Neighbor, Sir. Part 2 [bdsm – mdom/ fsub]

Thank you to those who have read Part 1 and have written such kind things. Thank you, also, for your patience with me.

A delicious, beautiful obsession.

Their schedules were not meshing as she’d hoped, but the anticipation was intoxicating. Between their houses was 15 feet of grass from her back yard to the neighborhood walking path, about 6 feet of asphalt, then approximately 75 feet down the path to their yard and another 20 feet to his back door. Occasionally, when she was in the yard with her kids during the day, she could see his wife Cindy out in their yard with her kids. They would wave to each other and smile. She knew she should feel guilty or ashamed about what she did with him, and for what she intended to do again, but she didn’t. Both she and he knew that, if they had to, they could end it and go back to the way things had been. This, whatever this was, would be a delicious, beautiful memory. Read more »

Neighbor, Sir. Part 2 [bdsm – mdom/ fsub]

To those who read Part 1, thank you for your kind words and for your patience with me.

A delicious, beautiful obsession.

Their schedules were not meshing as she’d hoped, but the anticipation was intoxicating. Between their houses was 15 feet of grass from her back yard to the neighborhood walking path, about 6 feet of asphalt, then approximately 75 feet down the path to their yard and another 20 feet to his back door. Occasionally, when she was in the yard with her kids during the day, she could see his wife Cindy out in their yard with her kids. They would wave to each other and smile. She knew she should feel guilty or ashamed about what she did with him, and for what she intended to do again, but she didn’t. Both she and he knew that, if they had to, they could end it and go back to the way things had been. This, whatever this was, would be a delicious, beautiful memory. Read more »

Command (D/s, F/m)

I was a couple of years past puberty when they first brought me into my home. Maybe 15 or 16 years old, and fresh off the farm. I’d had the surgery maybe a month before. The small star-shaped scars on my body were still shiny and new, but they would begin fading soon. I was still sore, but even the earliest implants were small. As long as someone survived the neural integration, physical recovery from the process was quick.

They drugged me. For the pain they said, though they’d been weening me off the narcotics I was on right after they cut into me. Whatever it was, it knocked me out. Or least I don’t remember leaving the recovery center. No, the next images were of a house. Beautiful tall windows. Rooms ten times bigger than the cell I shared growing up. I was walking along about half conscious when I felt someone kick against the back of my knees. I felt myself fall, but they caught me, and settled me down into a kneeling position. I had been walking on a hardwood floor, but there was a mat beneath my knees. I could feel a small stool, just a foot or so up from the ground, that I was now sitting on. The room was open, dimly lit, and not so big as those I had first seen. Read more »

In Order to Save the Relationship … [MFF] [oral] [mast] [squirt] [facial]

Things had gotten rocky for Jacob and Natalie. She wanted to settle down, he didn’t. She wanted a family, he wasn’t ready. There was so much more to see and explore, he reasoned. This was his code for, “I want to fuck other people.”

Eventually, Natalie caught on to what this meant, because they did a lot of traveling together as a couple.

“You’re my best friend,” she said one night. “I don’t want to lose you and I know what you mean when you say you want to explore. I’m not prepared for an open relationship … but if you want to add a third to our bedroom routine every once in a while … I wouldn’t be against that.”

Jacob sat up in bed and was about to speak before he hesitated. Was this a trap? A trick question to get him to admit to wanting to sleep around? After thinking, he realized he had little risk in admitting she was right and her idea sounded great. If she hated his answer, they might split. If she loved it, then she meant it and it wasn’t a trap.

“Okay,” he said. “Who … do you have in mind?” Read more »

Friends With Benefits: A is for Anal [MF] Part 3 Morning Wood

Part one: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7g1euu/friends_with_benefits_a_is_for_anal_mf_part_1/

Part two: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7g1t1c/friends_with_benefits_a_is_for_anal_mf_part_2/

I woke up with morning wood. Our bodies were sprawled and intertwined on Amy’s tiny dorm room twin bed. Amy was still asleep on her right side. I was spooned against her back, her naked, round, ass was pressed against me. My left leg rested over her right leg, I shifted my hips a bit, my erect manhood nestled between her legs and ass. I kissed her lightly on the nape of her slender neck, whispering in her ear, “Good morning beautiful, are you awake?” She begins to stir, feeling my warm cock between her legs, she says, “Mmmmm, I feel *somebody* is awake.”

