This happened a couple of years ago now, close to three. I was eighteen at the time, I had been working at this little McDonald’s doing third shift work for close to a year, and I enjoyed the job for the most part. My coworkers were great, my bosses were nice, but there was always one manager in particular whose company I enjoyed immensely. Her name is Dylan and from the moment I started working we got along very nicely. She always had a smile for me and treated me like more than an employee, which drew me towards her quite a bit. She was older than I was, about 32, and she was close to my size, about 2 to 3 inches taller (Im 5’11). She was well proportioned, with large tits and a giant ass to match, but she was also well built. She likes to lift weights, same as me, but her whole body was firm, but not in a bad way, she still had a lot of wiggle to her. She wasn’t “hot” but very attractive in almost every respect. For reference, I’m large, about 5’11 and well built, pretty muscular. But we hit it off as friends from the very beginning. I wasn’t aware at first, but my coworkers all thought it was odd, because she was a hard ass for everyone except for me. She always went out of her way to help me and give me advice. From day one we were flirty in a friendly way, and it only escalated when we were together on thirds. Wed share nearly everything with each other. Once I turned 18, she became less discreet. She would always rub against me in the kitchen but play it off as an accident, she’d pinch my ass as I walked by. I didn’t mind, I liked the attention, especially from an older and experienced woman, but I still didnt make any moves. I didn’t know what to do or say and I was probably misinterpreting things.
Tag: BDSM
[M/F/MtF][Light BDSM] My First Threesome
**tl;dr: Had a crazy awesome kinky threesome. If you just want to skip to the sexy parts, start in the third section. It’s still pretty long though.**
This past weekend was a wonderful, incredible time full of first-time experiences and fulfilled fantasies. I described the occasion to a friend over text message and I realized that this story was probably remarkable enough (and hot enough) to warrant sharing with a wider audience. This is my first time trying to write anything out like this, and I have no idea if I’ll be any good at it. I’ll be anonymizing the story as much as possible, but I will also be trying to relate this as accurately as possible. I don’t *want* to embellish, but this event is already a blur of emotions and touches and sensations in my memory and I can’t promise I’ll get everything in a truly factual order or relate everything with perfect accuracy.
[M]y [F]irst Tinder Hookup After Moving to Orange County
Long time lurker, first time poster to r/gonewildstories. If I’m being completely honest, this is my favorite subreddit, so I thought I should probably stop freeloading and contribute! This story comes from a few months back, but it was a good time. Here is a small window into my life, my personality, and some of the interesting parts of online dating that kind of contextualize this story in my mind. I hope you enjoy!
So fade in: It is August, and I just moved to Orange County in July for a new job as at a small startup company. I’m excited for many reasons, but if I’m being honest, one that was pretty high up there was getting my own room. For months I had been living in my own living room because my best friend (female, lesbian ex-gf, now completely platonic sister from another mister; long story) had needed a place to stay while figuring out her new direction and going back to school, and so at my old place, I had offered her my bedroom since I only had a 1bd. Now, having moved to Orange County into a 2 bedroom (she needed a change, and I didn’t really know anybody in OC, so I invited her to go with), I was pretty jazzed to be in a two bedroom since it would allow me some of the privacy I really needed to…have guests.
A visit to see a friend. MFF
(Apologies in advance, trying posting a story on here, can’t ever quite get the formatting right so it is being written on my phone)
I’ve been travelling for work and pleasure for most of my adult life. I’m in my late 30s, comfortable in my skin and job, and happily unmarried after a messy divorce a few years ago. I’ve learned to live within my means, and that doing so gives me a lot of options.
Recently I went on a trip, to see my family and friends. I had a long layover on the way back, and arranged to meet up with a friend (K). She and I had teased each other for years, but never actually had the chance for more than just that. She had always loved that I was dominant, into ropework and various other aspects of BDSM, and by her own admission had fantasized about being the partner in quite a few of my past adventures.
the purple dungeon [m/f][bdsm]
The minutes leading up to meeting my DOM always seem to drag on. Rarely do I get butterflies but with Him I get pterodactyls. This time, I was in the restroom getting ready. I distinctly remember our initial text exchanges where He described how I should dress to impress and how I should appear classy for Him. I always try to look my best when I present myself to Him and give Him the power to unravel my exterior and make me His perfect slut.
