Tag: Fantasy

My [F]irst Experience, Part Three

I do seem to be committed to explaining how I went from late-blooming “never-been-kissed” to, well, been-kissed-and-then-some but still a virgin, and some people have enjoyed [part one]( https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/643txs/my_first_experience/) and [part two](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/65kugl/my_first_experience_part_two/). So I suppose I should, to the extent that tales are ever complete, tell the end of this one.

I set out to write this as one story: some background and then a single particularly memorable event. That became cumbersomely long, however, and perhaps the background itself is interesting as an exploration, and so this has become two stories, the next to be posted later.

As I said last time, at first I was slightly-reluctantly dragged along into sexual experimentation with Gordon, but the incorporation of ejaculatory delights in to the scheme changed my attitude toward that. And so once I was giving Gordon handjobs on a regular basis, it would be pointlessly restrictive for him to keep his pants on but his penis exposed, so usually his pants came off. And so although there’d been a rule that my top could come off but not my jeans, well, that just left me overdressed, right? I doubt that was actually my logic, but somewhere along the line (I actually don’t remember how or when) I became willing to be naked with him. Read more »

[MF] A broken pipe leads to the best sex yet

[First Post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5isz4y/mf_i_fucked_my_ex_in_the_shower_after_she_made/)

Quite a few people asked if I have any stories with my fiance after my first post about my ex. About a hour ago, we had the best sex yet and the best thing to do is share it with you.

I was watching the Milwaukee Brewers game (big time baseball/Brewers fan, my great uncle is their radio announcer) while my fiance Maddie was at her parent’s house letting the dogs out. Earlier in the day I had texted her that I had a surprise for her tonight. Little to my knowing, my surprise would turn out better than originally planned.

I had picked up some marijuana before going to work this morning and was attempting to clean out my pipe bowl. Must have applied too much pressure and the glass bowl snaps a big piece off… Read more »

[MF] My Girlfriend’s Adventure

So, a few months ago, maybe even a year ago, my girlfriend (who I shall henceforth refer to as Rae) and I, both of whom are now 24 and were at the time of this story 23, agreed to have an open relationship. Although the relationship is somewhat open, we still have fairly clear boundaries:

+ No fucking each other’s mutual friends
+ No relationships, only casual sex
+ No indiscriminate fucking, we have to tell each other every time we fuck someone.
+ Lastly, we can’t fuck any more people than the other person. That is to say, every time I fuck someone, I have to wait until she fucks someone and the score has been balanced before I can fuck another person, and vice versa.

That might seem restrictive, but actually I would argue that it gives us more freedom. But that’s a deeper philosophical topic, and I don’t really wish to discuss philosophy here. We also agreed that we would both wait for me to fuck another girl first, since we both agreed that it would be much harder for me to get laid than it would be for her to get laid (thus, we would avoid a situation in which there would be an extended period where one of us has had sex with someone else while the other person has not). Read more »

[MF] – Couple Stories

I’m looking for professional writers who write perfectly and in details. We both like this to be something like a series. A sequel of hot things. A cinematic exprience for the three of us. You can ask us whatever you need to get started and we’ll provide that. We like to fuck in public, we like to show off just like we did while we were in India. Me fucking her hard and loud on our hotel
balcony. She has some wild sides too like the fact that one time she mentioned that she’d love me
to come home with 5 of my friends and then go up stairs and fuck her brains out while they watch. We don’t have a sharing fantasy but she always had a thing for picking a girl for me to fuck in her presence as she watches us.
Our kinks are: Facial, hair pulling, stockings, short skirts, foot fetish, big boobs and asses, creampies, choking, slapping etc.
We’re waiting ..

The Hotel Room [Gangbang] [Bondage] [D/s] [Rough]

Not my first story, but my first time posting. Hope you all enjoy.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not really. It had just been a joke. Well, not a joke, but a fantasy. There are two types of fantasy, the things you want to explore and experiment with in real life and the other ones… the darker ones. The ones that get you off because they are taboo and forbidden. That’s what this one had been and Sarah couldn’t believe Matt was doing this to her.

She looked up at him from the bed as he sat in the corner of the room on his phone, not paying attention to her as she tried to talk to him, to work out if he’d been joking about what he said he was doing once her wrists were tightly bound to the headboard.