Amy rolls over and faces me, her perky C-cups brush lightly against my chest as she leans in for a kiss, morning breath, messy hair, and all. The touch of her naked body against mine sends a tingle from my head to my toes. As she presses closer to me, her right leg slides over me, rolling me over to my back. Amy is suddenly astride me, my dick pressed between my stomach and her pussy. She leans forward, her chest pressed to mine as she moans softly, kisses my neck, and slowly she begins grinding her pussy along my shaft. Read more »

The Wayfarer: Part I [Mf] [nc]

“Please, no,” watery, blue eyes and ripe, ruby lips pleaded up to him. The wayfarer rolled his eyes back far into his head before stooping down to bring the sharp point of his dagger across the bodice of the sobbing milkmaid’s dress. Twin mounds of milky flesh came spilling out of the torn fabric. The wayfarer marveled at their weight and the creamy complexion that seemed estranged from any ray of sunshine. He had seen many a pretty sight through his travels but few as immediately fulfilling as this. He stooped down further, grabbing a breast in each hand for a proper squeeze. He admired the silken smoothness of them and how the early morning light illuminated their pale glory. The wayfarer jiggled them in his palms then hefted them upwards, again admiring how the breasts trembled with each gaspy breath of the maid. He brought his face up close to her chest and let his stubbled mouth wander freely across her flesh, caressing the crevice beneath them before gently capturing a nipple with his lips. Read more »

Lazy Morning [M] [This is a spoiler](/sister)

The truck that backfired in front of Connor’s window wasn’t aware of the sleeping body rudely jolted out of its rest, but as Connor’s head fell back into his pillow, that fact didn’t stop him from giving vent to a sincere wish that the truck’s owner might experience an everlasting torture in hellfire for their transgression. He sleepily turned over to check his phone, resigning himself to the fact that the sunlight streaming through the window would not let him go back to sleep. He would have gotten up soon anyway. Turning off his alarm, he unplugged his phone and let it fall to the bed. Through the wall, he could hear water running, a sure indicator that his sister, Kylie, was still in the shower. Without cause to get up, Connor accepted the opportunity to stay under the covers, enjoying the sensation of the cool fabric against his body.
Once again, he cursed the rude awakening that the truck had given him, robbing the last few minutes of his rest. He had been having such a good dream too. He and Sara, his girlfriend, had been watching a movie, he couldn’t remember which, and he was pretty sure aliens had come to steal their popcorn or something. The important part was that he had fought off some intrusive force, Sara had been very impressed, and she was about to give him a victory celebration when they had been rudely interrupted by the oblivious commuter. Connor sighed, as his thoughts flickered over Sara. As he shifted, the blanket moved and got caught on something, tugging at Connor’s body. He smiled as his hand glided over his bare chest, under the blanket, and came to rest on the waistband of his boxers.
Responding to both his touch and the thoughts of Sara that he was now entertaining, his already semi-erect cock lazily grew harder. Connor sighed as his hand moved lower, gently caressing himself through the fabric of his boxers. He noted that Kylie’s shower was still in progress, giving him some time to entertain himself. His thumbs hooked under his waistband, and he imagined Sara in bed with him, giving him a smile. Her hands ran up his chest, along his arms, and her fingers intertwined with his as she pressed her body against his. He imagined her soft lips against his, her tongue in his mouth, his hands running up her bare torso to cup her breasts, her hips pressing against his. She would move to kiss his neck, her hands moving to his chest as she kissed his shoulder, his chest, then his stomach, giving him a wink before finally kissing his rock hard cock through his boxers.
His hand could feel the fabric straining around his raging erection as he imagined Sara kissing the head of his cock through the fabric. She slid a hand over his thigh, caressing him and gradually slipping her hand up through the leg of his boxers. Her fingers lightly played along his skin, finally reaching his heavy, loose balls. As she took them in her soft hand, she looked up with a mischievous smile.
“These feel far too full,” she whispered. “You must be in agony here, carrying around so much excess weight. Why don’t I help out a little?”
Connor just groaned, letting his head fall back as he stroked himself lightly through his boxers. He imagined Sara taking the head of his cock into her mouth as he felt her hand lightly squeeze his balls. He imagined the warmth of her mouth on him and the feeling of soaked fabric on his skin. As his thoughts entertained these images and his hands freely roamed over his body, the fabric against his penis did in fact become soaked. Precum flowed freely from his cock head, leaving a growing dark spot on his boxers. Through the wall, he heard the shower turn off, the signal that he had better finish his reverie sooner rather than later.
He imagined Sara finally pulling his boxers off, smiling as she took his cock in her hands, stroking him fully. She looked up at him, winked again, then spit on his cock, rubbing her saliva in before finishing him off. With his eyes still closed, he brought his hand to his mouth, ran his tongue over it, and placed it over the head of his cock. He imagined looking down at the top of Sara’s head as she took him into her mouth, her long brown hair cascading over his waist, hiding his cock from view as he felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth. His hand slid lower, as he imagined watching her head sink down, warmth and wetness slowly encasing his shaft. She slowly began to bob her head up and down, moving lower each time, until her lips ran into his churning balls. Here she paused, bringing a hand up to brush her hair away, and she locked eyed with him. Her brown eyes stared into his as she again moved her lips up his shaft, bobbing her head with a quickening rhythm.
Hearing the door of the bathroom open, Connor reluctantly resolved to wrap up his daydream. He tightened his grip, moved his other hand to fondle his balls, and increased the speed of his stroking. The skin of his cock tightened, pulling against his crotch as his hand reached the head before pulling taught from the head as his hand descended. He removed his hand to replenish the saliva on his palm, savoring the cool sensation of the air that played across his damp erection. Allowing his hand to return to his cock, he squeezed a few more drops of precum from his swollen head, massaging them into his skin.
Taking a deep breath, he again imagined Sara taking his cock in her mouth. He knew she could feel how hard he was and that she knew how close he was to coming. She ran her free hand up his chest, maintaining eye contact this time as she took him deep in her throat. Her big, brown eyes begged him for his cum, and he could feel his balls churning as he stroked himself faster. Then it hit. He felt his cock tense as his balls jumped slightly. Forgetting himself, he let out a verbalized “Fuck, Sara, I’m gonna cum. Fuck.”
His head dropped back. His fist tightened around his shaft. Feeling the cum rising in shaft, he raised his head to imagine Sara’s eyes smiling up at him as he shot his load down her throat. He opened his eyes. His cock spasmed. He gasped and let out a deep moan as his eyes met hers. Brown eyes stared into each other. From the door of his room, Kylie’s eyes met his. A light laugh danced behind her lips that were drawn up into a smirk. Connor’s fist tightened on his cock as he erupted, spraying a thick rope of cum over his chest and belly. A second jet splattered his neck, and finally a third created a pool just over his belly button.
Kylie looked over his sprawled frame covered in cum as his cock slowly went limp in his hand. She seemed slightly amused, but when she broke the ensuing silence, she did so with a smug “Tell Sara I say hi.” She turned to go. Mustering the ability to speak, something that had momentarily left him, Connor managed to gasp out, “Kylie! What the FUCK! What…? Fuck.” Glancing over her shoulder, Kylie gave him a wink before walking down the hall.
“Shower’s open!”

