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[F]riend-on-[F]riend again, but this time I[M] did more than watch [FFM][Long]

Like I mentioned in [my first story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rnpmh3/first_time_for_friendonfriend_while_im_watched/), after an intense, surprising and very fun realization of one of my ex-GF Kristen’s hottest fantasies, her friend Alicia had hinted that I might get to do a bit more than just jack off the next time we all got together. I did indeed get to do a lot more than that.

In case you missed the original, quick refresher on everyone involved: Kristen, my ex-GF, is 25, 5’7”, thin with very small breasts and a perky, round ass. Alicia is around the same age, 5’3”, curvy and blonde with large, natural C-cup breasts. I realize I didn’t mention in the first story, but I’m 6’2”, fit and muscular with brown hair and blue eyes.

After Kristen and Alicia lived out their respective fantasies of being eaten out by and going down on another woman, sex with Kristen was even better than usual for the next few weeks. She would always bring up how good it felt to have Alicia eating her pussy and cum extra hard whether I was going down on her or fucking her. Once I also woke up to her using her magic wand and she admitted as she came that she was thinking about Alicia, which I found super hot. Read more »

[24M] fantasy of using you in front of your boyfriend..

I have this fantasy of being a bull but with a certain way to take action to it, I’ve been exploring it plenty and I’m not new to this but I haven’t found anyone where the boyfriend was up for this particular idea. I’m writing you the fantasy like I’m writing to you- I hope you’ll enjoy it.

As you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, only wearing a sundress with nothing underneath, your boyfriend is standing up. I pull out a chair and I tell him to sit, as he does so I begin to tie him up to the chair, turning him straight towards the bed so he’s forced to look and listen to you and I.

Once he’s tied and bound, I gag him and I slap him on the cheek telling him “good boy”, as soon as I’m done doing so, I walk towards you- I caress your chin, my fingers gliding across your lips before i tell you to open your mouth, you do as told and I tell you, “good girl, now stick out your tongue” you do as said and I then grab ahold of your hair pulling your head backwards before looking your intensely in your eyes- I’m asking you firmly, “are you ready?” And you’re replying with a, “yes, sir”. Read more »

[24M] A fantasy of mine, I’d love to fuck my former nurse..

I’ve been going in and out of the hospitals for years, sometimes I’m admitted for some time. I’ve had this fantasy for as long as I can remember and it’s still sitting in me so deeply.

It’s about the fantasy, of a nurse who finds me irresistible and can’t help herself so she has sex with me on the hospital bed and in the hospital sort of private room shower.

Here goes;
I’ve always had a lot of confidence and high self esteem, I know I’m a good looking man whom always flirts with whomever I find attractive and it’s always been a pleasure to do even without anything further happening other than perhaps brightening a woman’s day.

I’ve been lucky the times I’ve been admitted to the hospital with cute nurses and I’ve done some more or less innocent flirting, only because I know it’s frowned upon to act at all of these feelings. Read more »

Return to Work (F/Lactation)

Ever since returning to work, my life’s been a mess. My pregnancy wasn’t bad, especially because I was expecting everything to go wrong, probably because my family, friends, and doctor couldn’t seem to stop telling me how old I was, how brave I was, or my favorite, that it was a geriatric pregnancy. Quite the contrary, my pregnancy was relatively easy; only occasional morning sickness, no bed rest, and an increased sex drive, that thankfully my husband returned enthusiastically. My milk came in about a month before birth, and we both enjoyed the ways it impacted my body, with my boobs growing 2 cup sizes and the way they would leak when I got turned on was a visual confirmation of how frequently horny I was, and a signal for my husband I was ready to fool around.

Unfortunately, as easy as my pregnancy was, the post partum was as difficult. My body took much longer to recover than my first pregnancy, and the doctor recommended no sex, at first for a month, later extended for 2 more months. Giving blowjobs are great, most who’ve received one from me would say they’re my specialty, but they usually are followed by something that gave me my release. Selfishly, I wanted to get off, and satisfying my husband without getting myself taken care of was getting more and more frustrating. Read more »

Her After Work Request [MFM]

It wasn’t the first time you mentioned it.

“You know what I think about sometimes that would be really hot?”

“What’s that?”, I reply, knowing you’ve had plenty of shots while you’ve been working tonight.

“I wanna watch another guy suck your cock.”

I was a little taken back. Normally, these texts were a little more on the BDSM side. Choking, spanking, handcuffs. All the stuff we already did in our regular sex life.

“I dunno. I’ve never even thought about something like that. I’m not into guys at all.”

“Oh please baby!”, she pouts, “Sometimes I have fun like that too. I think you should too.”

