I [F] 23 love being a huge titted, fat ass slut

I love showing off my body lol. It might sound narcissistic but I genuinely love the feeling of being an object of someone’s desire. I used to be hugely insecure about my boobs (still am about my nips sometimes) because I started filling out so quickly. But now that I’m older, I appreciate it a lot more.

I love wearing tight tops, with some amount of cleavage to show off my big tits and tiny waist. I just love watching men lust over me. The other day, I wore my tightest pair of jeans and I was out with a girl friend of mine who pointed out the fact that two men on the street were checking out my ass. This would be creepy to most people, but I actually enjoyed it. I know that I have a good butt, so why not?

A male friend (who is now my FWB) of mine from college told me that back in the day, all the boys in his friend group wanted to fuck me.

My aunt did porn?! [MF] [FF]

My dad’s brother, my uncle, got divorced 4 years ago and just got married to his new wife last year. He is 54, she is 36.

Her name is Tiffany, my uncle met her tending bar at a strip club. He went back every shift for 2 weeks until she agreed to go out with him.

2 months after that she quit her job and moved in with him in his McMansion.

Tiffany (I doubt that’s even her real name) was the classic failed Hollywood story. She moved from Indiana at 18 to pursue her dream of becoming a movie star like her favorite actress, Reece Witherspoon.

She had tried for 8 years to make it, but only getting background work and one speaking role in a fast food commercial that was dubbed, so she didn’t get a full acting credit for it.

Her only success in the industry was being a “ho” in music videos. Girls would get paid an extra $50 a day if they were willing to wear bikinis in the videos, so that gave her steady work for a few years, until she “aged out” at 30.

Isabella: Used and Abused [PART 5] (MFF, dub-con, non-con, BDSM)

**Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction. All depictions of rape, violence and other illegal behaviours are merely fantasy. This writer does not condone sexual violence of any kind.**

*About Author: 21, F, Uni student, Australia*

PART 5

Level B3 was the only floor of the Science and Technology Department to receive funding for renovations. In stark contrast to the crumbling sandstone building above it, the gleaming underground laboratories had frosted glass sliding doors, sleek metal interiors and state-of-the-art technologies. As such, access to Level B3 was reserved for PHD students and researchers working on the University’s most sensitive and lucrative projects.

Dr Bardwell’s background was in biomedical engineering, but she was always looking for opportunities to develop her more unorthodox ideas – ideas that would certainly be rejected by the Ethics Board. So when Mr Fitzroy, the Vice-Chancellor himself, had requested her help on a classified project, she couldn’t refuse. For Dr Bardwell, the means were always justified by the ends. She hurried through the underground corridors of Level B3, clutching a tablet in one hand and in the other, balancing a tray of needles, vials, creams, pills and various other contraptions. Inside the lab, she found a first-year student strapped to the medical examination chair in the centre of the room, fully nude except for the leather bands across her body.

How wearing this bikini led to me [F] filling a fantasy of making out with a mom and more. [F] [MFMF] Part 2!

Part 2 here! Sorry to keep everyone waiting..

Here is part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/onlo6n/how_wearing_this_bikini_led_to_me_f_filling_a/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

While making out with Rachel and feeling her touch I couldn’t help but be soaking wet. I had no clue where things would go from here!! An actual gorgeous mom was into me and I couldn’t believe myself. Seeing the guys with hard ones just put us both over the top. Rachel slowly removed my bikini bottoms and kissed me on her way down to my clit. I now was sitting up watching her head buried in my pussy and the two guys slowly playing with themselves watching and smiling. Never seen my man so excited snd honestly I couldn’t contain myself as I was so wet. (To describe her husband he is around 6’ 2 or so with a slight dad bod, handsome face with salt/ pepper hair and beard, tanned and around a 5” dick but was thick and a nice size :)

Sons best friend, was my best ride.

(This is just something off the top of my head. It’s a short setup for a reoccurring fantasy of mine. Hope it’s of interest)

The car rocked steady and unbothered as the rain poured over the old beat up truck. Headlights off and foggy windows in that abandoned parking lot, were obvious indications of what was taking place if anyone were around to see.

I remember it all to well. The pina colada air freshener mixed with the smell of sex and sweat. Your radio playing something slow, while my red panties hung on your rear view mirror.. I’ll never forget that first animalistic grunt in my ear as you entered me.
A thick white cock in my tight brown cunt.

