Chapter 1- Vivid
I shot straight up out of my sleep from a dream; no, a memory that sprang back to life. I was shaking… trembling with excitement! I could hear the throbbing sounds of two heartbeats in my whisper quiet bedroom. My heart was racing… wait a minute.. the extra beat I heard was actually my cock throbbing violently.
Fuck…. I dreampt about her again. Why the fuck does that keep happening?
I curse and crawl towards my bedroom window. The minus 20 windchill was giving a new meaning to cold sweats. Man…. that was intense. I laugh out loud as I walk to my small kitchen to get a drink. Still frazzled I spin in circles, unable to decide wheater or not to find the light switch or a clean cup on my unorganized kitchen counter.*tink* there it is, as my still steel hard dick knocks two brandy glasses into each other on my table. I need to get this woman out of my head, but no amount of liqour, cigarettes, and the finest pussy that Canada could offer me was helping. I mean, it was awesome but sometimes, I wish I could forget her. Well, i wish I could at least archive that shit deeeeeep into my spank bank, like that section of the sketchy looking local xxx store that only has 80’s german tranny dungeon porn. I dont judge.
Tag: Bondage
Lechomancer Curses 9: Vengeance [mmmmmfff][oral][anal][orgy][bondage]
When her phone buzzed for the fifth time in twenty minutes, Lisa sighed. She looked down at Vivian, face buried between her legs. Viv’s kisses were desperate, knowing if she could get Lisa off, the intense build-up of her own urges would be instantly released. “Give me a moment,” Lisa instructed. Vivian nodded, mouth agape, face slick. Her pet looked disappointed.
The messages were from Lisa’s sister, Erin. Lisa snorted a little. Erin had been short with her since Lisa had started fooling around with Vivian a few months earlier. Erin felt betrayed that her straight best friend would start dating her sexually repressed sister. She had no idea that Lisa wielded otherworldly powers, or that Vivian had been transformed into a reality-hopping succubus.
Normally, Lisa would have just ignored Erin’s text. She was tired of trying to come up with excuses about why she and Viv were hanging out alone, and skipping the sexual nature of their encounters. However, this time Erin’s texts had a frantic tone.
“Call me.”
“This is important.”
“ASAP.”
“Seriously, Lisa, call me.”
“It’s about Michael.”
First time outdoor [m/m] – x-post from gaystoriesgonewild
*This is only my second story – happened a few years ago, but it is still one of my hottest memories.*
It was a very hot summer and I was on a business trip. I was browsing some hook-up apps, not really sure what I was looking for, apart from the fact that I wanted to be naked and tied up.
I started chatting with a guy and he was saying that it is far too hot in his place to play. As a joke I was saying that it is not too bad outside. He asks where I am and then tells me that only a few minutes walk from my place is a small park with a lot of trees and some playgrounds. He has played there with a guy in the past. I never ever thought about playing outdoors but suddenly I’m hard. I ask if it would be really safe and secluded. He reassures me that he played there before and that late at night no one passes. It’s totally crazy – and totally hot!!
A night to last a lifetime [m/f] (light dom, tickling, bj)
Where to begin? This is a confession of the second most amazing night with a woman that I’ve ever had. And she was not my wife.
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A little background. I am happily married to the love of my life. When we met, just out of college, we were full of lust as well as love, and went at it all the time, including some light dom/sub play. After a few years we began raising a family.
And then her depression happened. It was bad. Really bad. Crazy stuff. Suicide watch stuff. Hospitalization stuff. I stuck with her the whole time, incredibly straining as it was for our relationship and well-being. And we made it. After much trial and error with multiple pharmacologists and therapists, we found the combination of drugs that would keep her healthy and happy and sane. And… would also obliterate her sex drive.
Mind you, I’d rather have a sane, happy wife than a sex-crazed, bipolar one, so yeah, she’ll be on those drugs forever. And yet. I have needs. After all, the most amazing single night I ever had was a hormone-steeped dozen-orgasm sleepless night in a dorm room with an insatiable long-distance girlfriend. Those days were long gone, but regular ‘maintenance’ is still required, and though my wife felt bad about losing her libido, rarely was she motivated to help out. For me, that left only nights fapping to porn as the remaining alternative, right? Right?
A submissive fantasy. [fM] [fsub] [Mdom] [oral] [gagging] [bondage] [hello, Reddit, I’m a slut!]
I want it rough.
