[M]y [f]irst time with a childhood friend

It started off pretty innocently. I was 20, she was 18. We texted each other like we usually did every once and a while. Occasionally sending selfies or pictures of things around us. We had know each other since I was nine. I had watched her grow from a rough housing tomboy to a beautiful woman, with long red hair, bright blue eyes, pale skin, average sized breasts. I had always had the thought in the back of my mind, of, “what if?”. Well, I sent a pic of my shirt off like I sometimes did. I learned over time that she likes that. She sent a pic back this time. Her jacket was unzipped and you could just see the outline of her boob, covered by the jacket. My heart pounded.

“Move it to the side please…”

I waited for her to respond. What was I saying..I didn’t back peddle though, I wanted to see what she had to say.

“You want to see my bare body??” “Yea, I do, if you want to send it” “Only if you send it too, ill take off what you take off” Read more »

Fantasy Island Day 4 [Fdom] [Msub] [MF] [oral] [mast]

The shackles were off. Mistress immediately drew me towards the bed. I felt the vortex of insanity as I sat on the edge of the bed when she wrapped her lips around my cock.

This wet tongue and the seriously wicked lashings as she took my entire length into her throat. She did cough just a little before releasing me and focussing on the tip of my penis whilst her hand manipulated my shaft. Yes, it was what I wanted but how was one to act in this scenario? She expertly sucked me off, and I felt my balls retract. At that moment, I pulled out of her mouth and promptly shot a pissing stream of cum all over her tits. She giggled.

*“Paul, I could sense some uncertainty about what was to happen there. But I am a bit iffy about blow jobs. I prefer not to have cum in my mouth, bad prior experiences and all. So I am glad you sensed my discomfort. I do not normally deep throat either.”*

*“I know. I don’t know what I did to deserve a blow job though.”* Read more »

[MF] Fun abroad, again

You can read the story about my first time with Martin [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7a15mn/mf_fun_abroad_longanal/).

We met up as often as he could with his work schedule and living 40 minutes from my place. One weekend he stayed two nights in a row, and almost made it 3 before making himself go home. Our routine was: run, go to the grocery store, make dinner, and attempt to watch a movie or listen to music but really just have sex until we fell asleep. This one night we went running in the park and used the public workout machines. Then he tried to teach me some beginner self-defense moves in the middle of the patchy grass in the park. At first it was pretty easy, 1-2-3, deflecting his arms and redirecting the force. But then he said ‘flip me’, and showed me how to grab his arm, turn so he was behind me, and then instructed me to bend at the waist so he would flip over my head and land on his back. I thought it was hilarious but also didn’t want to hurt him. Some mild grinding may have occurred while I was debating flipping him or not, with him pressed up against me. Finally I flipped him and he landed in a way that didn’t break him or the important bits ;) Read more »

Dora The Explorer- A Story of Masturbation

She stared at her reflection; Two large lips, a small mouth agape, a hood that covered the small ball of euphoria she had been told not to touch. A slimy, slippery cavern of wonder surrounded by a jungle of thick black strands of hair.

This was the first time she had ever seen a vagina- this was her vagina.

She quickly glanced at the large golden cross hanging on the wall above her bed.
A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead. She knew this was forbidden, yes. She felt guilty for having discovered the pleasure in being bad.

A warm pulse reverberated through her body. She squirmed, crossing her legs together and feeling the electricity her horniness had caused course through her veins, running through her blood and up to her brain, like ecstasy. She felt quite high, never having felt this way before, a new world, a new way of perceiving things. Not that she had ever done ecstasy, of course. She was a good pudgy suburban Christian. She’d never done drugs, never disobeyed her parents, at least until now. Read more »

[FM] If you’re going to call me and view me as just some whore, I might as well be one :p

I’m not a bad person, I’m really not, but when a bitch snaps at me for no reason I’m not going to feel bad about fucking her husband.

I’m a Nanny Housekeeper that moved to Dubai from the Philippines. I speak English well, and so it’s not hard to find a job and get paid decently to care for children and speak English with them. I was not desperate for a job, but I was just honestly bored as fuck in the Philippines and just needed a change of scene from the same plain life I was in. Any domestic services worker in Dubai knows that the wives can be absolute bitches. They’re usually stuck at home or a relatives all day, while their husbands go out and so that probably leaves them frustrated. But they are very privileged as they are so rich there they don’t really have to cook, clean or even do much to raise their children. Read more »

[MF] Role-playing a FFM threesome with a Redditor’s audio

We both clearly heard, from that sweet voice in between us in the bed, one succinct sentence that sealed the deal:

“I want you to watch each other be pleasured by me.”