My face in your neck as I straddled you…. My hand twitching as I cling onto a bicep. My wedding ring reflecting a streetlight. Mistakes I still debate if I regret to this day . But in the moment it was all I wanted, and by the way you cling to me, it must have been all that filled your mind too.

A Night at the Movies- Part 1 (MF) (Public)

A boring movie doesn’t have to be boring. Let me explain…..

When I suggested to my Lion recently that we see the new escape room movie, the look he gave me was one of utter confusion. That is, until I pointed out that it would be a dark room, full of people, with reclining seats, and a movie that we don’t mind missing parts of. Realizing this situation would satisfy my fantasy about public shenanigans while still remaining discreet, his reply was simply “what a naughty kitty”.
Naughty indeed! Just the idea of him touching me while strangers sat close made me instantly wet!

Movie night came and I made sure to wear a short dress for easy access, and we purchased seats in the back corner. We were both very excited by the idea of this new experience. We are extremely adventurous when it comes to sex, but the closest we’ve come to anything public is fucking in his truck.

Requests Open

Want a fantasy brought to life? Commissions are slow in the height of summer so I’m opening free requests! I’ll write you custom erotica and you’ll get the file for free, with the understanding that the work or a version of it will also be added to a published collection under one of my pen names.

Nothing is off limits. First priority to kinks that will fit into my ongoing projects but feel free to hit me with any of your fantasies, and direct messaging me is fine if you’re shy. I will likely ask some questions to get the details right for you.

A long time fantasy realised [FFM] (long)

It started when we were 16. James and I (Beth) would text every day, flirting and joking together. Things nearly progressed a few times, but being the shy 16 year old I was, it never actually happened.

Fast forward a decade and we’d just started really talking again after a few years of just casual group interactions. At this stage James (26M) had a girlfriend (Holly, 25F), but despite this he and I quickly became close again and once again the flirting started. We started talking about sexual preferences, finding out about each other’s experiences and what we’d like to try. One thing we found we agreed on was threesome preferences- both of us leant towards two girls and one guy, with the extra girl being someone we were close to and had a good rapport with. I think at this stage we were both thinking of each other, but neither of us admitted it at the time.

Overpowered and dominated with no means of escape

I’d been talking to you at work for a while and could tell we were feeling eachother, and we danced around it for months. Finally, we were texting one Sunday afternoon and I told you I was doing laundry. You said you love doing laundry, I said I hated it, and you volunteered to come over and do it for me. I obviously loved the idea and you arrived about an hour later.

I was folding clothes in my bedroom when you rang the doorbell, and you looked great. Jean skirt with a tank top, with a little SoCal glisten that happens in late summer from the heat. We walked to my room and you started folding as we began to chat.

I told you that you were doing a great job, and that you were never allowed to leave! You smiled and shook your head without saying a word:

“What is it?” I asked.

“I kind of feel weird saying this but I have a fantasy where I’m trapped somewhere by a man and I can’t escape. He has his way with me and I try to get away but can’t.”

Embrace of the Goddess Epilogue [Part 1 of 3] [FF] [BDSM] [Fantasy] [Corruption] [Monsters] [Dark]

Embrace of the Goddess: Epilogue (Part 1 of 3)

By Trixie Adara

Maloth

The city had fallen when the goddess arrived. Hours ago, Iriel had summoned her to Tiriniel, the last bastion of the elves. Tiriniel, the shining white city that watched over the Falls of Shadrath. Tiriniel, home of the largest temple of Azora. The last temple of Azora.

This was it, the beginning of the end.

Maloth was in her chambers, devouring the soul of a sweet mother of four. The poor woman was trapped in a lifeless marriage, and worshipping Azora was the only speck of ecstasy she could find in her life. It was the new shred of humanity in Maloth that made her think of it as “saving” the middle-aged woman. Her soul was rich and luscious, like a dark chocolate truffle, and Maloth was enjoying the flip as her prey — now soulless — was wearing Iriel’s strap-on, pinning her oldest daughter — twenty with thick and wavy red hair — to the chamber floor and plowing her. The mother was getting a lot off her chest as she listed all the things her daughter never appreciated about her. She spanked her daughter hard as she fucked her, but it wasn’t playful. It wasn’t the teasing spank of lovers. Her daughter cried out in agony as her mother struck the same spot again and again. The skin grew pink to red, but the mother kept striking.