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I think I found a magic hot tub – Incident 4 (of 4) [MF]. Now all I can do is hope for more.

[Link to Incidents 1 & 2 where things started.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lvu17n/i_think_i_found_a_magic_hot_tub_incidents_1_2_of/)

[Link to Incident 3 where something actually happened (the first time I’ve been naked with a girl and my first handjob and blowjob).](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lwky6o/i_think_i_found_a_magic_hot_tub_incident_3_of_4_mf/)

Quick background if you didn’t read my first two posts (though you should at least Incident 3 because it was pretty great): I just moved to a new city where the only person I know is my sister. I met up with her best friend who had also recently moved to town and we’ve started hanging out. She lives super close to me and her apartment complex has a hot tub, and every time she’s invited me over to use it there’s been nudity involved somewhere along the way (be it her or somebody else – see incident 1). I’m in my later 20s and have zero sexual experience and all the stuff that’s happened is brand new to me, so it’s been a fun and exciting few weeks.

**Hot Tub Incident 4 (the very next night)**

My fantasy is to be taped up helplessly with no senses, to be a plaything for 2 cocks

Obviously this would be utterly harrowing and I’d probably need a month off work and my own body weight in chocolate and pickles to get over it, but it’s the one thing that can send me over the edge no matter the time or place.

I’ve been restrained with tape before, and I’ve been strangled, and I’ve been a fucktoy for a day longer than was healthy, sooo… my scenario is thus:

I’m riding a guy. Cowgirl position, completely naked. His two friends are warming up and taking photos. Everyone is laughing. We’re having a good time.

Then the pantyhose is shoved over my head. No warning. The guy I’m riding puts his hands around my throat tightly to keep me in place. Before I can scream, the third guy is already wrapping duct tape around my face tightly. The second guy is holding my wrists up high to keep me in place.

10 rounds of the tape, and now he’s doing the same over my eyes. I can’t talk besides a low mumble, and now I can’t see. They’re taping my wrists together. Tightly. And now my elbows.

I can’t move. Read more »

My fantasy woman….

She’s in the kitchen starting to cook. I walk in and wrap my arms around her in a hug, nonchalantly grabbing her boobs while smiling playfully. She smiles unseen; she’s come to expect this kind of playfulness, and knows how to deal it back in kind. She tells me I’m just in time to help her cook, smirking now at the mild disappointment on my face. We both knew it would go this way though, by now we’ve been together long enough to know how to expect each other to react.
Smiling, I say “Maybe I had something else in mind.”
“I know exactly what you had in mind” she replies, smirking again.
“I was just thinking maybe we order a pizza.”
“Yeah, that’s what you were thinking about.”
“Even if it weren’t, you have no proof I was thinking about anything else.”
“You think so, huh? What about where your hands are?”
“What? I can’t even hug you without you thinking that’s on my mind?”
But we both know I want her. I always want her. So many years together and that’s never changed. But she knows I respect her; maybe that’s what turns her on these days. She knows even when I push I’d never do anything without her consent, I love her too much to do anything like that.
“Now help me make dinner” she says, as though she’d let me refuse. Which of course means I have to play fight her.
“I’m so terribly tired from work, I don’t know how much longer I can stay on my feet.”
She smirks, and I know she’s going to use whatever I say next against me. “Oh really? So you must be too tired to do anything else before we get some sleep tonight too?”
“I didn’t say that, just that I don’t know about being on my feet.”
“Great!” she says, “You can sit right over there and peel potatoes.”
I give her a sideways grin. She always looks so smug when she wins. Call me smitten, but it looks cute on her. But she’s always been beautiful to me. But it was her inner beauty that made me fall in love with her.
She’s kind to strangers, she listens to people, she loves with everything she has and everything she is. She has a way of bringing out the best in people.
We’re older now, and while her inner beauty grows daily, she can’t help but watch her physical beauty fade. It breaks my heart she can’t see what I see. She says I’m biased, and maybe I am, but I think she’s more beautiful every day. She sees the wrinkles creep up slowly, or a little bit of dinner stay with her around her belly and she thinks her beauty is fading. But not to me. I couldn’t love her more. But then, I’ve said that before.
I sit and start peeling potatoes, but it’s not long before she catches me stealing looks at her. “Can’t stop thinking about getting me huh?”, she asks. I smile. There’s some truth to those words, but it’s more than that. She’s beautiful in a way I’m not sure she’s ever known she is, and it radiates from every pore. Not even her freckles, scars, or even her wrinkles could hide it. I’d tell her as much, but she’d laugh it off like she always has. Besides, what words could do justice to what I see in her? Better to let my eyes do the talking. I think she knows how to read my eyes anyway, something in them must tell her the truth in what I say I see in her. Read more »

Facials pt. 2 [MF]

Not sure how to describe this but since my vasectomy a few years back I’ve noticed a huge change in my cum. Not like colour or smell but amount.

