For whatever reason, the quick romp in my study was what finally hammered the guilt in about what I’d done. I’d gone downstairs and joined the party again but all I could feel was Emma’s hands over me, and all I could see was how her body moved as I slammed myself into her.
I was quiet for the rest of the evening as the guests gradually left as I considered who I was. A good husband? Not anymore. A good father? Not even that – what kind of self-respecting dad goes and does what I did on their son’s birthday?
The answer isn’t a good one.
Jessica’s Torment – Chapter 3 [MF] [Rape] [Age] [BDSM] [Anal] [Blowjob] [Breathplay] [Creampie] [Crying] [Cunnilingus] [Facefucking] [Kissing] [Teen] [Sadism]
**This story is by and for adults and is purely fiction and fantasy. This story is purely for private enjoyment within one’s own imagination and does not condone any real life actions**
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[Chapter One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/997mq7/jessicas_torment_chapter_1_rape_bdsm_teen_age/)
[Chapter Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/998f6i/jessicas_torment_chapter_2_mf_rape_bdsm_teen_age/)
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I suppose this is end of Arc 1, of whatever this story is. Just wanted to write some dark erotica. Hope you’ve enjoyed so far.
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#Jessica’s Torment
##Chapter Three
Jessica now had her arms bound with tight and rough rope behind her back. The fabric dug into her skin and the ball gag pressed into her mouth and plenty of drool came from the various holes surrounding it.
She was kneeling and one of the mens’ face was beneath her. He was making her ride his face and his mouth passionately pleasured her. He rubbed her thighs and occasionally spanked her, feeling the softness of her legs. When she stopped moving her hips he would bite her hard which made her continue to move.
He ate his fill slurping up flowing juices, but she didn’t orgasm again, not yet.
Young Love (Part 1.)[Str8][Fm][slowbuild][nosex][mast]
*continued in comments*
The shrill sound of a ringing bell cut through the lazy summer air, startling two squirrels, who scampered along the grass until they reached a tree. They were already taking refuge within the leaves by the time the front doors to Edison High were thrown open.
Students started spilling out onto the front steps, carrying backpacks, binders, and sporty duffel bags. The sound of excited chatter filled the air and a football soared over the crowd. Inside the building was even more hectic, with people shouting over each other or running to tell their friends the latest gossip.
Anthony tugged open his locker. It got jammed sometimes, so it often helped to give it a good yank. It gave and swung open, and his hand paused over a folder labeled “Music.” He stared at the folder, deep in thought as his finger traced the edge. His ex-girlfriends hysterical voice rang in his ears and he recalled the sight of her tear-streaked face.
*”You like her?! Answer me! Do you go over to her house so she can teach you how to fuck? Do you want her to be your **sex** teacher?* *Huh Anthony?! Is **she** what you want?!”*
[FM] The time I gave my boyfriend a blowjob in public part 2 (Cinema)
I adore blowjobs. I think giving them is providing a piece of heaven for you loved one. On top of that, I just think the feeling is the most amazing thing. Filling your mouth with a hard thick cock. Pure bliss.
Needless to say, I do it a lot. Especially when it’s not expected.
One night, me and my boyfriend from back then (I think this happend four years ago) were out to go to the movies. I remember that he had a part time job back then at the cinema, so we could go to the movies for free. We arrived at the hall, scored ourselves some tickets and moved towards the line for popcorn. A couple of his friends also worked at the movie theatre, and on that specific night one was working as a cashier for the snacks. With a big grin on his face he looked towards us. Especially me. Tom, my boyfriend, had always told me that his friends thought I was incredibly hot. Not sure why, but whenever one of his friends would look at me, I had the urge to clarify I belonged to Tom. By kissing, by groping, by doing something naughty. Maybe it’s silly, but I just had to. I belonged to him, body als soul. And they needed to know that.
First Love
After all these years, that phase of my life does feel like fantasy in a sense that it was too good for me. Like too fucking good to be true. For a guy in his late teens, nothing tops than having his sexual fantasy coming true and that was what this narration , though NSFW , is all about. I feel goose bumps recollecting and writing it down in all its dirty details and reliving the past. Now that only other person involved in the story is no more, I feel quite relaxed to share it openly.
I was in my last year of graduation and boy, it was tough. I was not a naturally gifted student. Though I studied hard and put maximum effort in my subject, I was somehow lagging behind the top section of my class. May be it was due to improper guidance or improper way of studying or may be something else which was holding me back from scoring high grades, like a guiding hand which can bring some sort of clarity in approaching the various subjects. With that in mind, I approached Miss M for private tuition during the summer holidays which she agreed, though reluctantly. But since I was a sincere student and my record from past year was solid, she agreed to take class for an hour everyday during the holidays to cover the full term of science subjects. This was pretty cool and I was excited to finally get an edge upon others since it was my dream to get through top college and only way to do it was by getting top rank.