Shy girl came out of her shell [MF]

Sorry it took so long. This happened two weeks ago, finally found the time to type and proof read. This isn’t the freaky hardcore fucking that I normally post. This was a passionate night. Intimate and genuine, so just a heads up to anyone expecting anal, facials (wink), throatfucking, etc. etc.

Ok so a direct follow up to running into [Brittany](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9htuta/shy_girl_has_a_wild_side_i_never_knew_about_mf/?st=JMW1NA83&sh=f7f6dcf7), we had been texting nonstop and decided to meet at my house and Uber so we could drink. She wasn’t dressed up or anything. Very casual, jean shorts and a tank top, but damn, she was flawless. We’re at dinner and everything was clicking perfectly when she hits me with “I have something to tell you.” She explains that her ex convinced (manipulated) her into coming back by promising to change, or in his case, be less of a piece of shit emotionally abusive cunt. They also have a little girl together. Well dickhead was out of town for a bachelor party and her dad had the baby for the night. She’s in a really bad position. Honestly our dinner was back and forth happy to sad. But, because she was with me, that was a good sign. I ordered us a desert and somehow managed to turn the mood around after a few drinks loosened us up. After the bill is paid and we’re waiting for our Uber, I decided to remind her of our first encounter and push her against one of the columns and kiss her. She lit up. Cheeks got red, a big smile, and a sparkle in those bright green eyes.

Payment in Full [MxF, Noir, Anal, Small Tits]

***The roaring 20s. Fade-in from black.***

That’s the dame, he knew.

She walked into the office dressed in typical flapper gear—she was in her early 20s with that bobbed hair *those* sort of women liked. A black sparkling jacket and short skirt—looked like a Coco Chanel brand. Judging from that and the almost aggressive panther vibe, she was one rich broad.

“Flap your yap already, miss. What do you want?” the detective barked.

She crossed her legs and let out a little puff of cigarette smoke, carefully shaped like a ringlet. Slow, methodical. Her eyes were blacker than the Devil’s own soul. “I want you to find someone for me.” She pulled a paper out of her silver handbag and slid it over.

He picked up the paper and noted the name. Out in California, it was always good to know people. And this name…this one was a doozy. He got up and paced. She didn’t watch him, but stayed resolutely puffing at her cigarette, her full lips caressing it like she had a grudge against it.

Living the Dream [MF] [FF] [Dream scape][Day in the life]

*Another day living the dream*. At least, that’s what I tell myself stepping out of my door every morning. My name is Rebecca Stark, and I have a problem.

I’m the girl of your dreams. No, literally. That’s not me being some stuck-up brat. I have some kind of weird superpower or alien DNA or witch’s curse. Who really knows? But I experience other people’s thoughts.

Most of the time it’s not too bad. I get teary eyed when I’m too close to a mother holding a young baby. I may get a little giddy around 4-year olds laughing. One time, I broke my hand punching a wall because a belligerent drunk on the other side of the bar was fuming about being cut off.

Most of the time, people’s thoughts are fleeting and simple. There’s not enough power behind them to really influence me one way or the other. Except…people’s fantasies.

Something about the reptilian part of the human brain broadcasts sex fantasies like a loudspeaker. And for a lot of people, those thoughts come at me with the power and strength of a freight train. When that happens, I don’t just experience what they’re feeling, I’m literally pulled out of my body and live through whatever is going through their mind.

The Training of Sabrina – Part 1: The Meeting and Arrangement [MF Mdom Fsub BDSM]

Cross posted from r/BDSMerotica.

Hello, all. This is my first story. It is very long, and encompasses three months of my life. I can personally guarantee that everything in here is true, although somewhat paraphrased. It is not embellished nor fiction. I will be cross-posting this to other subreddits as I feel appropriate. There will be multiple parts and they will run together. Stick with the story and I am sure you will not be disappointed. I will also make a pledge to answer every response and comment to this story. So please, upvote, ask questions, and make comments.

I am a Dom. This is a story about how I met and trained Sabrina. As a visualization, Sabrina was 5’3″ and approximately 110 lbs. Her lithe frame was tattooed and sported B cup breasts with long blonde hair and emerald green eyes that glimmered when she earned a load of cum. I stood at 5’7″ tall and 150lbs. Dishwater blond hair and dashing blue eyes that can stare daggers or encouragement with a single look. My beard game was on point at the time, as well.

Highschool Girlfriend [MF]

I was in high school during the times where phones didn’t have cameras and you had to take nudies with a digital camera and email them..

There was a girl that was a grade higher than me in high school that had my eye since I transferred to the school. She had soft blonde hair that hung halfway down her back with bright blue eyes and a smile thought could drop you to your knees. She was about 5’6” tall and weighed around 120lbs with a firm bubble butt, flat stomach, B-cup breasts and had a tan skin complexion. After a year of knowing her I finally pursued her over the course of 6 months.