I flashback to all the times she’s mentioned her curious nature. Parties where she’s had a few too many drinks and she’s made out with a girl she’s been talking to all night. Sometimes they kiss and their tongues touch. Other times she’s had a lot to drink and their hands end up down the front of each other’s pants. She’s never told me more than that though. I know for her; sexuality is a bit more fluid. Read more »

Infernal Passions Part 3 [FFM] [STR8] [Bi] [fantasy] [nc] [oral] [Mdom] [preg]

Becky was relieved to have finally received a text back from her friend Maria. She had been worried about her friend for some time now. Warning her over and over again that playing around with magic and the occult weren’t things a good Christian girl was supposed to do. She tried to warn her friend, but it was frustrating that she didn’t want to listen. Becky kept Maria in her prayers, but when she disappeared she began to really fear for her friend’s soul. She wasn’t at class, and she wasn’t returning texts. Her prayer became more desperate, willing to give anything just to know that her friend was all right. That’s why when Maria asked her to meet at the campus library she didn’t hesitate.

Packing a bag with her notes from classes Maria missed Becky rushed over to find her friend. The library was rather large and had several small, secluded, soundproof rooms. These rooms could be checked out for hours at a time and allow for students to meet up and be as loud as they wanted when studying. Maria’s text had said she had reserved one towards the back for several hours. When Becky arrived she found it was out of the path of normal foot traffic. Hardly anyone was around as she approached the room, and those that were paid no attention to her. Read more »

They were there from the beginning (M+/F, conditioning, objectification)

They were there from the beginning, the sinister men, the mean ones, the gentle daddies, always with her. They pushed and prodded her, fed her appetites and introduced her to the most twisted and delicious of foods. They taught her to cry, to savor, to need, to crave. And they only did it with words, twisting up her stomach as well as her thoughts, making her confuse sensations and emotions, lost in herself, trapped in her mind, all in front of the computer screen.

But, like any good junkie, dressing up, playing on webcam, stripping, exposing her soul, sharing her mind, demeaning herself, degrading herself, the fix was never enough. She couldn’t become less, there was always a spark, a light, that fought to stay aflame, words always buzzing in her mind. The cacophony, the symphony, it was too much and she simply needed MORE.

So, she began to seek those selfsame men in the flesh, no longer pretending they would do those things to her. She needed them to be done, riding the rickety roller-coaster to higher highs. The fact that the coaster was barely held together, ready to fall apart and come crashing down, that simply didn’t matter. Read more »

Fantasy Artificer needs help testing her greatest invention. (Noncon, power bottom, mind control.)

Remmy, my hyperactive friend was embarrassed, who wouldn’t be I guess? We sat together in the smokey hall of the drunken skeleton, an old but cozy establishment built from the some of the first trees that were ever felled to build Toilgate. “I just can’t see how it works for men, and not women, surely it’s just a matter of fitting it differently, but noooooo, any change to it’s configuration ruins the effect in it’s entirety.” Said Remmy in her most exasperated voice. She blew a few strands of her short ruby hair out of her pale freckled face once she was done speaking.

After letting her vent I finally ask my oldest friend, for details, ranting helps her cool down I’ve found over the years. “You keep saying that, it works for men and not women, whats the problem exactly?” I ask in my most even tone. She sighs and reaches a skinny hand into a leather pouch at her hip and withdraws a somewhat large, but thin looking ring. It’s golden with a few tiny gems studded into it. Remmy sets it down on the table and slides it to me. I pick it up from the table and quickly note that it’s too large to really fit on any of my fingers, save maybe a thumb, but that seems uncomfortable at best. Read more »

Guilty Cringeq. Serious Apology.

I have been really craving crazy dirty talk/role play/ fantasy/ humiliation (boyfriend tells me he wants to fuck hot women – at my request) and he really does try but it’s just not his thing… which is fine. So I decided to write in my notes app while he was a sleep and I was feeling extremely horny… I wrote quite a few “fantasies” or “erotic literature”… something along those lines… but kinda goofy. Been writing a lot today and re read my stuff… which sounds good to me… I don’t write in the appropriate way that an author should. I guess I could try but it doesn’t feel authentic to me. I’m finally off some manic hyper sexual kick I was on and now it feels cringe to re-read all the spelling errors I have made… which I thought would be a great idea to post to the public. 😣

Now it feels a bit embarrassing. More so about the awful way it’s written rather than the material… although that is highly debatable… I understand most people hold judgements overly highly horny/kinky people… but all this shit I fantasize about is not real nor would I ever make it real… some yes but most definitely not all. Read more »