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The Elf Wife: Hot Springs Seduction [M/F, fantasy, oral, handjob, masturbation, voyeur, cum marking]

Two dark eyes peered out from the top of the rocky outcropping. The small creature canted its beaked head curiously at the naked human soaking in the steamy water, unsure of what to make of the stranger.

Tobias of Winterbourne had never seen the cat-sized creature’s like. As the animal crawled cautiously into view, Tobias could see that it possessed an angular avian head with piercing eyes. Its forelimbs functioned like legs, but supported a folding membrane that stretched back along its sinuous body. Some sort of wings? Its small, sleek feathers ranged in color from brownish black on its dorsal side to tan to nearly white on its stomach.

“Hello there, fellow,” he said with an affable smile. The creature didn’t appear hostile, and Tobias was put more at ease upon seeing a finely-wrought silver collar about its neck. Some nobleman’s pet, apparently. “I’m not invading your territory, am I?”

The beast squawked guardedly.

“Or are you after some of this?” The human reached behind him for a handful of butter biscuits from his small pack. He broke off a sizable piece and tossed it to his visitor. Read more »

Reading in bed [F]

Your phone buzzed and, your heart jumping, you glance down at it expectantly. Sure enough, it contains a message from me. You hurriedly unlock your phone and open the app. Enclosed is that day’s story. As your eyes rake the small screen you can feel your pussy grow slick with cum. You find yourself squirming, aching to create contact with something, anything as the story develops. My words never failed to excite you. They were always so detailed and explicit that that you could easily close your eyes and imagine yourself taking the lead role, regardless of how fanciful. Today’s story was no different. Pausing, you close your eyes and picture my strong arms holding close as my cock thrusts in and out of your cunt. You can almost feel my hardness violating your swollen sex, your vaginal walls gripping and tugging as I saw in and out of you. Your hand drifts unconsciously to the outside of your panties, and you are not surprised to find a small patch of wetness. Lately, despite the physical reaction my stories elicited, you could not bring yourself to take it any further and achieve that much desired release. Reluctantly, you move your hand back to your phone and continue scrolling. Read more »

[MF] my masseur goes a little bit deeper… (pic of my wet pussy posted)

FIRST POST : https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6hd4hw/mf_wishing_my_masseur_would_go_a_little_bit/?st=J594A2P6&sh=d745fddc

After a long month, I headed into my massage after smoking a quick joint on the walk over to the spa. I always hate making eye contact with the receptionist, because chances are they are slightly judging my stoned self. Oh well.

I was only able to get an hour long massage (rather than my standard 1.5hrs), since… GASP… my sexy masseur is moving… out of state. And since he is leaving, he was all booked up with massages. I was disappointed, but happy to get an hour and even happier that this was my out… it was now or never to make a move and even if I get shot down, it wouldn’t matter because he is leaving. It was the perfect situation. I couldn’t have been been more excited.

He comes back to grab me and takes me back to the room. We did the standard… what kind of massage are you looking for, what are we focusing on… I was dying to say those skilled fingers all over and inside of my pussy. But, alas, I was super awkward and just said full body, focus on my (thighs… upper, inner thighs…) neck/shoulders. He does this like should I leave while she is changing sort of dance and ends up out the door, so I change. He walks back in the room and I’m certain I’m almost soaked thru the fucking sheets already. Read more »

A Cumming Together – Chapter One [MF] [partial-BDSM]

6.00 AM

I can still taste her lipstick, smudged over my thumb sweet, acid, rancid taste floating inside the cab. It’s early by the looks of things, streets not busy, people shuffling and that tinge of twilight. On the way to the office got to stop by the apartment get redressed, this shirt covered in stains glittering with a battered shade of scarlet and brown. Sleeve torn, button MIA. The cab jerks to the corner, I move for the door gesturing a stuttered form of thank you, gracefully crossing the polyculturlistic gap of endearment. On to the curb, reaching back for the briefcase and with a quick tug I am outside and into the cold. I am waiting for the bourbon, lack of sleep, and those insolent lines of coke to fade. Where is the hollowness? I keep waiting … the elevator door opens and I begin to soar to the 14th floor in one of those lifts with the regional voices. I think she is Scottish, though maybe I am detecting a northern twang. It’s sexy with that authoritarian swagger, can’t say I like that, but, a few ideas trickle into my head of a plan to silence her. Read more »