Lazy Morning [mf] [inc]

The truck that backfired in front of Connor’s window wasn’t aware of the sleeping body rudely jolted out of its rest, but as Connor’s head fell back into his pillow, that fact didn’t stop him from giving vent to a sincere wish that the truck’s owner might experience an everlasting torture in hellfire for their transgression. He sleepily turned over to check his phone, resigning himself to the fact that the sunlight streaming through the window would not let him go back to sleep. He would have gotten up soon anyway. Turning off his alarm, he unplugged his phone and let it fall to the bed. Through the wall, he could hear water running, a sure indicator that his sister, Kylie, was still in the shower. Without cause to get up, Connor accepted the opportunity to stay under the covers, enjoying the sensation of the cool fabric against his body.
Once again, he cursed the rude awakening that the truck had given him, robbing the last few minutes of his rest. He had been having such a good dream too. He and Sara, his girlfriend, had been watching a movie, he couldn’t remember which, and he was pretty sure aliens had come to steal their popcorn or something. The important part was that he had fought off some intrusive force, Sara had been very impressed, and she was about to give him a victory celebration when they had been rudely interrupted by the oblivious commuter. Connor sighed, as his thoughts flickered over Sara. As he shifted, the blanket moved and got caught on something, tugging at Connor’s body. He smiled as his hand glided over his bare chest, under the blanket, and came to rest on the waistband of his boxers.
Responding to both his touch and the thoughts of Sara that he was now entertaining, his already semi-erect cock lazily grew harder. Connor sighed as his hand moved lower, gently caressing himself through the fabric of his boxers. He noted that Kylie’s shower was still in progress, giving him some time to entertain himself. His thumbs hooked under his waistband, and he imagined Sara in bed with him, giving him a smile. Her hands ran up his chest, along his arms, and her fingers intertwined with his as she pressed her body against his. He imagined her soft lips against his, her tongue in his mouth, his hands running up her bare torso to cup her breasts, her hips pressing against his. She would move to kiss his neck, her hands moving to his chest as she kissed his shoulder, his chest, then his stomach, giving him a wink before finally kissing his rock hard cock through his boxers.
His hand could feel the fabric straining around his raging erection as he imagined Sara kissing the head of his cock through the fabric. She slid a hand over his thigh, caressing him and gradually slipping her hand up through the leg of his boxers. Her fingers lightly played along his skin, finally reaching his heavy, loose balls. As she took them in her soft hand, she looked up with a mischievous smile.
“These feel far too full,” she whispered. “You must be in agony here, carrying around so much excess weight. Why don’t I help out a little?”
Connor just groaned, letting his head fall back as he stroked himself lightly through his boxers. He imagined Sara taking the head of his cock into her mouth as he felt her hand lightly squeeze his balls. He imagined the warmth of her mouth on him and the feeling of soaked fabric on his skin. As his thoughts entertained these images and his hands freely roamed over his body, the fabric against his penis did in fact become soaked. Precum flowed freely from his cock head, leaving a growing dark spot on his boxers. Through the wall, he heard the shower turn off, the signal that he had better finish his reverie sooner rather than later.
He imagined Sara finally pulling his boxers off, smiling as she took his cock in her hands, stroking him fully. She looked up at him, winked again, then spit on his cock, rubbing her saliva in before finishing him off. With his eyes still closed, he brought his hand to his mouth, ran his tongue over it, and placed it over the head of his cock. He imagined looking down at the top of Sara’s head as she took him into her mouth, her long brown hair cascading over his waist, hiding his cock from view as he felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth. His hand slid lower, as he imagined watching her head sink down, warmth and wetness slowly encasing his shaft. She slowly began to bob her head up and down, moving lower each time, until her lips ran into his churning balls. Here she paused, bringing a hand up to brush her hair away, and she locked eyed with him. Her brown eyes stared into his as she again moved her lips up his shaft, bobbing her head with a quickening rhythm.