I knew it registered with my wife the same way it did with me … I felt her hips writhe a little extra beneath me. I saw one of my favorite sights in the world, that subconscious soft bite of the right corner of her lower lip, that to me is as loud as a primal scream.

So yeah, hearing those words … by that sexy woman… our recent fantasy banter about the notion of our first threesome took a major turn right then. We had talked about scenarios – friend or stranger, etc. – and we had talked about pitfalls… and then moved on to other topics.

But I knew when I heard it, and I was pretty sure my wife did too. If we could find someone like this – a unicorn among unicorns, granted – we would both want to make the fantasy a reality. Read more »

New Jack (3 – 4)

3.

Monday morning dawned to find Jack already on the road, his sneakers beating a steady staccato onto the wet pavement. He had pushed on this run, still keeping the distance at a respectable three miles but working to drive his mile time down. He idly wondered why no one else around here was out jogging. There were plenty of lights appearing in windows but not a lot of movement at 6 am.

He saw the women as he rounded the next bend. Both relatively tall, ponytails swinging as they jogged along. As the pair passed under a streetlamp he recognized Debbie from the previous night’s adventure. She and her husband had snuck back to their house like teenagers under the cover of darkness after she had given him a deep kiss in parting. Bill had been grinning from ear to ear as he stuck out his hand to take his leave.

It had taken him a moment or two upon awakening to remember and reconstruct yesterday. His morning erection demanded attention, but Jack figured he could find a better use for the load and so opted instead to go for a run. Read more »

[FF] Making Me Hers

While my current life doesn’t lend itself to wild stories, having been in a stable relationship for a while, my past is still full of wild tales. Let’s go back to a few years ago, at age 22. I had just made a big move across the country and didn’t know anyone save my friend who was sharing an apartment with me. Our apartment complex was down the street from a woman who ran kind of an art studio out of her house.

Her name was Jasmyn, she was in her mid-thirties, tall, slender, black, and had the kind of body that would make anyone want her. She gave lessons on dancing, painting, and photography for a living, as well as selling her own art. She and I met because my friend wanted to take one of her classes and hey, I love taking pictures of things. The moment she walked into the room, she seemed to make eye contact with me, it felt electric. The class on the whole went fine, my friend ended up stopping attending due to lack of funds, but I kept going. Jasmyn was funny and exciting, after a few months we had gotten to know each other a little bit and she invited me over in her off hours. She said she wanted to have me model for her, I agreed. Read more »

New Jack (1 – 2)

This is my first attempt at erotica. I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Jack dropped the box with a finality that he felt adequately expressed how sick of moving he was. It was the last box, one of the heavy ones containing books he couldn’t bear to part with. Most of his other possessions and accoutrement of the past 13 years of his life had either had been offloaded through a garage sales and outright donations to homeless shelters. He had split from his wife, Amanda, amicably enough: she had abruptly decided to start fucking her coach at the gym and, hey, who was he to stop her. Their sex life had gotten stale over the years and, if he were honest with himself, he would miss her body but wasn’t too fussed about losing her as a person. They had simply grown apart and maybe it was just inertia that had kept them together anyway. Read more »

A bloom never to be seen again

It was in the summer of 2007, on a swelteringly hot day, that Ann came to Grayson Global to see her father. She stood there alone in the lobby, her long brown hair neatly combed and adorned with a little white flower. Dressed in a simple white linen dress, the sixteen-year-old girl cut a delicate and lonely figure against the men dressed in black suits that surrounded her.

Donald gazed for a while at his youngest daughter. It had been sixteen years since he last saw her, and the parental love that had for a long time been absent from his life, all at once came flooding back. The normally assertive man was for a moment at a loss for what to do. After a long period of silence, he waved to someone behind him, ¨Charles, take Ann back to the house and get her settled in.〃

¨Yes, sir.〃

The young man took Annˇs luggage and spoke to her in a deep, mellow voice, ¨Hi, Iˇm Charles.〃

He reached out his hand. It was warm and felt strong.

Lifting her gaze, Ann shook the manˇs hand and nodded with a smile. Read more »