Tag: Bondage

My wife asked how many partners I’d had. Here’s my answer… [MF, MFF]

(Disclaimer: I hope this is the right place. Not ‘gone wild’ exactly, not to the extent of so many others on here, but I’ve peppered a few details in here and there, where it seemed worth sharing… but really this is here because after so many years together, my wife asked me the question, and I thought I might share the answer).

0 – Denise

She made a generous offer, that I could sleep in her room the night of the winter ball. We both had a lot to drink, and I remember how amazing her dress looked as it clung to her curves. To this day, the thought of the neckline, what it showed, what little it didn’t, is enough to cloud my mind.

We were friends, nothing more, but when she asked me to help her unzip her dress suddenly there was electricity in the air, and I took my time, brushing her hair aside, running my fingers over her shoulders… Something changed, and when the zip slowly moved down her back, I thrilled at the realisation she had no bra on underneath. As it slid to the ground, I felt light-headed – she was there before me, arm over her breasts, wearing nothing but brief panties, high heels and a pair of tan stockings. (For all those girls who came after, and who wondered where my stockings fetish came from, this is where). Read more »

The Argument [MF] [bd] [oral] [fdom]

“Did you remember to pick up my coat from the dry cleaners?” my girlfriend, Annette, asked as she briskly walked into the room?

I didn’t even hear her come in as I was playing an old Counterstrike game when I should have been doing a collage assignment. I told her this morning that I would be finishing it that afternoon.

“For fuck’s sake, Cliff, you forgot, didn’t you”? she asked, looking annoyed as hell.

“Is that the time?” I asked, looking at my watch, already going into my whole ‘pretend I forgot’ routine.

“Don’t even”, she said, disappearing into the kitchen. It is going to be one of those afternoons, I thought.

I was wrong.

I was going to get up and follow her into the bedroom and try and worm my way back into her good books again, but I saw a chance to take out a bad guy on the roof of a factory. I hate campers with sniper rifles. Read more »

Lechomancer Succubus Chapter 5: Prisoners [mmf][toys][bondage][oral]

As they headed through the demon castle, Taput lazily held the end of the chain in his left hand. The silver links went back to Ashlynn’s wrists, held slightly in front of her as she walked, through the metal link in the cuff, and back up to the leather collar she wore. Ashlynn walked along, watching Taput’s legs, nearly mesmerized by the swirling green glow, like ever shifting tribal tattoos cover his muscular body.

Ashlynn’s Succubus, a purple demoness that shared Ashlynn’s name and face, walked along behind, copy Ashlynn’s pose and movements, grinning widely to herself.

They were deep within the labyrinth of the castle. After Ashlynn had heard the demons use the name Brittney, she had been intrigued, and had ordered Taput, who was now enslaved to her, to take her to investigate. Ashlynn had at least a vague conception of all the demons who served Lisa, and therefore, she had assumed, Lisa’s Master Erostopholes. This new name had been a mystery she couldn’t ignore, even though she was charged to get Lisa’s book from the library. Read more »

[m/f] my weekend with A: day 2 (warning: extremely long) (pics)

TLDR: a day of spanking, sex, switching, and sightseeing
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This is the second day of my weekend with A, a 30-something woman I’d met online and was spending a weekend with in a cabin somewhere in the western US. [On our first day together](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/54yxt7/mf_my_weekend_with_a_day_1_warning_extremely_long/), I spanked her until she cried, covered her with come, gave head to a squirter for the first time, and fucked her until the mattress was soaked. That night, after dinner, the power went out and eventually we went to bed.

For those of you who need to know, I’m 6′ tall and was about 280 at the time of this story. A had long dark hair, dark brown eyes, C or D cup breasts, was about 5’6 and 150 pounds, and was divorced with children who were at their dad’s. She had nice hips, a great ass, and one hell of a pain tolerance. I was in my mid-30s, and she was about 30 herself.

Anyway, as I was saying, the power came back on just before 1:00 in the morning. Let me tell you how I know this. Read more »

My Freaky GF ({public, M/f} {F/m, prostate massage, rimming}) (Two short stories in one)

I can not believe that it has been almost 3 months since I shared this: https://redd.it/4n1bua story with you all, work has been hectic so I haven’t been able to write as much as I had hoped.