Hearing the door of the bathroom open, Connor reluctantly resolved to wrap up his daydream. He tightened his grip, moved his other hand to fondle his balls, and increased the speed of his stroking. The skin of his cock tightened, pulling against his crotch as his hand reached the head before pulling taught from the head as his hand descended. He removed his hand to replenish the saliva on his palm, savoring the cool sensation of the air that played across his damp erection. Allowing his hand to return to his cock, he squeezed a few more drops of precum from his swollen head, massaging them into his skin.
Taking a deep breath, he again imagined Sara taking his cock in her mouth. He knew she could feel how hard he was and that she knew how close he was to coming. She ran her free hand up his chest, maintaining eye contact this time as she took him deep in her throat. Her big, brown eyes begged him for his cum, and he could feel his balls churning as he stroked himself faster. Then it hit. He felt his cock tense as his balls jumped slightly. Forgetting himself, he let out a verbalized “Fuck, Sara, I’m gonna cum. Fuck.”
His head dropped back. His fist tightened around his shaft. Feeling the cum rising in shaft, he raised his head to imagine Sara’s eyes smiling up at him as he shot his load down her throat. He opened his eyes. His cock spasmed. He gasped and let out a deep moan as his eyes met hers. Brown eyes stared into each other. From the door of his room, Kylie’s eyes met his. A light laugh danced behind her lips that were drawn up into a smirk. Connor’s fist tightened on his cock as he erupted, spraying a thick rope of cum over his chest and belly. A second jet splattered his neck, and finally a third created a pool just over his belly button.
Kylie looked over his sprawled frame covered in cum as his cock slowly went limp in his hand. She seemed slightly amused, but when she broke the ensuing silence, she did so with a smug “Tell Sara I say hi.” She turned to go. Mustering the ability to speak, something that had momentarily left him, Connor managed to gasp out, “Kylie! What the FUCK! What…? Fuck.” Glancing over her shoulder, Kylie gave him a wink before walking down the hall.
“Shower’s open!”

Summer on the tower Part1 [Fsolo][Series]

The dying light announced the end of Jessica’s first day as one of the lucky few who got a summer job in the remaining fire watch towers. It was a dying job with most towers nearing their structural retirement ages and drones being a much cheaper replacement, but in terms of the romantic solitude it was exactly what the catalogues made it appear to be.

Even with the quality set of  binoculars her father had lent her for the duration of her stay Jessica could still see only forest around her, apart from the big lake about half a day’s hike from her current position. She had already determined that to be one of her first destinations to explore, for some reason the thought of being able to swim naked in natural waters seemed like freedom in its purest form to her and she intended to verify that thought as soon as possible. She figured she would need the next two days to settle in and do some light necessary repairs, but then she would set off to spend a night under the stars. Read more »

Summer on the tower Part1 [Fsolo][Series]

The dying light announced the end of Jessica’s first day as one of the lucky few who got a summer job in the remaining fire watch towers. It was a dying job with most towers nearing their structural retirement ages and drones being a much cheaper replacement, but in terms of the romantic solitude it was exactly what the catalogues made it appear to be.

Even with the quality set of  binoculars her father had lent her for the duration of her stay Jessica could still see only forest around her, apart from the big lake about half a day’s hike from her current position. She had already determined that to be one of her first destinations to explore, for some reason the thought of being able to swim naked in natural waters seemed like freedom in its purest form to her and she intended to verify that thought as soon as possible. She figured she would need the next two days to settle in and do some light necessary repairs, but then she would set off to spend a night under the stars. Read more »