So I was 14 years old, when I moved back to my hometown after 8 years of living abroad. It was quite a change and I didn’t have many friends but the summer I spent at home before starting school, I made some. One of them was this really cool and pretty girl and I kind of had a thing for her for a but then we became really good friends. And we stayed that way to this day. So as these things go we had our ups and downs and it was after a few months of not seeing each other we went to our favourite place to just talk and have a bottle of wine. And you’ve got to understand this girl was a real ‘bro’ at this point, we talked about everything. So there we were, laughing and complaining and we got a bit drunk. We were talking about stuff when we were younger, gossiping and laughing like crazy. Then all of a sudden we were making out a bit, it felt like it came out of nowhere. So there we are, sitting above a tunnel, beautiful night time view of the city, quite secluded, the only people in sight were way beneath us with a couple hundred stairs seperatung us from them. So as we’re making out, she just, completely naturally, starts rubbing my cock, and takes it out and starts giving me the best blowjob of my life. I have no idea to this day how to describe that perfect feeling, maybe it was the situation or the weed or whatever, but it was just perfect. So that went on forever until I came like never before and she just pulled down her jeans a little bit, sat in my cock and rode me until we both came (me for the second time) in about 3 minutes.
a Doe – Part I ; (age gap, workplace, anticipation)
My breath was ragged in my throat, manifesting in grunts of almost-pleasure at the ghosts of her memory, burned into my blanketed vision like a branding. I felt a hint of anxiety beneath these images because I was mildly aware of the woman lying aside me — the one I vowed my life and love to, the one I promised to never betray. And somehow in my unawakened state, I couldn’t distinguish the volume of my sinful thoughts. In this dream, I was afraid my wife could hear, understand, sense what I desired and that it wasn’t her…
But that’s what made the dream of my workday so enthralling. Vivienne manifested herself in my psyche and my physical body responded involuntarily. My cock was throbbing under our bed sheets, twitching against the restrains of my boxer briefs. Instinctively, my hand gravitated south to firmly cup around my swollen balls and squeeze them teasingly, my mind glued to the thought of Viv’s breathtaking, angular face. Her deep maroon lips tugged upward to reveal those perfect white teeth, a squint in her doe-like eyes as the memory of her sultry, invigorating laugh rolled through me. My cock was so hard it was painful but I wanted to hold onto this fantasy, because God knows it was the closest I was going to come to experiencing the real thing.
My first time with a couple [mMF] [Bi] [swing]
I’m a young, smaller guy who is bi now.. But this the first time it happened, when I was a newbie and innocent. This doesn’t have any hardcore/BDSM wild parts but mostly the seduction.. It’s the most memorable for me because that’s how I turned bi, how I got addicted to playing with couples and first time I slept with a older woman :)
I was visiting Chicago few years back and I contacted a friend I haven’t seen for a while. I was staying somewhere around Navy Pier and we decided to grab lunch near his office. It was great, we were catching up, laughing and having some good food and he ran into a couple he knew, friends of his parents. They joined us for lunch because we had a mutual love of hiking and we were discussing that. After a great lunch, they said that they are doing a BBQ at their house in the weekend and invited us.
The Idle Chair [f] [hypnosis [fiction]
The Idle Chair
It’s impossible to guess how long Daddy left me in the Idle Chair. I know I peed myself at least once already, but the humiliation and discomfort I should feel are buried far, far beneath the imperative of the Idle Chair…. Sit Still, Look Pretty. It’s all I want to do, all I can do, really. Despite being unable to leave my chair, it is surprisingly freeing. All my worries and concerns are gone. After all, the entire responsibility of my universe now is Sit Still, Look Pretty.
It all started like so many things do, me being bratty towards Daddy, of course. Some song about feminism had gotten me all riled up and hyper… He very reasonably told me to calm down and do my chores but I was too headstrong and yelled that I was never going to merely “Sit still and look pretty for him”! That, of course was a monstrous mistake, and I knew it, but this is what feminism often does to impressionable young ladies.
Fucking another Redditor [FM]
Here is the follow up to my mini story two days ago, sorry it took to long!
