As long as I can remember I have been the laundry person for the house. Every week I gather mine and my wife’s laundry and my daughter Lana gathers hers and I run everything through the wash. I never paid it much mind til a few years ago when my daughter turned 18 and suddenly I was putting skimpy thong panties and sexy hip hugger and boy shorts into the wash. I remember being appalled that she was wearing such things at first and it made me start seeing her differently.
She was always a very beautiful girl and now I noticed her like I had never before. As Lana walked through the house wearing thin tops without a bra I noticed how full her breasts had gotten. About a full C by this point. I started looking at her ass when she walked by in sweats, tight little shorts, and leggings to see if I could tell which of the panties she was wearing that day. It quickly became an obsession each laundry day to see what panties she chose to wear that week.
Tag: Fantasy
Erotic Fiction – Forced Feminization, Part 2 [M/F]
Below is Part 2 of an erotic (and fictional) story I am writing about a cuckold & forced feminzation fantasy. Part 1 can be found in my profile. Let me know if you’d like to read Part 3!
SISSY SLUT SKYLAR – PART 2
I waited with excitement on Mark and Sarah’s front porch. It was a pretty entranceway with ornate wood trim, and a large brass knocker in the middle of the door. To keep myself calm, I tried to focus on the dimly lit flowers to the right of the steps, instead of the tasks that awaited me inside the house. The flowers were well kept – a sign that Mark and Sarah looked after their property. I wondered if they would take care of me, their new pet, with the same care.
As instructed, I was not wearing any of my feminine clothing. Instead, I was wearing “masculine” jeans and a t-shirt, and carried my outfit for later that night in a gym bag that I held with my left hand. The bag also held the beautifully wrapped box that my playmates had instructed me not to open, as well as the handwritten note that came with it.
Control (M/F)
I yelled at you in my head, screamed even. But my lips stayed closed and you never heard. I was staring at you so obviously it made my knees weak. When you finally stopped pretending to have not noticed me, finally closing conversation with whoever had more of your attention than me, and your eyes met mine, I couldn’t help but tell you. I felt I could tell you everything within that one glance. Tell you how much I needed to feel you next to me, to feel your hand on my wrist again, hear you inhale the tension soaked air around me. I clenched my jaw to keep from smiling so wide it would hurt.
Your slight head tilt towards the door, the highlights in your eyes, and your subtle upturned lip spoke volumes. I walked in your suggested direction, nodding to all the insignificant others in the room as I passed. They were practically see-though and you, perfectly present. The door led out of the auditorium and into a wide hallway, glass windows looking out into the gardens on one side, the courtyard on the other.
Sam [M/F]
Growing up, I’d always been the short, nerdy skinny kid so going away to University always held the hope of shedding that tag.
There were a few dalliances in my first year – one memorably on the first night where a pretty, curvy blonde girl dragged me off the dancefloor and into the corner of the bar and then home – but on the whole, underwhelming.
This all started changing in the second year, when I’d grown up a little, got more confidence and started to take a little more care over my appearance with regular gym workouts and less drinking.
I’d seen Sam (in the Uni bar I late September I think, talking to one of my friends) – she was about five foot four, and even in the relative darkness of the uni bar I could see that she was pretty, with wavy black hair down to her shoulders, an upturned nose and soft features.
She wore a tight black top and jeans, which clung to her figure – a narrow waist, curved bottom and large, firm-looking breasts – about an E cup, I thought.
[MOD POST] September 2021 Contest
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Current Winner: August 2021 Theme: Hotel: u/Ahhhhvocado’s [UPDATE: I fucked the MAGA girl in a Trump Hotel, and frankly, I feel like I’ve reached the pinnacle (Pt 3) [MF]](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/p7ebqx/update_i_fucked_the_maga_girl_in_a_trump_hotel/)
September 2021 Theme: One Night Stand
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I was bound and blindfolded and had a train ran on me. It was perfect. [FM]
It was a mixed-gender, supervised, safe train.
It’s been a fantasy of mine for a while to have something like this done to me. In my fantasies it was always much dirtier and unsafe than it ended up being, but lucky for me my horny mind is kept in check by my terrific, level headed dom.
The final plan we decided on was that he would invite a bunch of his similarly kinky friends over for wine and charcuterie and sex with me, with me being tied up and blindfolded in the other room, toys and mandatory condoms lined up next to me. When it came time for fucking, my dom would stand watching in the corner to make sure I was safe. He had and still has complete faith in his friends to not go over my predetermined limits, but y’know. Safety.
They all took turns coming into the room, groping my body all over, some petting me, some slapping me. Some came in and just went right to fucking me or shoving a dildo up my cunt, some just spent the whole time teasing me and pulling on my nipples. I never saw who any of them were, but they saw all of me on full display.
Washing Machine Repair [neighbors] [mf] [weed, cannabis, 420] [drinking] [anal] [consensual] [flannel] [wholesome]
I keep playing with this one and am liking where it’s going. Debating whether it should be third person. Feedback and critique welcome!