When my wife and I were dating and first married I was a pull out guy. She was on the pill but it was just an added “precaution” (I know, it’s almost the least cautious way) that we took. It didnt seem to matter if I was sober or drunk, when it was time to blow I pulled out. Occasionally we’d both be like “whoa, there was alot” but we could chalk that up to going a few days between me cumming.

Most of my pull outs were usually splashed across her belly or tits if we were facing each other or her ass if it was from the back. Again, I’d admire my handy work but not really note any crazy amounts.

Fast forward a few years and we’ve got kids now and make the decision that I am getting the snip. Snip day happens, I go through the recovery phase of how ever many weeks they reccomend, get tested and confirmed I’m just shooting blanks now. Read more »

[MF] I (30M) fucked an ex-student (25F) on my office desk.

I’m a newish professor and this is about an ex-student for whom I was a TA for while I was in grad school. She was 25 now, 5ft 2, and with the right amount of curves.

Last year, she was on campus for an alumni industry panel. We ran into each other after the discussion and ended up catching up over drinks later at a place near the university campus. We got quite flirty while having drinks and we ended up making out in an alley as we headed out. She suggested that we could head to my office in campus and we pretty much ran our way over to it. Once inside, I locked the door and we were all over each other. She let it slip that she used to have a big crush on me when I was her TA and she would fantasize getting fucked in my office hours. Needless to say, I fulfilled that fantasy of her to satisfaction that night.

She works across the country and we stay in ‘touch’ via texts and the occasional FaceTime. Read more »

Tara’s training diary – Day Two, by Kay Callovan [fantasy, light BDSM, submissive, FM, anal, free use]

**Day Two**

The morning bell woke me. Though I knew at once where I was, it took a few moments to work out what was happening and what was expected from me. My head was foggy from sleep, and I couldn’t yet recall what we were supposed to do other than vacate our beds. I nearly stood up as I rolled off mine, but luckily I remembered just in time that standing was strictly forbidden. Instead, I crouched next to my bed. “Present yourselves, properly!” our guard yelled. He was staring angrily at me, though I’m sure the other inmates were as befuddled as myself. He then reminded us ‘properly’ meant kneeling by the iron bars at the front of our cages with our knees six inches apart and our hands held behind our heads.

“It’s not my work to tell you lot what to do, only to make sure you all do it,” the guard bellowed. He walked along the row of cages glaring at our naked bodies. When he started banging his paddled against the bars, I was worried he might start hitting us with it. He was right, of course – our two instructrixes had drilled us on our morning routine last night. But to be fair to us, it usually takes time for such things to become second nature. Read more »

First Eroticast – Early Feedback Desired x-post from r/BDSMerotica

I humbly submit to you a pet project that would benefit from early and honest feedback.

It’s audio that blends lurid fantasy with forbidden passion. TRUST. SEDUCTION. DOMINATION.

[https://open.spotify.com/show/2oMJdkwkg1ulc7CHED8F85](https://open.spotify.com/show/2oMJdkwkg1ulc7CHED8F85)

Episode Description: A desperate call invades her simple evening. Old memories are stirred. A frenzied pleasure is replaced with self-loathing and instant regrets. The words “I really missed you” linger on the line and perpetuate the cycle.

Your feedback on all forms is appreciated and will be included into the refinements I’m making to the series.

The Poker game

So a few weeks had passed and I had been pretty regular at Jim’s, cleaning out the rooms and finding many many more items that clearly had been used for entertaining Jim and his friends.

As we had struck up a relatively close relationship, nothing sexual had happened since my show for him but he had asked me to wear certain items of lingerie for his pleasure. Whilst I was happy for him to look I hadn’t taken it any further.

Jim had mentioned a couple of times, about me helping him out with a night of entertainment for him and his friends, he asked if I would serve drinks and snacks, wear something revealing but it was my choice if it was from his wife’s collection or somehow I had. At first I was quite taken back by his suggestion of wearing his wife’s lingerie or clothes, I wasn’t really keen on this at first as it meant I would probably be expected to be their play thing….

I made my excuses with Jim and said I would need to think about what he was asking, he made it very clear it was just a poker game for him and his five close friends, they were all a similar age, mostly professional seniors with wife’s who no longer engaged in there fantasies or needs. Read more »