I deeply exhale and step out into the lobby to greet Him. A sly grin and a kiss tell me He approves as He guides me down the hall into the purple room just as I fantasized. He instructs me to kneel next to Him and I watch very carefully as He pulls items out of His bag. My eyes hopeful as ever and then I see Him slowly pulling out my collar. He helps me up and softly asks, “How do you serve Me?” I breathlessly reply, “With desire, devotion, obedience, and gratitude, Sir.” I breathe in deeply as the lock clicks into place. I try to hide my smile when He fastens a leash and proceeds to lead me around the room, letting me know of all the possibilities in store for me.
Milf math class [mf] [light bdsm] [fdom]
The clock read half past two, as Derrick slumped into his desk. 20 minutes was all that separated him from a weekend of freedom. He looked up to see Ms Hammond, his AP calculus teacher, write down Smartboard notes for the class. He squinted at the title. “Antidifferentiation”, it said. Fuck that, thought Derrick. He barely knew how differentiation worked. He put his head back down in defeat. It didn’t matter much to him, as he already received his college acceptance letter. Just 3 months longer and he’d be free from this hell hole they called high school.
Ms Hammond scanned her eyes across the room. Everyone was paying close attention to her as she subtly swayed her sultry hips. She knew exactly how to keep her students awake. Whether or not it was math that kept them awake or her toned body, she didn’t know. Not that it mattered a whole lot to her. As long as the material was taught and the class did well on the ap exam, she was a happy camper.
weekend with my sub wife and her our good friend who also became my weekend slave part 1 TRUE STORY
I have been asked in the /r/NSFWIamA post by some women to tell the story of how I spent the weekend with my sub wife and our friend, Celeste, living out her fantasy of being used and punished for the bad girl she is.
As background, this happened about 10 years ago, and we were visiting Florida for a long weekend. We left the kids and flew down, planning on meeting Celeste for some drinks the first night and had planned to have my sub serve me all weekend. We brought along our bag of toys, with the paddles, whips, clamps, dildos and other things that we use. Now very few people know what we do as it relates to our BDSM side, but Celeste happens to be one of the few people that know about it, and over the years had made jokes to me about how she would be my slut if my wife weren’t around. But they were usually after a few drinks and we always laughed about it. We checked in the hotel suite and were meeting Celeste for drinks. I wanted to relax for a while, so my wife went to meet Celeste. Now she was in the middle of a divorce at this time and I really wanted to not have to listen to the whole story of why it happened and the details of how unhappy she was at this point. So I told her to go have a few drinks and that I would be down at the bar in an hour of two.
Valentines Day S&M Club wife spanking
I have received positive feedback on the previous posts, so here is what happened Saturday night. TRUE STORY
I told my wife that we were going out and to wear her red bustier with a button down blouse, black stockings and garters and red panties with an ankle length skirt. She knew we were doing something fun, but had no idea what.
Keeping A Fresh Marriage[MF] [bdsm] [Fsub] [huml] [mast] [reluc] [swing]
I’ve been reading stories on here for a few years now. But this is my first time writing/ posting anything. Im sure there are some mistakes and i apologize for them in advance. Please be kind. And if you like it let me know in the comments and I will post more. Thank you for taking the time to read this.
One Perfect Day [MF][bdsm][oral][wax play][mdom][msub]
The bed is perfect for this sort of thing, they’d been told. California King, the biggest of the big. “Big enough for whatever you two have in mind,” the salesman said. Four thick, solid oak bedposts, floor to ceiling, secured the frame in space. The sheets were minimal but luxurious, as were the pillows. Nothing meant to distract, everything to serve a purpose. On each bedpost was secured a series of solid steel rings, in a column of ten from floor to ceiling. Thick curtains could be drawn over the entire sleeping area, if desired. The bed was, in fact, the main reason they picked this particular spot. And it had afforded them a most luxurious, deeply fulfilling sleep.
He was still asleep when she woke. The room was still but for the dust motes dancing in the early morning light, and the rise and fall of his chest. They’d started the night in each other’s arms, but in the huge bed their sleeping forms must have drifted away from each other. He was on his back, arms wide, sheet tangled and kicked away. She could see all of him. It was a novelty to look at him undisturbed. So often, because they were sneaking around, they made frantic love half dressed or in dark corners. It was heaven to be able to watch him now with no concern of the time or who might stumble in.