She hadn’t resisted when he did that because she wanted him to tie her up and use her roughly, especially as he’d booked them into a hotel for the night. She was expecting rough and kinky, but this was something else. He had been aggressive with her, more than usual even for him. Calling her a fuck toy, a piece of meat as the rope cut into her wrists. Then he dropped the bombshell. Read more »

[MF] Dirty Long Distance – Part 1 [Long]

I don’t recall exactly how things got started with Amy. I know we met in high school as the far reaching periphery of a vast friend group. Rachel and Thomas were the main continent in the center of the map, surrounded by land clusters of friends from every walk of life imaginable. To speak in cliches a moment, it didn’t matter if someone was a nerd, a jock, a theater kid etc etc, they were welcomed by Rachel and Thomas. Meanwhile, Amy and I were almost poles. This wasn’t a designed occurrence we just didn’t have a lot of overlap socially. She seemed cordial from the dozen or fewer conversations we had, though.

So when I say that I don’t know exactly how things started with Amy, I mean that I’m not sure at what point we actually made a meaningful connection and why it was suddenly when I was in college, away from the continent of friends I once knew. It must have been something that I posted on Facebook. It’s been odd the handful of friendships/relationships that have spawned out of conversations over a Facebook status. I just know that for about a week, I spent a lot of time on Facebook, either waiting/hoping for Amy to get on or chatting with her. Read more »

The Heir of the Night [NC] [FM] [Bondage] [Fantasy]

This is the first part of a story I’m working on. I’d greatly appreciate any feedback.

**This first part does not contain any sex

Leaves crumbled under my feet as I ran hastily through the woods. The dark night only allowing me to see slight shapes of trees. Their thin braches whipping my face and tearing at nightgown. Behind me I could hear the faint sounds of fighting. An explosion caused my head to jerk back seeing flames rising from the now lost capital of Afrela. Before I was able to turn my head I slammed into something hard, knocking me on my back against the raw ground.

“Well, look what we have here.” A throaty voice rang through the woods.

I could not see the source of the voice, but quickly pulled myself as far away as I could before my back hit a cool stone. I heard the sound of boots heavily hitting the ground and a blade being drawn as the shape slowly came into shape. It appeared to be a tall, dark man.

“Who are you?” The figure spoke authoritatively. Read more »

In my head [mf] [fantasy] [oral]

“How can you look so innocent with me down your throat like this” he asks.

And I look up at him. Large brown meeting pale half lidded eyes. I’d love to smirk but my lips are occupied. Stretched over the expanse of his shaft. My hands are still in my lap at this time. Still partially wet from stroking him as I worked him deep within my mouth. And surprisingly this kneeling position is quite comfortable. More than I’d have thought considering the hard wood of the floor against my knees. I can feel his long finger twitch in my hair and his thigh muscles shiver and quake with effort. I blink cutely at him and hum with acknowledgement. The hum brings a nice hitch in his breath that spreads warmth throughout my body. As if I wasn’t already dripping with desire before I ended up here. I rake my nails lightly over pale thighs and start to bob my head. The resulting groan is everything and the sheer feeling of him filling me is intoxicating. His normal wordiness is replaced by harsh breathing and soft moans. And I am happy enough here on my knees that it might take an actual force of nature to move me. That force of nature of course, is the man himself. Tugging on my hair to pull me up off the floor before crashing his lips and teeth none to gently to my already wet and spit slicked mouth. I whimper. I run my hand up and down his back, into his hair, and, over his chest; and allow my breath to be stolen by him. Allowing him to breathe through me. I can feel him, hard and throbbing, against my stomach and the wetness at my core is slowly trickling down my legs. Read more »

The Professor’s Desk: Fulfilling Julie’s Fantasy [MF]

In the weeks after our wonderful [experience](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/65sebx/following_my_first_blow_job_mf/?st=J1MY72UV&sh=4f477221), Julie and I spent time together whenever and wherever we could — walking together in the crisp autumn air as late summer became fall, sharing meals at the university cafeteria, hanging out in various campus lounges, and of course, exploring each other’s bodies whenever we could steal time alone in our dorm rooms — which usually occurred whenever our roommates went out for an evening.

One night, though, Julie went out with girlfriends from our floor. I played NHL 94 on my roommate’s Sega Genesis and waited for her to come home.

A few hour later, come home she did — straight to my door. She knocked, and I opened the door…and nearly fell over at the sight of her. She stood in front of me wearing one of those ubiquitous “little black dresses” that it seems every college coed has in her wardrobe just for hitting the bars. Only, in addition to clinging her every curve and flattering her figure, Julie’s had a twist. It had a zipper that ran from the top of the dress to the bottom, with a ring pull at the top. And by top, I mean the bottom of the plunge it took into the valley between her breasts. It was the kind of dress that seemed to have one purpose — to foment fantasies in men centered around pulling that zipper down. Read more »