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It’s a spring, rainy Saturday afternoon: warm air, cold rain. You’re walking out of your apartment and you see me in the hall walking into my apartment, next door. I’m wearing a worn flannel shirt, some old jeans with paint splotches all over, knees torn, and carrying a laden bag of Home Depot stuff. I’m drenched too; it looks like someone (me) forgot their umbrella. There’s a puddle of water where I’ve been standing while fiddling for my keys.
“Hey there Kurt,” you say, smiling, as you step into the hallway. You’re wearing a flowing spring sundress, hanging by straps from your freckled shoulders. Even in our sunless shared entry hallway, I make mental note of its semi-transparentness, then shake it off. I realize I haven’t seen you without your mask. I thought you were gorgeous before, but now?
“Hi Miya,” I respond, cheerfully. Some water drips from me to the floor.
“You’re in marketing right? But I guess you’re a handyman too?” you say, nodding to the Home Depot bag.
His Little Woman – Part 1 – [F][BDSM]
He has promised you a surprise. A surprise and a gift when he gets home. And that is in just a few hours. But time enough to prepare yourself. Your body. Your mind. For him.
He didn’t give you any specific instructions. Just to be ready when he got home. And enough warning and enough time to enjoy the preparations. Luxuriate in it. Enjoy the process of becoming his perfect slave. His good girl. Taking the time to let everything else go, to focus entirely on him, serving him.
You start of course, by stripping naked. It’s not a rule in the house, in fact, he so enjoys when you wear those dresses with the short skirts. You of course wander the house nude often, but today it is to help with the mindset. The reminder that you are merely a toy. That you exist merely as a vessel for him to find pleasure.
It’s not true of course and you both know it. He cherishes you. He respects you. But that is part of what makes it all so fucking hot. Putting on the masks . . . Or maybe pulling the masks off . . And for a time living within that fantasy.
Erotic Fiction – Forced Feminization, Part 1 [M/F]
Below is Part 1 of an erotic (and fictional) short story I am writing about a forced feminization fantasy. Let me know if you’d like to read Part 2!
SISSY SLUT SKYLAR
As I sat in my car waiting for a break in the rain, I wondered to myself “How did I get here?”. Of course, I knew the literal answer; I took the highway 15 miles from Exit 14 to 18, then made two lefts and a right to arrive at a beautiful home just off a lake. What I was more curious about was how I, a small submissive boy, turned my long-time fantasy into a very real opportunity.
The house I sat in front of belonged to Mark and Sarah, an adventurous couple I had met and vetted online earlier that year. They were older than me by ten years or so, but couldn’t have been past their mid-thirties. Mark was a taller man of around 6’2″, while Sarah was an average height of about 5’4″. They were both extremely fit, and looked like the type of couple that would have been Homecoming King & Queen had they met in high school. Mark had the jock look going for him, and Sarah was a busty blonde with toned abs and a thick, voluptuous ass.
The Goblin slayer [M4A] [dark fantasy] [implied non-con] [hero]
The Girl awoke abruptly her scream echoing off the walls of the dark damp cave as she realized the gravity of her situation. It had been a peaceful morning that day and the girl had gone out to fetch water for her village. She was a tall slender woman with blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She had long shapely legs and large double D cup breasts. The woman enjoyed the sight and peace of the day as she went about doing her chores. Suddenly the girl noticed a large plume of smoke in the direction of her village and her heart skipped a beat hoping against all hope that what she was seeing wasn’t what she thought it was. The girl left her bucket of water and ran in the direction of her home. As she neared the village she began to hear the screams of the townsfolk confirming her fears. Her village was being attacked by goblins and everyone knew that to be a woman and to be captured by these monsters was a fate worse than death. As she approached the outskirts of town she could only look in horror at what she was seeing. Goblins, lanky creatures that only reached 4 feet in height were slaughtering the villagers making sure to keep as many young women alive as possible. Goblins were born of evil magic and the only way they reproduced was by forcefully impregnating the women they captured. The girl covered her mouth as she saw the local blacksmith get beheaded by one of the goblins it started jumping for joy over the smith’s corpse laughing and jumping with glee as blood soaked the ground. The girls legs trembled as she stood frozen in shock. Suddenly, she heard a goblin call out in its guttural language pointing directly at her. She froze like a deer as she saw a group of goblins approaching her. The girl ran away as fast as she could but no matter how fast she ran the goblins’ jeering and laughter just kept getting closer. Finally she collapsed too exhausted to continue running she looked behind her at her pursuers. There were 4 goblins looking at the young woman all with sadistic euphoria. The leader of the pack approached her and grabbed the girl roughly by her hair and pulled her head up to look at its ugly visage. Her first thought was that these creatures smelled horrible. she screamed in terror and anger and suddenly attacked the goblin touching her leaving long deep gashes on its face from where she attempted to claw its eyes out. The goblin screamed in anger and pain and hit the girl so hard it knocked her out. The cave she woke up in was cold and, the girls clothes were torn from the goblins’ manhandling but she was relived to see that she was still unsullied by them. It was almost too dark to see in the cave