20 – [F4M] [Oral, Fantasy, Island, Master]

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Mom and Dad insisted we do the big summer family vacation thing over all of our objections. Robby was pissed he was missing hanging out with his buddies over the last summer before leaving for college. Sarah was constantly texting her latest boyfriend and refused to speak to anyone. That suited me fine because she's a bitch. And me? I wanted to squeeze my new bigger boobs into last year's bathing suit and finally convince that hunky life guard at the YMCA to show me what I've been missing. Oh well…

I have to admit the island resort was great, but as soon as we got checked in Mom did her whole take over the schedule thing and dragged Sarah and me to the spa. Don't get me wrong, I love being pampered but I want it on my terms. When the girl at the front desk greeted us, I asked for the gorgeous, dark-skinned masseur to rub me all over, but Mom insisted I get a masseuse instead. Then she took the masseur for herself with a barely suppressed smirk.

Consumption! 20 – Female

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She was a dangerous lover. Perhaps the most dangerous type of lover there is. He had no idea just what type of lover she was though. She liked it better that way.

She did have a reputation for being a slut, but at best, it was a myth, a shadow of the truth. He did not make judgements on reputations alone though. One of the reasons she was attracted to him and one of the reasons she found him foolish as well. His foolishness in that regard made him attractive in a different way. She enjoyed feasting on the foolish.

Perhaps he was a bit taken aback that she so quickly rubbed at his sheathed groin during dinner. He didn’t stop her though. She could see the lust slowly come alight in his eyes, slowly buble to the surface for her to play with and shape. Better than that though, she could feel the heat of it. She wanted to feed on it. She needed to feed on it. In the end, it was the only consumption that mattered. It was the only consumption that kept her kind alive.

[Mf][MAST][SCIFI] I woke up like this. Late twenties guy wakes up in a new body…

This is a story were a late twenty something wakes up in a woman's body. I'll note that this is very rough draft, I haven't proofed it at all yet, but really wanted to share. I always have been excited at the idea of a body switch, or something along these lines, and expereincing what its like to be a woman. Love to hear what the ladies have to say about my interpretation too, and I'm open to ideas and suggestions on where it's gonna go next.

(M,F)The Open Relationship, Part 1: Background/ First Fantasy

I've been trying to decide whether or not to share this story. It's piece of my journey through experimenting with an open relationship. It has some backstory, but it will help pave the way for any potential additions, if there is interest. The first part is chill, but it heats up in later parts.

I was 20. I was in my third year at a community college and just couldn't get my shit together to finish my Associate degree. I lived with my folks in the same small town where I grew up.

I had been with Josh for two years. We met in high school. He was 19 and went to the same college. He was a tall, slender blonde with blue eyes. He was my best friend and the only person with whom I'd ever had sexual contact (aside from my first boyfriend who thought that grabbing and squeezing my crotch over my jeans while making out was hot).

I was average height and curvy. I'd put on what I considered the "freshman 15", but I loved the shape it gave me. I was proud of my round ass and youthful cheeks. Josh loved them too. We would often skip an afternoon class and head back to his place to have really fun, loud sex. Josh had a big cock, but I didn't really know it. It was my first, after all.

Just A Quickie (MFM)

Months passed after Jennifer and a few of my friends had had a pretty amazing weekend of new shared experiences, with nothing really out of the ordinary occurring. Honestly, we didn’t really need anything new because she and I would recount the various events of that first weekend to one another during sex and it always heightened things, every single time, so I didn’t push anything else. Besides, I figured she would eventually want more and I was content in the knowledge that even if she didn’t, we had lived out a fantasy that most people never get to enjoy. As it turns out, the next adventure would be sudden and unexpected.

Jenn and I were lounging out by the pool watching the kids swim and having a pretty relaxing day. She was drinking her favorite -amaretto on the rocks- and I was enjoying a cold IPA. Our friend Jack came by with his son who was the same age as our oldest and asked if he could crash the party. Our kids were thrilled, so of course we said yes.

The Scholarship [FFFm,mast,inc,CEI]

“To friends,” said Sylvia, raising her wineglass.

“To friends!” agreed Meredith, raising hers.

“I’ll drink to that,” Lisa slurred, sloshing her wine.

So far the dinner party had been a success. Her friends had raved over the quality of the meal. Many fun anecdotes had been shared, catching up on the gossip and news. A lot of wine had been consumed.

Sylvia would normally have been very contented at this point of the evening. But she was troubled, distracted. This did not go unnoticed by the other two.