[FM] Sex Starved Dirty Pen Pals (long)

Her Craigslist ad caught my attention. “Type dirty to me” was the headline. She was 44, partnered but in a sexless relationship for five years and wanted to exchange dirty emails with somebody, nothing more. Her words resonated, as I was years into a dead bedroom marriage. She invited responses with explicit stories.

I was in Denver attending a trade show. From my hotel, I began composing my response. “Hi, I’m Kevin, 5’11”, clean and fit. I would love to eat you out and make you cum.” I began a fantasy. “Imagine you’re in your bedroom. You hear a knock on your door. You’ve been rubbing your wet pussy, waiting for my arrival all day long. I feel the tip of my cock leaking pre-cum. You cast off your bra and panties. I notice your pussy is already glistening, as your hot juices leak out …” I proceed to describe in excruciating detail my physical exploration, breathing in her intimate scents, building up to an oral teasing of her damp pussy, culminating in an intense, convulsing orgasm on my face, triggered by my tongue and fingers’ exploration. Read more »

Kerri and Me Pt 1 [F][F]

Part 1.

This is likely to be a strange story, but it is, well almost, completely true. Names and locations are changed to protect the guilty and who cares about innocence?

I’m Mindy. I am married to Don, with a daughter, Charvi, now nineteen and a son Jax, now sixteen. But this is more about Kerri and me. Later it is about Jules and Charvi as well.

On her first day at Junior High, Charvi met Jules, Julie-Ann, and they have been friends ever since. Over the course of the next few years, Don and I seemed to be running in to Kerri and then husband, Bill, fairly frequently. Kerri I really liked, Bill – well, not. Bill was loud and domineering, an asshole truthfully. Don’t get me wrong, he had a lot of good things about him, he was very skilled at his work, apparently, he was also a great provider. After the divorce, he really did step up and take care of Jules, although, like the asshole he is, he made it clear he wasn’t interested in supporting Kerri until she got on her feet. Read more »

My coworker spanks me [FM]