but the small pieces of light shining through the cracks made it just possible to navigate the cave. She kept her ears alert in case she had to hide or run should she run into a goblin. She reached a dead end and what she saw on the cave floor made her retch as she fell to her knees tears of anger and deep sadness welling in her eyes. There lay the bodies of some of the townsfolk that she recognized thrown unceremoniously into a heap as if they were just trash. An evil laugh sounded directly behind the girl and her heart froze. There stood 6 goblins including the one she had attempted to kill earlier. They grabbed her wrists and began carrying her away. The girl struggled as the goblins tore what remained of her clothes off and threw her down on the cave floor. The room she was in was spacious with a single torch illuminating the walls. The manacles and whips on the wall made the girl think that this is probably the room where the goblins play with their victims. She curled up into a ball trembling her will to fight completely gone and awaited for the inevitable. The goblins circled her enjoying her helplessness when suddenly an explosion rocked the cave making small bits of rock and dust rain from the ceiling. The girl looked up at the goblins stunned faces and quickly tried to grab a weapon to defend herself. The goblin she jumped at easily dodged aside and slashed at her arm leaving long jagged cut that began to bleed profusely. The leader of the goblins yelled at his underlings and pointed in different directions giving them order in their guttural tongue. All the goblins made a noise of acknowledgment and began to move for the exit when they all of a sudden froze. There In the opening of the cave stood a tall warrior in chain mail armor his head covered by a metal helmet and holding a sword that was dripping blood. In his right hand he held a number of goblin heads that he was holding on to by their hair. He threw the bouquet of heads at the goblins feet and readied himself into a defensive stance.the girl stood transfixed at this new arrival and was unaware of how much blood she was losing. One of the goblins in the front began to yell something in goblin however it’s words were never able to leave it’s mouth as it’s head fell to the floor joining the others. Blood spattered on the cave walls as the remaining goblins jumped back in reaction. Two goblins all of a sudden charged forward weapons drawn swinging wildly at their attacker. The warrior decided to charge them head on rather than dodge and stabbed his sword through the chest of the first goblin the second goblin didn’t have time to stop his momentum and impaled itself in the sword as well. The three remaining goblins quickly grouped together awaiting for an opening. The warrior pulled a small glass vial with some powder in it from his pocket “close your eyes!” The man shouted before thowing the flask on the ground at the goblins feet. A blinding light filled the cave stunning the remaining goblins. The girl managed to close her eyes before the flash went off however her lack of blood made everything difficult to keep in focus. The warrior quickly dispatched two of the monsters leaving only the goblin with the scratch marks on its face. The warrior pointed his sword under the last goblins neck and the monster began to grovel on its knees begging for mercy. “Pathetic.” Said the warrior before running his sword through the goblins throat. The girl looked in amazement at all the dead goblins and blood covering the walls. The warrior leaned down and said to the girl in a strong yet reassuring voice “you’re alright now miss, they can’t hurt you anymore.” The girls eyes welled with tears of relief before she finally passed out from losing so much blood. The girl awoke to a warm fire and noticed that she was covered in a blanket, her arm was covered in a bandage but other than that she was completely naked underneath. The warrior sat at the fire his helmet now removed. He had cropped black hair and a strong jaw. The man said “I was able to bandage your arm you should be back to normal in a few days.” “Th-thank you sir knight, umm.” The girls shoulders dropped as she asked “did anyone from my home survive?” The man looked at her with sadness and empathy “i’m sorry, you were the only one I found.” The girl was prepared to hear that but nevertheless began to sob. “The man sat down across from her and said “I’m going to take you to the nearest town, they should be able to help you alright?” The blonde woman wiped the tears from her eyes and said “thank you.” She noticed up close that the man had a rugged handsomeness to him and she instinctively reached out for comfort and hugged him. The girl realized what she did and quickly let go. “I’m sorry I just want someone to hold me.” she said her face now blushing from embarrassment. The warrior responded by wrapping his big arms around her and said “it’s ok, you’re ok.” The girl moved her face in close and kissed the man. The warrior ran his fingers through the girls blonde hair and said “you’re very beautiful miss.” They looked into each other’s eyes and let their instincts take over. He caressed her soft warm skin and began to finger her pussy making sure she was wet before plunging his throbbing member inside. The girl moaned out in pleasure as her savior began to thrust inside her. They enjoyed the pleasure of each other’s bodies before both reaching climax together. As the two people lay there sweat shining off their skin the girl asked meekly “sir knight?” “Hmm?” The man replied looking into her eyes. “My village is gone I have no where to go, may I join you on your travels?” The man smiled and said “of course I could use a traveling companion it does get lonely on these roads.” “Thank you!” She yelled as she hugged the man again. “Don’t worry miss, on my honor I’ll make sure to protect you no matter what.” The girls blue eyes widened before smiling at him tears of gratitude welling I her eyes “thank you.”