To White Trash Tanya, wherever you may be [MF]

Dear slut:

I’m sorry. When I was 18 you made an offer to an immature boy, not at peace with who he was on the inside, and he never followed through. The man he’s become regrets that, in many ways, and if you’d met me even one year later things would have been very different. I want to let you know that I wish things had been different and we both could have had a lot more fun that year you lived in the apartment above me.

I remember the first time we met. It was the week I moved in to my first apartment and we were both hanging out with the paroled felon, his pregnant wife, and his addict buddy who lived on the first floor. It was your day off and you’d been drinking since you woke up, unshowered and still wearing your pajama pants and a stained and almost see through threadbare white t-shirt, clearly with no bra. I couldn’t stop staring at your nipples. You caught my eyes and I pretended not to look. You kept engaging me and I tried to seem disinterested. You were my “type”, with dark hair, dark eyes, but you weren’t that pretty or in particularly good shape, what you did have was a raw and open sexuality, probably combined with the inhibition of the alcohol, and I found that far more attractive than your looks.

[27F] My Gonewild Manifesto & FAQs [F]

Hi all! I had a lot of fun with my last r/gonewildstories post, so I thought this might be a fun creative way to journal and catalog it all for myself and for everyone!! In no particular order, but due to a lot of inbound messages from strangers…

**Have your breasts always been that big?**

My breasts have probably been around this size ever since I was around 16 or 17 years old. I’ve gained a couple cup sizes since then, but I’ve been largely around this size since the later half of high school.

**What was it like growing up with boobs that big?**

I’m by nature more of an introverted, quiet, quirky kind of personality. I’m a middle child, so I tend to gravitate to being the mediator in the group. I like to play board games with friends, I’m really good at that one Mario Party game where you aggressively spin the joystick around to paddle the boat, I used to think I most identified as an air bender but now I’m coming to think my personality is more water bender, and I have the patience to make a really good smore. I think you can tell in my writing, but I have a lot of distinct quirks and tastes.

[MFM] How I became a Bull

I’ll be using initials just to keep anonymity. Enjoy!

So first a little back story about me during this time. I had just turned 20 and it was the summer just after my freshman year of college when I returned home for the break to work. Growing up I played a lot of competitive sports but one of the more serious ones was tennis and I really loved the game. I still continue to play but naturally during the summer it was an easy transition for me to give lessons or just be a hitting partner for the more serious players. That is where I met K. I will always remember the day when I first laid my eyes on K, I saw her walk by the court as I was in the middle of teaching a young kid how to properly volley. I got distracted as she swayed her hips walking next to the fence line to the clubhouse, my eyes glued as my neck turned to follow. K was utterly gorgeous. Her 5’6” 120lb (estimating) frame walked with such grace as her long dirty blonde hair flowed through the wind. She was 28 but looked much younger than her age suggested. The white skirt she had on perfectly shaped her firm ass while the black tank top cupped the rest of her body showing her toned figure. I snapped back as the kid hit me in the leg with a ball that I just tossed up to him. I shake my head out of it and get back into focus on the lesson.

It actually ended when we didn’t kiss [FM]

*Yes, my husband knows every part of this story. It’s not exactly a fairytale ending to this saga, but life is long and often strange.*

Alright. I’m going to answer the question I’ve gotten so many times. I’ve often written about this same guy who I had good sex with because our stories were vast and epic. I inevitably get asked in each post why we didn’t work out if we cared about each other so deeply and were physically compatible.

Because we were BAD for each other on every other level.

*This is a sex story, but it’s probably not the one you’re envisioning. Skip to the end if you don’t want to read a small novel.*

Please keep in mind that when you read stories about my best friend, you’re reading about the one part of our relationship that consistently worked. This is the paradox of Viola- y’all get dropped into fantastic scenes without context and taken out when I decide it’s time to end the story. I don’t have to be fair to the narrative or whole in my depiction.

*But let me try to paint a better picture…*

NSFW — Here’s a little thing you can try if you’re into BDSM — Male in Charge

When your slave returns from work help with her bags and coat and have her sit down. Once she sits down tell her you are going to grab something … you return shortly and blindfold her and place a leash and collar around her neck.

You then put her on the floor on all fours and walk her to your play room … you guide her over to the strap table to strap her in on her back. Start taking clothes off until you are down to the bra and thong. You will then need to grab the remote controlled vibrator and place just inside the thong and low mid setting and tell her if she attempts to move the vibrator by squirming then punishment would occur.

Then the question comes if they wanted to continue and if they agree the next step is to push the remote vibrator in and then take off the thong leaving just the bra on. Then grab your nine tail whip and lightly whip the pussy and stroke the whip and down the body there is an overwhelming sensation around your whole body from the whip and the vibrator. If they continue to squirm and scream grab the leash and have their head overhang the table and place your cock or balls to gag her while you intensify the vibrator.