Start off by prefacing this with the fact that it is a long story and may take some time to work up to sexual bits. The man in question is definitely more than just a “coworker” at this point and has been for a long time. Before we ever started anything sexual, we would talk for hours on end in his office and I could tell that I was really attracted to his personality and we had great chemistry but I could not get past the fact that I am just not attracted to him physically. Plus, I am in a relationship anyway and I hadn’t been looking for anything sexually outside of my relationship since the one instance of infidelity that I have ever had, that happened about 8 months ago. I am in a loving relationship with my fiance and we have been together 10 year if you add it all up (we broke up for a year and a half in college to find ourselves but anyway I will try to stop disgressing). My coworker, let’s call him Ben, is not a bad looking dude overall but I am super shallow about those things unfortunately. He is pretty short, about 5’6″, and historically I have been into taller guys. He also is really thin lipped and big lips are another thing that has been a huge turn on for me in men (cause I love the oral). Anyway, he isn’t my cup of tea physically. But we have this great connection. And chemistry way outweighs those things for me. He also has this kind of intense look in his eyes that is intimidating and sexy to me. So when we started kind of flirting over text one night when I was out of town, it took me by surprise and was extremely exciting. I had told him before that I share pictures of myself on the internet (I share on Reddit but just to give you an idea I am blonde, 5’4″, 140 pounds and curvy) and we had definitely crossed professional boundaries in our conversations but we had not talked about him finding me attractive, etc. We were kind of talking about picture exchanges in the hypothetical and it was past 1 am at this point and we were still texting. He sent me a picture of a cute girl with a cat and said something about “I just want girls to send me pictures like this”, and I had a cute photo of myself saved on my phone where I am cuddling with my cat topless and I sent it to him. My heart was beating so fast to think of him seeing it. The conversation progressed really fast after that and I told him about how when I knew I would be seeing him at work I would dress sexy to tease him, and a bunch of other stuff, like staring at his bulge during meetings (he is the only guy in our workplace). He told me that he had never had sexual thoughts about me really besides the most recent time we went to a conference together he said that in the middle of a training one day he got this image of bending me over his lap and spanking me and that it really turned him on. Now when I say I wasn’t looking for anything outside me relationship, that is 100% true. I had been being a good girl since making my mistakes. But, I have been reading BDSM erotica online for about 4 years and begging my finace to try some things with me and he continues to this day to insist that he is not into it, that he is scared to hurt me, can’t get aroused doing it, doesn’t EVER want to be hurt himself, is claustrophobic, etc. He told me that if that was something I needed to do in my lifetime, that I would have to “do what I needed to do” elsewhere. So I told Ben that and let him know that I wasn’t looking for sex but I was really intrigued by his spanking fantasy because that was one of the one things that I really, really wanted to try. We planned to meet the very next day in our office when I was on my way back into town. We met there and it was a little weird at first but he handled it like a pro. He swears he hadn’t done it before but it seemed so natural. He told me to go into this other room and take my pants down and bend over the desk. I felt so embarrassed going in there but I was like “fuck it I have came this far”, so I did, and he came in a few seconds later and I was so worried he would just stand there staring at me but he immediately came over and started rubbing his hands all over my ass and breathing heavy and it was so erotic, it makes me wet to write this. He gently pulled down my underwear and continued gripping, massaging, and stroking my skin. He then asked if I was ready and I said yes and he started off, slowly at first. He slapped me hard! He started going harder and faster and I could feel my skin getting incredibly warm and tingly. I got the urge to reach out and feel his cock in his pants and it was so hard, the hardest I have ever felt anyone and it was so arousing. We kind of stopped naturally as I was getting kind of purple almost and I was afraid to bruise (which I did a bit and I had to hide my ass for like four days). Then we went out to lunch and had a beer. Things got more intense as time went on and we have tried other things including handcuffs and melted wax and flogs, but we have only had sex a few times. When we do I always feel really terrible after and then we don’t talk for maybe a month. If it were up to me we would have a strictly bondage relationship with no sex, no kissing, nothing like that, but he is way more into me than I am into him I think. I am a bad girl. Yesterday after we had a little play session, he took me out to dinner and I was wearing a skirt and there was a man I found very attractive eating alone a table away from us and I got up and bused our table and when I stood up I purposely kind of opened my legs in a not very modest manner and then I didn’t bother to pull down my skirt at all so that when I passed back by him going the other way it barely covered my ass, which is pretty big and juicy. I don’t know what to do with myself, I think I just need to cut off all contact with any other men and just masturbate it off. What do you all think?

Toxic relationship, but with odd/awesome sex [MF]

This relationship took place many years ago — and lasted for approximately two pretty unhealthy years — and included getting married, then divorcing. But this isn’t a therapist’s chair, and plus all of this took place decades ago, so I’ll avoid talking about the many bad parts of the relationship, and instead focus on the eye openers I’d experienced, at that point in time, sexually. Plus, if you read my submitted history, you will find that I live a pretty unique life, but, as always, I’d appreciate it if you don’t judge.

I am the male part of that relationship. I was 25 at the time, and pretty naive when it came to relationships, and she was 26, and definitely not naive when it came to relationships. As I got to know her better, she had divulged that she had been dating people since she was… 12. In addition, she claimed to have suffered a sexual assault at some point along the way, and while our sex life and relationship had always been “a bit off”, to put it mildly, the vast majority of our best sexual adventures took place after I’d been aggressive with her, or after she’d been aggressive with me. This is not to make light of sexual assault; it’s just an observation on my part, given my first-hand knowledge of what took place between us and all. Read more »