Speaking Bad (x-post to sluttyconfessions) [MF] [interracial] [cheating]

I am a 32 year old white guy. 6’2”, full head of light brown hair, blue eyes, 185 lb. in good shape. I have been married two years and I’ve been with my wife for 5 years. Over that time I have had 2 one-night stands, nothing I am proud of.

I have recently started having an affair with a 21 year old African American college girl. Here is that story. It is a true story. I have changed the names and some of the details to protect everyone’s identity. The dialogue is all approximate but as accurate as I can recall. It does include some very loaded racial terms so be warned.

I work in a major American city. Me and a few guys from work went for after work drinks a couple months ago. My wife was out of town so I was free for the night. My colleagues are both in their mid-20s and single. We went to a place near where my colleagues lived which was also close to a college campus.

My [F] forced orgasm experience with a married man (part 5)

“I want you really wet for this,” Sam said as I lowered myself onto the machine, spreading my pussy across the little nubby pad that Sam assured me would prepare me to take in the cock attachments he’d yet to put on the machine. I was shaking from nervousness and arousal and shame – not only was today the day I would lose my virginity, but I was losing it to a BDSM machine operated by married man, who’d already done countless filthy things to my body. Moreover, I’d agreed to do this in his apartment that he stayed in on nights that things with his wife got really bad, and the tiny quarters made everything we did feel even more illicit.

Then Sam turned on the Sybian, and it was like he’d flipped a switch in me from ‘remorseful’ to ‘begging for it’.

“Describe how it feels,” Sam said as I writhed over the rumbling machine, feeling its powerful vibrations shake my legs and stimulate my whole pussy.

“It feels like it’s going IN me,” I moaned as the Sybian’s vibrations rolled over my whole lower half, and embarrassingly, two minutes later, I started to chant, “Gonna come gonna come please let me come daddy.”

Have a Seat Mr.Rowan. [M/F] (advice/requests needed!)

Misguided deviation from work, longer than normal break hours, a drop in productivity of the group due to easily avoidable mistakes, 3 security breaches in the past month… It wasn’t looking good for Mr. Rowan. I tried to suppress a swelling sigh of disappointment. He came into the company highly recommended by a close friend and colleague of mine, and for the first 6 months he was something if an office rockstar. Good leadership, high charisma and incredible drive. But within the past 3 months he was absolutely nose diving. This would mean a painstaking meeting to discuss demotion, I hated these. Like any CEO, I just wished every employee could just find their place in the clockwork, and leave me time to deal with personal affairs. The most annoying one at the moment was finding a new outlet for my all the pent up …energy. But then again, when you are this high up, the work becomes personal. The last man who I kept to help me with these matters was not to bad, I kept him around as an intern. However, I ended up sending him of to work with a new business partner in an act of goodwill. She took a liking to him during a visit to see a new site and requested him as a new PA. It wasn’t too hard to let him go, he was more than willing to jump at the chance to climb the socioeconomic ladder. This time I couldn’t suppress the frustrated sigh, and the to distract myself by returning to the matter at hand. I distractedly texted for my PA, a fresh out of college intern with the biggest blue eyes and a will to impress that practically radiated of him in an overly sweet aura. Though the rest of him seemed well past puberty, he seemed to have kept the persistently cracking voice and bedraged appearance from highschool. “Yes Ma’am, CEO”, he squeaked out, while brand new business shoes not too subtly slide on my marble office floors. “Ben, I told you to call me Lily, and get non slip soles, you are a safety hazard. I need you to schedule Mr.Rowan, one of our new engineers to come in to meet with me tonight. I think he’s working with the cybersecurity dept. currently. Fit him in wherever I have time. It should be a quick appointment.” He stumbled over a quick apology and shuffled out of the office, tripping over the door as he left. Poor thing, am I really that scary?

My New Bratty Mistress

My owner of 2 years went to work in the States and rather than leaving me alone, She gave me to a friend. I’m 60 years old and my new Femdom Goddess is 19! It’s one thing being ruled by someone near your own age but being ruled by someone a third your age is very strange. My new Femdom Goddess is very new to the lifestyle but a quick learner. We discovered early on that she has a sadistic side and that she is also very bratty at times which makes me bite my lip often.
Trouble is, my last Owner ordered me to serve Femdom Goddess Kim, my new Owner in whatever way She wants. So I have no other option but to be Kim’s bitch until Mistress returns and takes Ownership of me again. My new femdom goddess is starting to find Her way as She learns more about being my Owner. Goddess also speaks to my last Mistress when She wants advice on different ways to make my life hard. She loves showing me off to Her Friends and they all have a lot of fun ordering me around, using me and making me perform like a pet dog. The shame and humiliation at being at the beck and call of someone so much younger than I am is incredible! I have an almost permanent erection.
My young and beautiful femdom goddess told me that She was having some Girlfriends over last weekend and She expected me to be on my best behavior or else! I left work early on Friday and went to help Her prepare for Her get together. As usual when I arrive, I am stripped and made to crawl to where Femdom Goddess is and She fits my collar and leash. I am then plugged either laying across Her lap or standing with my legs apart and Mistress looking into my face and laughing as I wince when She forces my butt plug in my anus. Mistress is not a gentle Owner and I always leave feeling used and sore after our sessions together.
Once all the preparations for the get together were done, Mistress decided to have a little play session with me. She had me fix up Her spare bedroom as a BDSM room with various hooks fitted into the ceiling and walls. Tonight She decided to bend me over the bench and face fuck me with a strapon while She flogged my arse. I was then allowed to lick Her to orgasm. After, I ran Her a bath and washed Her hair, back and feet. Once we were done, I dried Her off and then had a quick shower before She chained me to the bottom of Her bed and we both went to sleep.