So he picked me up at around 9:15 and we drove to the hotel room. He was very friendly and sweet and I could tell we were going to have some fun. We got into the hotel room and immidetly as I walked in, I saw that this small couch had moved to be in front of this large mirror. I didn’t really think much of it at the time because that’s just how I thought the room was meant to be. Once we had gotten into the room I realized that I forgot my bag in his car. I was hoping he wouldn’t punish me for leaving it in his car. Once I told him, he just got a sly smile on his face and walked towards me. He grabbed my face and we started making out…with lots of tongue and passion. He would grab my ass and grope me while we were making out. He was an amazing kisser and I was aching for more when he pulled away.
Birthday Sex (Part 5 of 5) [MF]
[Click Here for Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8kxvtl/birthday_sex_part_1_of_5_mf/?st=JHJZ6QF6&sh=a59996f6)
[Click Here for Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8l5aag/birthday_sex_part_2_of_5_mf/?st=JHJZA75N&sh=287125b4)
As she stepped down, I began stacking pillows at the edge of the bed. “Put your hair in a high top knot ponytail.”
She got right to applying her hair tie as I watched her luscious bangs fall in front of her eyes before she whipped it back. She knew I loved how sexy she looked with this style. Her hair was actually the first physical feature of hers that caught my attention before we first met. She also knew the ponytail wasn’t just for show. It served a functional purpose for what we were about to experience.
“Bend over and relax on the pillows, but hold your arms behind your back.”
She’d been waiting for and anticipating this part of the evening, so she played along and responded with “Yes, sir.”
I took one of my ties and lightly bounded her hands together. She watched my face as I did this, surly noticing how I was trying to be cool and in control, but was really brimming with excitement.
I took her by the hair and pulled back gently. She went with it as I put my cock inside her.
The Idle Chair [hypnosis]
The Idle Chair
It’s impossible to guess how long Daddy left me in the Idle Chair. I know I peed myself at least once already, but the humiliation and discomfort I should feel are buried far, far beneath the imperative of the Idle Chair…. Sit Still, Look Pretty. It’s all I want to do, all I can do, really. Despite being unable to leave my chair, it is surprisingly freeing. All my worries and concerns are gone. After all, the entire responsibility of my universe now is Sit Still, Look Pretty.
It all started like so many things do, me being bratty towards Daddy, of course. Some song about feminism had gotten me all riled up and hyper… He very reasonably told me to calm down and do my chores but I was too headstrong and yelled that I was never going to merely “Sit still and look pretty for him”! That, of course was a monstrous mistake, and I knew it, but this is what feminism often does to impressionable young ladies.
The Housewife and the Pool Boy, Part 2 [mF] [Oral]
She woke that day feeling much like an excited school girl with a new outfit to wear. The morning crept by as she anxiously awaited her pool cleaning appointment.
She put the baby down for a nap, freshened up her perfume and makeup, and sat on the edge of her bed, waiting quietly in her cool, dark bedroom.
A few minutes after his scheduled time, she heard the gate to the side yard swing open. Her heart raced. She felt dirty and pathetic for being excited to see an 18 year old pool boy.
But she was excited nonetheless.
Moments drug by and then he emerged from the wisteria covered gate, a test kit in one hand and a duffel bag in the other. He immediately glanced up at her bedroom doors.
He’s looking for you, she told herself, her thighs tingling with horny anticipation.
She glanced at herself in her vanity mirror and again felt sheepish and silly. What does a young, sexy man want with a thirty something mom with no life?
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Explore your sexuality. Erotica writer currently taking custom kink commissions. [f26]
Hello! I am currently taking orders for custom kink/fetish literature commissions! Have someone you cannot help but think about fucking? Have a fetish you are dying to have played out? I may just be the gal you’re looking for!
I am happy to indulge your kinks, fetishes, fantasies; Whatever turns you on, I’m thrilled to write. My limits include rape, animals, and anyone who is under-age.
Every story is 100% custom typed for you to meet your every desire.
Below I will share snippet of a story I wrote for a client, this way you can get a taste of my writing style & see if I am someone whose work you’d get pleasure from reading.
If you are interested I would love to talk with you. Email: lilithkmae@gmail.com
Yours,
LM