Eve (from the story above) and I have decided that we are no longer FWBs and are dating now (we didn’t want to say we were dating at first because of how much I travel for work). Read more »

Little Red, Riding Hood [Shape Shifter, Modern Fairytale]

Hi. My name is Farah. I run Play Farah Publishing, a little erotic publishing house out of Las Vegas, NV. I am not an author, but I wrote this story to promote one of my authors and ended up being really, really proud of it. I’m posting it here because I want people to read it and would be interested in your feedback. I’m going to post a link to this same entry from my blog in the comments, but only because I commissioned a painting from a friend of mine to go along with the story, and she ended up doing a really amazing job.

Ummm…thanks! and I hope you enjoy.

I lay beside my big bad wolf, hands buried in his downy fur. Sometimes I stroke against the natural grain of his hair then smooth it back down. Other times I clutch at him for dear life. For now, I just keep my face pressed against his warmth and feel my head rise up and down with each deep breath, and I reflect on the truth that fairytales really do come true, just not in the ways that we expect.
As I drift, I picture the old man’s face—a grandfather in my story, not a sweet old granny—as I danced on his lap. Danced is a generous term. I stood in front of him, grinding my lacy red panties into his lifeless crotch and looking over my shoulder to see if anything was registering on his face. Nothing. He just stared past me, black-faced, not even looking at the stage. I was blocking his view. He was just staring through me. Read more »

The real story of how we met. F(24) M(28) read it from both points of view!

So me and my girl friend for fun decided to recall the true story of how we met from both of our view points. Anyway here it is!

His version:

So a little background I had just broken up with a girl and was pretty much done for a while with “relationships”.  I was simply in the market for some guilt free sex.  Now while I was with said girl we had experimented with some more kinky things like bondage as well as some slapping and choking.  She was also my first anal sex.  So going forward I knew I needed a girl with similar interests in the bedroom as my thirst for the kink had only grown since then. Read more »

Fulfilling a (F)riend’s rape fantasy

I’d known Nicki for a couple of years after we met through a site called Locanto. We’d had some fun encounters but she didn’t seem interested in fooling around with me any more. Perhaps I was a bit old for her; she’s somewhere in her 30’s and I’m the wrong side of 50. I’m in great shape, run regularly etc but at 5′ 10′, 66kg and balding I’m certainly not most women’s idea of a handsome desirable guy.

Nicki and I had fallen into a pattern of just catching up for the odd platonic lunch. I loved to hear of her adventures and she said she enjoyed having someone to talk to, who was non judgemental and with whom she could really open up. I think she also loved to tease, and I loved to be teased.

Over one of our lunches she spoke of a failed attempt to hook up with a guy to pursue her bondage fantasies. He’d advertised seeking a partner in crime and they’d had a couple of attempts to tee something up with a professional dominatrix. He’d dicked her around a little (and had wanted her to pay half) and she’d called it off. I commiserated of course and after drawing her out on what she’d like to explore, magnanimously offered to help her out if she’d like. Read more »

An Arrangement [MFF] [Bi] [Bd]

The question I always come back to is this: what do I want from our arrangement? Is it enough just to dissolve? When I was younger I remember going to visit some friends of friends who lived in the backend of nowhere. We sat around at night, listened as we tried to impress each other, drank some local paint stripper because of course we had to try what the area had to offer. We’d built a fire out of a few broken chairs that lay discarded in the barn. I threw match after match at those damn chairs but in the end it took a gleeful slosh of petrol and a forever lost zippo to get it started. The paint turned into latex and peeled back to show the grain of the wood before it all turned black. And when no-one was looking I held my hands as close to the fire for as long as I could stand it, and then for a little longer still. I had fucked someone that night, but it had been a clumsy thing motivated by obligation, and I ended up back in my own room where I fell asleep. At some point I remember waking and when I opened my eyes there was nothing. The darkness was so complete that it started to take on a hue that I had no name for. And surrounded by that tinted absence it was as if all that was left was the fire in my hands, like the rest of my body had dissolved, and all I had to remind me that I was a person was the residual tingling heat emanating from my palms. But the more I concentrated on the feeling in my hands, the more insubstantial I felt myself becoming, until I was sure that the fire was all there was left. And the feeling was wonderful. Read more »