My girlfriend and her friend, part 1 [mff]

Have you ever had one or two sexual experiences you constantly try to recreate? That has been the case for me recently. If you [go back here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4iiyle/my_first_threesome_in_a_brothel_in_prague_22mff/), you can read about my first threesome, which was the first such experience. To summarize: I went to a brothel in Prague and had a sublime experience, simultaneously releasing much of my shame (and my cum. So much cum.)

This story begins about three months from that, when I met Bee. Actually, I had met her before, but only once—she was my brother’s friend, and made me gluten-free bao (dumplings). She had lived in China and learned to speak Chinese there, which was about all I knew about her then. Fast forward to the present: I am lucky enough to live in a comfy apartment with a shared pool. I get a text from her:

>hey, asonetwothree! asdonetwothree’s brother gave me your number! Can I come over and swim in your pool?

I remember thinking she was cute when I met her, and something about this text excited about me. I wrote it off as her being whimsical, as she was.

I’m making EroticaShelf, an erotica search engine and directory. Help me make it better!

Hey /r/eroticliterature,

Having read erotica for many years, I grew somewhat frustrated by the lack of a good search engine. So, I decided to make a site with all the stuff I’ve wanted! Current features:

* Tag-based searching, including allowing “or” tag statements (ex. show me all stories tagged with “bdsm” OR “bondage” OR “ropes”)
* Filtering on word count and posted site
* Save previous searches and easily browse latest stories for each search from the home page
* Favorite authors and stories! Get email updates when favorite authors add new stories, and when favorite stories get new chapters.
* Also allows for writing and hosting stories on the site itself.

It’s still pretty raw at this point, but if anyone has any thoughts, I’ll keep working on it!

One note: to save searches and favorite authors and stories, you need to create an account, but doing so doesn’t require an email. Just username and password is fine, and you just need an email if you want to get emailed updates for your favorites (or reset password, the usual stuff).

Current known deficiencies:

I [F] finally had sex with my ex-girlfriend

BACKSTORY:
My ex and I broke up 4 years ago because she moved away to adventure. It was entirely amicable and she comes back about twice a year to visit me. She was my first real girlfriend (was just figuring out my sexuality) and I have always been weird about sex due to past trauma, so I never had sex with her while we were together (about 4 months)

This Christmas she came back for 2 days to stay with me. We were out playing pool and drinking wine when I got brave and decided to tell her what weighs on my mind constantly.

“You know, I always regret that I never got to have sex with you. You’re so hot and amazing.. I just was new to this and nervous.. I was afraid I’d be no good at it” I leaned in close to her and said with a half bashful smirk.

“I really always regretted that too but I understood” she returned my bashful smirk as she paused then continued, “it’s not too late you know.”

Stories from a Dominant – Melissa – Chapter One [M/f] [Professional] [Mdom] [Fsub] [NoSex] [Setting the scene]

Stories from a Dominant

Melissa

Chapter 1

7.55pm. My watch beeps as I step out of the car, 5 minutes early for an appointment, as usual. In my five years since leaving the military, many habits have faded, some for the best, but punctuality isn’t one.

It doesn’t really seem fair to let down my guests, as I like to call them, when they are usually so eager to learn, to comply, and to behave – even when they’re trembling with nerves.

I smirk as I think back to my first guest, as I scan the front windows of my own house, noting that every blind is drawn as instructed. She’s ready.

It’s a bit of an odd setup I have for my guests, but it works for me. To give you a bit of context, I live in the rear of the house, which is completely sealed off from the front ‘office’.

I discovered many years ago that leaving first and allowing my guests to visit the office – without me there – letting themselves in, and signalling with the blinds when they were ready, solved so many problems of a semi-professional BDSM life.

Gentlemen are dead [MF]

[MF]

It was just an usual cold and typical friday evening in which me and my two best buddies went to our favorite bar to drink some beer and play some darts. Around just the same few old creeps of always who almost lived in the bar, showered in beer and cried about their past. I was not in the best mood since that sames’ weeks’ monday I had gone through a hard break up. Throwing big words around about how gentlemen, like me, just get used like toys and how I would from now on become a fuckboy and bang the first sexy chick to enter the bar.