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[mf] She said she didn’t want to have sex on a first date, but ended up begging me to put it in her by the end of the night

I met A for ice cream for our first date. She’s a cute curvy girl, a bit on the thicc side, with green hair and a cute, shy bubbly submissive energy. We instantly bonded over shared geeky interests, and also talked about kinks, and gradually started warming up to each other. I asked if she wanted to come back to my place, and she agreed but said we could play some games but wouldn’t be doing anything sexual today. I agreed to her terms, and she came back to my place.

We started out with several rounds of Mario Kart, sitting side by side on my couch, each stealing glances at the other (she’d blush whenever I noticed her looking at me and act all shy about it. It was cute!) Afterwards, since she is a fan of Magic, I taught her my favorite card game Dominion, and we played a couple rounds of that. After the second round I commented that I really felt a submissive energy from her, and asked her if I could kiss her. She squeaked a yes, and I stood up – and felt awkward hovering over her, so she stood too, and I kissed her. I asked if I could smack her ass, and she said “yes please”, and removed her phone from her back pocket to give me better access. I gave her a few good spanks, and she moaned deliciously. At this point we both agreed there was definitely good chemistry here, but she reiterated that she didn’t want to have sex on a first date, so we decided to put in another videogame, and went back to the sofa and put in Super Smash Bros. Before starting, I reclined my side, and said she could join me – and she came in close and cuddled up to me.

The Free-Use Town 3 [M/F∞]

I don’t know what the other guys are doing. Here’s the thing about us: We met in prison. No, we ain’t violent criminals. We didn’t kill no ones. I just sold weed to get by and, stupidly, I sold some to a cop. We’ve been on the up an’ up ever since we got out.

But man, David sure got lucky, and I’m even more lucky that he picked me.

David is a nice guy. He was in prison for boosting cars, but he’s a good guy. After prison, he managed to get a job as a mechanic. Kyle is in for B&E, and after he did his stint in the clink, he got a job for a locksmithing company, and he also makes YT video on how to lockpicks simple locks and stuff. Joe, Antonio and I started our own landscaping company, much to Antonio’s chagrin of not being able to get away from the stereotype. I don’t know what he’s talking about, he’s pretty much the boss of the company but he goes out into the field and work. He doesn’t have to, he can just sit in the office and do paperwork! Joe and Antonio went to jail for pretty much the same thing I did.

rules of a kinky marriage [FM]

Sorry it’s been a while since I last posted. Since the wedding, John and I have bought our own home finally. John was promoted from sous chef at his work to executive chef and now makes a very comfortable salary. Which has helped us build an even more comfortable home life. And since I’ve been a stay at home mom since COVID hit the world, it wasn’t easy finding time to maintain the lifestyle and the adaptations we made to keep after we started a family. But the bigger house and a better budget for child care has presented the opportunities to indulge with full force. So it’s an understatement to say I’ve been busy. But I missed posting here and sharing stories, especially since the wedding, John and I have once again changed the rules and expanded the dynamics of our sexual relationship. So I wanted to write something special in hopes to give everyone a chance to give a glimpse into and explore the full spectrum of just how kinky my marriage is. Instead of just one particular story, I want to explain the rules of our open relationship with a collection of both mine and John’s random and not so random acts of sluttiness, because trust me, he’s just as much of a whore as I am.

Naught Little Sub [mf] [kink list below]

Kinks: BDSM, Breeding, Creampie, Edging, Public, Orgasm Denial, Slave, Impact Play, Spit, Choking, Sex toys (Male & Female)

The sun was long gone after a day of it beating down on the concrete. The air was clear and the stars were shining bright. We were watching some murder mystery documentary on the TV whilst I scrolled through my phone on the couch. You look at the the clock.

“01:00 already?” You think.

You catch me looking at you with a smirk.

You: “What? is there something on my face?”

Me: “No, just thinking” I say with a more devilish grin crawling across my face.

You look at me slightly puzzled but look away and continue watching the movie in a daze.

You: “What is he thin-“.

Before you could finish what you were thinking, my hand gets a grip around your neck. Your neck has always felt fragile in my hand. The warmth, the muscle, the roughness of my skin against your soft, vulnerable small throat is enough to send shivers down your body. You feel the tingle between your legs. You begin to feel a little scared as you realize your at my mercy but this only excites you more.

New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 290-292) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]

**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.

Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.

## 290: Wolf Who Cried Girl

Participant Number Seventeen looked like an absolutely average human girl. Average build, average height, average chest, average shoulder-length black hair, average peasant medieval-style clothing. Her only distinguishing feature was a scarf that she kept loosely tied around her neck. And yet, this average girl killed her “teammates” in the previous round, shortly after taking their dicks from the front and behind.

Like the other participants, Ruby watched the girl approach while staying in the same puddle of blood she soaked the rock surface in previously.

Number Seventeen walked to the table, opposite of Bob who gestured her to take a ball and pull her opponent. The girl did exactly that without saying a word and opened unscrewed the wooden ball the moment she got her hands on it. She then placed the top shell of the wooden ball on the table and pulled a light-blue paper out of it.