I want to go out with you, holding your hand and walking a step behind you, occasionally feeling your fingers grip my waist to rest on my lower back possessively. I want to tease you all night, adjusting my little skirt to where you catch a glimpse of my black lace, accidentally trailing my fingers across your lap and licking my red painted lips as my eyes slide down your body. you’d whisper in my ear that I was being a naughty pet, that naughty girls aren’t treated like nice girls. I’d challenge you, shrugging and smiling deviously before leaving a print of my lips on your jaw and sauntering away just to feel your glare on me.
you’d take me home then, growling as you drove, your hand clamped down on my thigh so I wouldn’t forget that I’m in trouble. Because I’m a tease. I’m a slut who can’t help but want you to want me, to tempt you with sultry glances and even sucking your finger between my lips when you tried to keep me from giggling, teasing, being naughty.
as soon as we stepped through the door, your hand would be in my hair. roughly wrapping it once, twice around your fist to control me, force me to submit to you as i trembled in delight for the punishment I warranted. you’d shove me to my knees, getting your cock out and telling me to fix the problem I caused, forcing me to take your cock like a whore…if I was going to act like a slut, you’d treat me like a slut.
Or maybe you’d tell me to keep my lips closed as you’d smear your pre-cum on my lips, denying me to taste it. Maybe you’d finally let me open up for you but grip my hair tighter when I’d surge forward, sliding my tongue over your head in my eagerness. You’d make me wait. You’d make sure I deserve it. I’d beg, plead, ramble on and on about how much I needed to feel your cock in my throat, how desperate I would be to taste your cum and feel it all over me.
You’d have enough, using your cock to shut me up. You’d fuck my mouth then; cock spearing through me, rubbing my lips and throat raw, using me as nothing more than a wet, tight hole to fuck. after I’d gagged on you, tears smudging my makeup, you’d haul me to my feet. tearing off the lace I teased you with and shoving me face down onto the bed, you’d spank me. Hard. Your cock pressing wetly against me as I’d lay across your lap, gripping anything I could reach as you’d slap me, causing my ass to bloom with colors as I whined and whimpered and squirmed. “don’t fucking make a sound,” you’d tell me, threatening to stuff my mouth with the scraps of my slutty panties.
I’d try. Oh god, I’d try to keep from whimpering. But you’d stuff me full with your fingers and I wouldn’t be able to help but let out a slutty moan.
you’d fuck me hard then. The lace of my panties against the already raw skin of my mouth, your hips slapping against the vermillion handprints on my ass. you’d shove my face into the bed, capturing my wrists behind my back as you’d screw me. I’d be letting out these muffled screams for you, body trembling as you’d use my cunt to chase your own release.
you’d cum all over my face, watching the desperate look in my eyes as your seed would decorate me. I’d go to rub my thumb through it so I could taste it, but you’d stop me. You’d take my ruined panties from my mouth, using them to secure my hands, forcing me to let your cum stay on my face because I’m a slut. Then, you’d walk out, leaving me trembling and defiled in a time-out of sorts. Because I’m a slut. And naughty girls aren’t treated like nice girls.
Sexy Shaz and balcony sex.
Alrighty, so lets talk about Shaz.
I’ve been seeing Shaz for a few months now, and I suspect her deviant nature is only just beginning to surface, even though I’ve had an inkling since our first night of hanging out together during which she confessed that she wanted to go down on another girl while I watched. She just threw it out there as a non-sequitur in a conversation that started about the Minions movie; and watched as I spluttered over my drink. I collected myself and grinned, “If it comes to that, I’ll happily watch.” She scowled, ‘fuck that, you’ll be getting involved as well.’
Nothing’s happened yet on that front, but watch this space, I’ll let you guys know how that turns out.
Shaz is a mid 30’s divorcee, and we met at a music festival through mutual friends. Nothing happened there, although we had a definite connection, albeit one fuelled by drink and drugs. We arranged to meet up a few weeks after the festival and Shaz procured a few more pills for us. We went back to hers and got naked and horizontal whilst in the throes of chemically-induced, loved-up passion.
Strange Love: Johnathan & Valentina [MF][light bondage][LOVE]
I return to my husband after a six month separation and his solution to saving our marriage is to take me on a Caribbean holiday. And then, when things don’t go his way, he handcuffs me to him as I sleep. The look on the staff’s face was priceless as we opened the door, handcuffed to each other to receive our breakfast tray. I was quiet at the breakfast table set up on our private balcony overlooking the sea as Johnathan read the news on his tablet. He finally put it down to look at me.
“I’m sorry about last night,” he said. “You’re frustrating the hell out of me. I don’t know what you want.”
“A divorce.”
“Not going to happen. Bad for business.”
I rolled my eyes until they settled on wave runners zooming by in the choppy sea. I looked down at the handcuffs and yanked his wrist. He yanked it back.
I asked, “How long are we going to stay handcuffed to each other?”
“As long as it takes.”