It all started by playing the all-too-juvenile game of 20 questions. Things got steamy fast and we often sexted and shared fantasies with one another. It got to the point where she would basically take a nude photo shoot every day when she got home from school and email them to me. We would have phone sex at least 3 times a week over the course of the 6 months. Then came the time where we would hang out maybe once a week and always fool around. After we fooled around for about a month we started to have sex. All kinds of sex, quickies, passionate long bouts, rough, anal, all of it.

unEXpected anal [MF] – long ish

First time posting so take it easy! Discovered this Reddit a few months back and I enjoy reading about people’s sexual experiences. Hoping one day it will happen to me and I can write about it. I think it’s cool that people can chat off Reddit and meet but I feel like a majority of the people who post here are from America.

This is by far probably one of the most memorable sexual experiences. Some background, my ex is about 5’7, long legs, black hair with beautiful dark eyes, the ones you get lost in when you look for too long. She has an athletic build, b cup size boobs with a nice curvy butt. She had a decent sex drive not the greatest but was good enough. She’s only had one partner before me.
About me, I’m 6ft, dark features, athletic build, not super muscular but very athletic. I play a lot of sports and gym at least 3 times a week. I would say I have a pretty high sex drive. For those who care just above average down there. I’ve only messed around with a couple girls just hand jobs and fingering. So my ex was my FIRST for a lot of things…

31[F] lets me 19[M] fill her up twice + anal

This all starts with me being a horny introvert in college who doesn’t party or drink. So in my search for sex, I met K. We met online and she thought I sounded fun and liked my cock. I’m not the biggest around but I was the biggest for her.

Eventually we decided she’d get a hotel in town (we’re only 40ish minutes away). After my shift at work I showered and went out. I first went to Walmart for some condoms, but we didn’t end up using them. I then went to the hotel.

I should say K is quite thick, and not with a c. I have to say a lot of extra weight is not super attractive in my view, but I wanted to fuck someone and I think after last night I don’t care as much. Her tits were pretty big and they were very sensitive.

So I knock on the door and there she is with only a red shirt. Pulls me in with a quick hello, kisses me and takes me to the chair to see take off my pants and blows me. She knew what she was doing.

Something new. [MF] [Prost] [Anal]

‘What do you mean stale?’ Isabella shouted across the bedroom. She emerged from the bathroom, tying up her thick black hair with the ferocity someone might use to load a shotgun. Michael kept his bright, cool eyes on Isabella’s, such a dark brown they nearly looked black against her pupils. He spoke in his slow, measured way, as Isabella changed into scuffy pyjamas, the nice underwear she was planning on wearing, discarded to the en suite floor.

‘Honey-bunny….’ He started, before, with a hiss of breath, Isabella raised an index finger, ‘Don’t you use pet names on me!’

Michael waited a beat, and then continued, ‘It’s not you. I just want to try something new, something different.’

Isabella had been tightly wound, ready to respond to any personal attack, but as usual, Michael’s careful, easy responses disarmed her anger, and left her feeling rather foolish. She moved forward in silence and sat on the edge of their bed. Michael couldn’t help but gaze, even with her hair tied back with a bright purple scrunchie, her usually elaborate makeup removed, and dressed in an old T-shirt and some shorts, she still radiated beauty and warmth.

Something new [MF] [Prost] [Anal]

‘What do you mean stale?’ Isabella shouted across the bedroom. She emerged from the bathroom, tying up her thick black hair with the ferocity someone might use to load a shotgun. Michael kept his bright, cool eyes on Isabella’s, such a dark brown they nearly looked black against her pupils. He spoke in his slow, measured way, as Isabella changed into scuffy pyjamas, the nice underwear she was planning on wearing, discarded to the en suite floor.

‘Honey-bunny….’ He started, before, with a hiss of breath, Isabella raised an index finger, ‘Don’t you use pet names on me!’

Michael waited a beat, and then continued, ‘It’s not you. I just want to try something new, something different.’

Isabella had been tightly wound, ready to respond to any personal attack, but as usual, Michael’s careful, easy responses disarmed her anger, and left her feeling rather foolish. She moved forward in silence and sat on the edge of their bed. Michael couldn’t help but gaze, even with her hair tied back with a bright purple scrunchie, her usually elaborate makeup removed, and dressed in an old T-shirt and some shorts, she still radiated beauty and warmth.

[MF] I’m yours (light D/s, anal, long)

You’re already sitting on the couch when I get home from work, a nice surprise since I usually beat you home by an hour or two. I say hey and casually do what I always do right when I get home, only making it slightly more of a show for your benefit: I pull off my shoes, then my bra, then strip off the rest of my clothes. I like to be naked at home a lot of the time in summer, which I don’t think you’re quite used to yet – we haven’t lived together that long. Not that you’re complaining. I cross the room toward you and straddle you, sinking into your lap and giving you a long kiss, trying to tell you without words how horny I’ve been all day.

Something about being naked in your lap while you’re fully dressed fires up my submissive streak. Your shirt is cool against my nipples, your pants rough against my thighs. I kiss along your jaw to your ear and ask, “What are you going to do to me tonight? I’m all yours….”