“Sylvia, what’s bothering you?” Meredith asked, creasing her brow.

Sylvia returned her friend’s gaze. Meredith was so prim and proper, and a bit of a prude at times. But she was still very trim and attractive at 60. Blonde hair in a pageboy cut over a symmetrical face with few lines, Meredith looked younger than her age. She was smartly dressed in an expensive tailored dress which accentuated her large bosom without showing any actual cleavage.

Meredith was sort of a mentor to Sylvia, who was 44. Sylvia enjoyed her company and kept Meredith on a pedestal in her mind.

[mf] Story I wrote for my ex

Wrote this story for my most recent ex- it was a fantasy of hers. I found it recently and felt compelled to share for some reason, I couldn't say why. Hopefully someone might enjoy it.

It's dark now. Not completely, no. The clock on the night stand illuminates the corner in a faint light, declaring the time- 8:04. I was expecting you at 8. I wouldn't even notice under normal circumstances. Four minutes? There could have been traffic, or you stopped to get a drink at a gas station, or you couldn't find your shoes right away or any other completely mundane scenario. But tonight… Tonight I'm antsy. Eager.

Daddy(43m) Finally Catches Babygirl(23f) Part III

In Part II, I described my second meeting with babygirl during which we had our first real session (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3ujzko/daddy43m_finally_catches_babygirl23f_part_ii/). Something happened after the second meeting with Sara. She fell into a rhythm, mentally surrendering herself. Where before there had been an element of mental conflict, a hesitance, all that appeared to have evaporated after the second meeting. This was a bit surprising to me considering the mishap we had; however, she had apologized several time afraid she had displeased me. Quite the contrary. I have trained my share of subs and they all go through phases. The first is bringing them from the realm of fantasy to reality. So many women will text, email, or swap pics all day long while discussing intimate sexual desires. But when it comes to meeting and confronting their innermost fantasies, many balk. Once they get past the initial fear of meeting face to face, and realize that a Dom isn't something threatening or scary, they tend to open up. However, there is still a time usually between the first and second meeting where the sub is wrestling with her inner fears. Of course most of this applies to a new sub without experience. But those are the most exquisite of all, teaching a young woman the art of sexual submission.

NYC Reddit Swinger’s Meetup (and After-Party!) – fmfmfm [PICS]

You may remember a while back I hosted a reddit meetup for swingers in NYC. It went a little differently than I had anticipated, but it was even better than I had hoped (just in different ways). My guy friend who came with me that night (pictured with me here) wrote our story below. My thoughts are (in parentheses)!

For your enjoyment, here's some photos of me inspired by some photos sent by one of the event attendees. If you want to email my a gc to Victorias Secret, I can keep the photos coming, just DM me plz :)


There was much anticipation accompanying this night, as several couples had confirmed to attend our Reddit meet up. We had explored with other couples and had a great time at a sex club before. (We met on reddit, and wanted to meet likeminded people either for fun or just to share stories and meet new friends.) /u/supergirly and I hosted, greeting the 4 other couples, making sure our drinks were full and occasionally venturing to the dance floor. (We met up with everyone at a divey bar in NYC's lower east side. I thought everyone who attended was attractive in the photos they sent, but as often happens they were even better in person. I was so excited to finally meet everyone in the flesh!) Despite our common interest, we mainly focused on our getting to know each other, sharing fun stories and enjoying each other’s company. The night started to wind down and the original plan was to go to a sex club afterwards.

Lechomancer Curses 4: Breaking the Girl [mf][sex][public]

Monday was a long day of classes, and after the exhausting weekend Amber had had, she was ready to go home and collapse. The University Dorm she shared with a girl she’d never met before they started living together was made up a small living room with uncomfortable university issue furniture, a little kitchenette, two bedrooms and a shared bathroom. Her roommate, Ashlynn, had been a weird, quiet girl who was too full of herself, but generally stayed out of Amber’s way. That suited Amber fine, especially after she found out Ashlynn was some kind of pervert, into being dominated.

Amber just wanted to avoid her, go to her room, and unwind. She got into the suite, closed the door, and then her heart hit the floor. She was there; the short, curvy woman that Ashlynn called Mistress. Her dark hair curled slightly around her face, and she was sheathed in a black mini-dress. She wore big red heals, that looked like they belonged on a stripper. She was sprawled out on the couch, flipping slowly through the pages of some big old book.

“What are you doing here?” Amber found herself hissing.