I sipped my coffee, nibbled on toast and relaxed in my chair letting the warm sun ease away my tension.
Sex at an Anime Convention, Part 2 [m22/f19]
[aka, The Time I Gave Rey Six Orgasms in Under an Hour]
Sorry about the long gap between chapters. As I said before, I’ve never written anything like this so I’m quite self conscious about it. I spent a lot of time rewriting it and then tidying it up. Also, this one is much longer but I hope completely worth it. Please let me know what you think in the comments, and more specifically give me any pointers you think I can learn from. I’m enjoying writing these, but I’m still not really sure if I’m doing them well. So…
When last we left off, I’d just fucked the hell out of my girlfriend, Rey, dressed as Sailor Jupiter at an anime convention. That night, she slept in her room with her friends (who were quite prude and would have raised too many eyebrows if she stayed with me) and I stayed in my room with my friends (who were secretly-not-so-secretly hooking up in the next bed). In all honesty, between running around in the wee hours to get everyone together for the convention, getting settled at the convention, running around the convention, and then fucking at the end of the day had me pretty tired so I went to sleep pretty easily to the sounds of poorly masked gasps.
Follow-up to my first bondage experience. A pic I took got me anal on a first date.
Neat little string of events. I tied someone up for the first time and posted about it on my [blog](https://playboyphilosophy.wordpress.com/2016/01/22/daddys-girl/) and on [reddit](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/429bi0/resentment_met_desire_and_gave_me_my_first/).
Later that day I met someone on the street who I fucked that day, who was curious about getting tied up. Posted about that [here](https://playboyphilosophy.wordpress.com/2016/01/24/clockwork/). The pic referenced in this post is from the second time hanging out with that girl.
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Becky. Tiny asian. We meet on Tinder. Set up plans. She tries to cancel an hour before because she’s “tired”. I give her shit for it. She feels guilty and comes out anyways. We meet at a bar downtown.
I get her an uber. She shows up and we hug, I kiss her neck. Get G&Ts. Sit in the corner. It turns out she’s a marine biologist that works at a poop processing facility. That made for some fun escalation.
LA > job > poop > dating > relationships > sex > kissing.
At one point we were talking about light bondage. I showed her the following pic, which I took of a chick that week. You can see the purple fucklight I reference in my blog posts.
TIFU By blowing my load at a strip club (NSFW)
So last weekend I was attending a bucks night with the boys. The typical sort of bucks day, lawn bowls, a decent meal, lots of alcohol and of course Strippers. The entire afternoon/evening was not out of the ordinary, we were giving the buck a lot of crap and drinking a heap as we bar crawled across the city. We eventually got to the Strippers just before midnight (we made a booking to ensure we would get in). By this time we were all truly intoxicated, we arranged for a crazy stripper experience for the buck, including toys, oil show, whip cream, slight bondage stuff, candles, the works. After watching the buck enjoy himself I thought I would treat myself to a dance, by this stage I was hanging to have tits and ass in my face. It took me about 5 minutes to find an incredibly busty stripper, she was in what I would call evening wear, a tight black (shiny) dress that had ample cleavage. After organising how much I was going to pay her she took me to the upstairs rooms (like a cubicle type arrangement, sort of semi private, you can’t see others around you but you can see people walking past and other strippers on top of there customers). So I am sitting there, we are having small (drunken) small talk and she is grinding and undressing in a very sultry and seductive way. She really starts getting into, I can’t remember the song or what it was but she just entered this zone as soon as the music changed. She got completing undresses and straddles me, I am facing a great pair of tits and being a tit man I am burying my face into her chest, as she does this she is grinding and bouncing on top of me like crazy. Despite wearing chinos the grinding as basically shifted my penis so that I am virtually feeling every pelvic movement she makes (the only way to describe it would be if you were lying horizontal and your penis falls onto your stomach. I should also note that chinos are not a skinny fit, they are more a pipe fit so they are a bit more relaxed around the things and calves). The grinding and bouncing is a mixture of fast and slow she will really work in and then slow down as if in slow motion and then pick up again. After I would say about a minute, maybe a minute and half of this I couldn’t contain myself, she kept going while I was sitting there jizzing my pants like a horny teenager. Eventually the song changed to another one and she switched things up, she continued the lapdance for 2 more songs before it concluded. When I got up and left, I ended up straight in the bathroom, looked dead in the mirror and could see a decent wet patch from where I had jizzed my pants. I have no idea if she knew, but the patch was slightly damp and warm to the touch so I have a feeling she may have known. Needless to say after spotting that, trying a quick clean up, I decided to leave for the night (too much excitement for one night and fear of being embarrassed by the other guys at the bucks night).