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Wet dream
I woke up from a wet dream this morning. Hasn’t happened to me in quite awhile. The dream I was getting my pussy and asshole eaten for hours. I woke up creamy in my underwear. Waking up I started to come to and realized I just had multiple orgasms in my sleep. Now all I want is to sit on someone’s face. The fantasy with the dream is real. I must confess. Has anyone else had these dreams? are you into pussy eating for hours? kik me if you want to chat shesonitdeep
This is my first attempt so feedback is appreciated and let me know if I should do part 2 please
[Link to the first story if you want background or descriptions](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mbpsew/mf_i_fucked_my_cousins_gf/)
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Me and Denise fucked four times in about 5 hours that day. I had never been drained like that before. Naturally this only jacked up our texting conversations to a new level. This girl really was incredible. I had never heard such nasty dirty talk or gotten so many filthy pictures and videos before. Eventually Denise asked me what fantasies or kinks did I have that I had never gotten to act on before.
“I know you’re experienced, but there has to be something you’ve never gotten to do” she said
“The only thing that comes to mind is roleplaying a little more, but I honestly can’t even tell you of a specific scenario I’d like to play out.” I was being truthful. I never really gave it enough thought.
“Well I’ve got something for you” said Denise “Let me tell you my darkest fantasy and you tell me what you think. Promise not to judge?”
“Obviously”
“I’ve done a lot of roleplaying, but the one scenario I could never get your cousin to do was CNC” she said.
A few years ago, I had a period between serious relationships where I dated a lot and had some fun adventures. This is the story of one of those adventures.
To create a mental image, here’s a brief description of the two people in this story:
Me: male, 6’5″, average size cock, a little stocky.
Veronica: 5’8″, brunette curly hair, curvy, enormous boobs, very bubbly personality, incredibly submissive.
I’ve never been that into BDSM or aggressive sex. It’s just not me. I’m really laid back, I’m not all that domineering, and I’m not into physical discomfort or punishment. BDSM or anything along those lines is a fun idea for those who like it – it’s just not my thing.
When I met Veronica, that changed a bit. I didn’t want to get into spanking or anything like that. On one of our first dates, we got to talking about sexual fantasies. I’m very open about being a sexual person, and I believe that two people in a relationship should be sexually compatible in order for the relationship to work. She confessed to me that she had a huge fantasy of being used sexually. She loved the idea of someone coming by her place out of the blue uninvited, inviting themselves in, and having using her to get off. All without any pretense of returning the favor – she just wanted to be used.
A Night out between sisters
I know this is a long read, but I write erotica for customers. This is a sample I’m sharing, with a request of course. It’s not for everyone, as some things are slightly more fantasy than reality. I wrote it with specific instructions. If you like it and want me to write some for you, HMU. I don’t charge cash, I usually work in trade. Hope you enjoy!
It was an important meeting. She needed to secure her goal without fail lest her reputation implode. Everything was riding on her powers of persuasion and she was ready to do anything. For she was dealing with the King, a powerful brick of a man known for his formidable judgement and steady authority. He was both loved and feared by all. Men cowered in his shadow & vied for his approval, as women draped themselves on him whenever he allowed.
She knew it would not be easy to get what she wanted. She knew she had to give a little in order to take. Her strategy was to disarm, distract and infiltrate. So she purposefully selected a dress that showed off all her assets, a low rounded neckline and a flared skirt cut just below her ass made of waist-hugging silk. Knee high boots and a suit jacket finished the look. She felt in control, and ready to make this supposed King kneel.
She walked with purpose towards his office, her hips swinging side to side to match her stride. She could feel people’s gaze on her short skirt as it rhythmically smacked the back of her upper thighs. It made her excited, anticipating and powerful.
“I don’t know what you’ve been eating, kid. But I’m impressed. If you keep moving like that, McKenna is going down.”
Ashley was spot-on about the dancing. And even though every lesson with her turns into a heated interaction he can’t stop jerking off to afterward, it has improved his movement in the ring.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” He asks Joe with more motivation than ever.
“Keep this up for a few more weeks, and I’m making a few calls.” Joe’s expression is enough to plant more confidence in the young boxer.
And with the hope of potential greatness hanging in the air, Brandon goes home early to share the good news with Ashley. There’s something about their relationship that makes him want to tell her everything these days.
She’s become somewhat of a soul-mate, and he’s unable to figure out where to draw the line. All he knows is that she lit a fire inside him. And the fire is quickly transforming into a chaotic blaze.
As he steps into the living room, he finds Ashley, stretching in her underwear with her back turned. And her blaring headphones prevent her from noticing him closing the door.
Why Brandon placed a time-limit on how long his sister could stay didn’t even make sense to him. But he needed to feel in control when he gave it away. And her presence, within the first five minutes, has livened up one of the most depressing place he knows – his apartment.
“You’re off already? I just got here.” Ashley says while getting used to her new home. And she does so by inspecting every drawer and cupboard she can find.
“Welcome to reality, where you never seem to stop working.”
“You really work two jobs?” She asks like she can’t believe it. From her neck of the woods, people spend more time going on vacation than at the office.
“How much did you happen to ease-drop on back there?”
“Enough to help me remember you always were a bad dancer. Feet as dumb as bricks, was it? I still don’t know how you got all the girls to like you after strutting your stuff on the dance floor.”
“Very funny. I work security at night and tutor during the day. So, yeah, I guess it qualifies as two jobs.”
My wife and I were just coming back from a dinner date. It was raining steady as I pulled our van into the driveway. I put the vehicle in park and turned the engine off. I looked over at my beautiful passenger. Her dark hair falling across her face as she reached down to grab her purse. Just as she straightened up I brushed her hair to the side and kissed her long and softly. She cooed as she always does. Whether I’m rubbing her arm as we watch a movie or I’m sucking on her nipples.
Making sure we had our belongs we headed out into the rain. Walking ahead of her I grabbed the key to the door, slid it in and stopped. Maybe it was the few beers at dinner. But mostly it was the dirty talk of my fantasies during our dinner that she was surprisingly on board with is what kept me from unlocking the door.
I turned around and stared at my wife with a look I’m certain she’s never seen. Before she had a chance to say anything, I set our leftovers on the porch chair, took the key out of the lock and turned around. I grabbed her wet head with both hands and kissed her so hard we slightly lost our balance. She wrapped her small arms around me bringing me in close. With one hand I kept her lips locked with mine but I lowered my bottom lip just enough to get her bottom lip into my mouth where I lightly sucked on it. She pulled back and looked at me.
It’s not uncommon for you to shower at my place, nor is it strange for you to walk around in nothing but a towel. We’ve been friends a long time, and recently we started sleeping together. Nothing more than fuck buddies, someone to cum with and then carry on about our own business. Our only agreement is to be exclusive to each other. Today is one of those days where you’re walking through my small house in your bare feet with a bath towel barely covering your ass wrapped around you. We’re planning on going out for drinks and to throw some darts tonight, so I’m about to get in the shower when I notice you bent over the bed, folding your used laundry.
My dick stiffens as I watch you from the bathroom. I hurriedly finish undressing, quietly walking behind you and cupping your soft smooth pussy. You start and then moan involuntarily as my hand caresses you, a finger dipping between your lips as it slides over you. You feel the heat rising from my touch, warming you in ways that cry out lustfully. I press the tip of my veiny cock against your simp, forcing it into your warm, wet slit. You’re tight, but I stretch your walls around my shaft, feeling their slick grip on me as you moan again, softly whispering my name.