Reconnecting [straight sex] [friends] [cheating] [first time]

When we were growing up we were inseparable. I was a tomboy and there was nothing that Nick could do that I wouldn’t force myself to learn to do better. It was an ongoing contest, and the biggest point of contention in our friendship.

Then there was the time when he got mad at me for trying to kiss him, to show I knew how and was better than him at it, and he pushed me out of the tree we were hanging out in. We were ten. His mama was never one for spanking, but she actually left a bruise on his behind that particular time. In all fairness though, I broke my leg in two places, but he was the one who ran to get help when he saw the bone sticking through my skin. I screamed and cried when they said I needed surgery to fix it. I begged for them to let him come back with me and they did, until I was knocked out at least.

My sexual fantasy [kidnap]

Jack is a kidnapper, he has been keeping Anna in his wooden house deep in a forest for a few months since the day he started kidnapping her. There was no sexual contact between them as he never touches her. He always keeps a distance, and so does she.

One night, Anna is taking off her clothes for a shower. She did not realize that she made a mistake: the open door. She forgot to close the door of her kidnap room because she thought Jack was asleep; he tends to go to bed early every night. As she takes off her clothes and becomes fully naked, she senses the presence of someone that is looking at her, a presence of a figure that is obscure. She turns her head to pay attention to the door and frozen; Jack was standing there, staring at her. She gasped! Then immediately grab the shirt to covers her vulnerable, naked body. Everything becomes silent. His eyes run all over her body, seeing every part of her, desiring them. She looks at the ground to avoid his eye contact, blushing hard. Her heart beats harder and louder and she is listening to that intense rhythm. The fear on her face appears obvious, and he can see that through her eyes. Anna decides she will take risks by quickly running at the door to try to shut it. But Jack is too strong, he immediately pushes the door back with one arm. As the door opens wide, he quickly approaches her like a predator jump at the prey. His arms wrap around her waist, pinning her onto the ground and press his lips to her, kisses her hard, passionately.

Taken – Part Five

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. This is my fantasy, be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

The last time he was here, he used me three times. By the third time, my brain was dead. I couldn’t fight back anymore, I didn’t have any energy. He left me on the floor, used and dirty and in pain. I’m still laying on the floor. My ass and legs are bruised, my asshole is raw and I’m exhausted. I tried to fight back all the way through the first one and even a 1/2 of the way through the second. By the third, I didn’t have any fight left. I know I need to get up and go take a bath before I sleep. I lift my head and look at how far the bath tub is. If I go turn on the water, I can lay on the cold bathroom floor while it fills. This is motivation enough, and I do just that. I get in the bath and wash everything head to toe…twice. Then I get out and go straight to sleep.

[FM] [FMMM] [Group] [20F] fucked my way across Europe for a semester – Part 4

Read parts [one](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hwron7/group_fmmm_i_20f_fucked_my_way_across_europe_for/), [two](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hxdiwx/fm_m_i_20f_fucked_my_way_across_europe_for_a/), and three here.

I took several steps back and sat on the foot of the bed, my heart clenching. Fuck. We had just crossed a line. Several lines. The lines probably weren’t even visible in our rear-view mirror. “Charlie — I’m so sorry,” I whispered.

He kept staring at the ceiling, his cock softening as he stood there, leaning against the door. “S’not your fault,” he murmured, brushing the back of his hand under his nose and sniffing, his eyes still watering, “I wanted this. I encouraged it.”

Guilt tightened in my chest. I have never claimed to be a perfect person. I helped my then-best friend cheat on every single one of her high school boyfriends and justified it by saying it “didn’t count” because we were both women. I went down on a friend maybe an hour before she gave her wedding vows. But I had never helped a man cheat on a woman. It felt different. Call it sexism, call it homophobia. But engaging in heterosexual contact with a man who had a girlfriend felt worse than my previous forays into being the other woman. Even if it had only been for a moment. A part of me wondered if I would still feel as guilty if he hadn’t expressed regret.

My Obsession With My Sister (incest | brother/sister | mf | taboo)

**Part 1**

**The Panties Draw Me In**

This summer, I was back home after my first semester of college. It was nice to have my room to myself again for a while. The privacy would be nice after sharing a dorm with another guy for the past few months. The first thing I did when I came home was lay on my queen size bed that was much better than the full size in the dorm room. Just knowing I would be sleeping there for the next two months made me happy.

After getting unpacked in my old room, I went down to see if the family was home. It was just before noon so my parents were still at work. I went to check if my little sister Ashley was home. She must have been out also because her room was empty. Unfortunately, I would have to wait until later to catch up with the family. I had not seen them since the break in the winter.

The Sexcapades of Cassidy & Annalise [lesfic][romance][vanilla]

“Don’t you ever get bored?”

I blinked in surprise, the unexpected question rousing me from my contemplative trance. Turning away from my computer, I glanced over my shoulder. My body followed the motion as my chair swiveled slowly to complete the action. Facing the open door to my study, I cocked my head to the side, quirking my eyebrows curiously at my bestie. 

Annalise stood in the entrance, leaning against the doorway in her black tank top and red short shorts. One hand perched against the curve of her waist, her other arm was hidden behind the wall. Short and svelte, her body language and demeanor told me that my redheaded housemate was bored and looking for conversation.

“Of what?” I asked innocently. She pouted at me, snorting a short *harrumph’d* breath of annoyance through her nostrils as she frowned. The action was almost childlike but it somehow suited Annalise. I’d always thought she was cute. 

“You know what I’m talking about.” Moving fully into the doorframe now, I saw that she held an apple in her hand.

I [22F] hooked up with a musician [M] on his tour bus

To begin I’m no longer 22 (oh my youth), but this story is 100% factual. AND I know the first middle and last name of the musician I slept with. It’s kind of my thing. Even when I was being a whore after a nasty breakup and going through my trampage, I still made sure I knew the full name of all of my hookups.

This story has a bit of a beginning, before the good part happens. I am a scene kid. Not a former scene kid, because it’s not a phase mom…and I went to A LOT of shows. I also had a lot of friends in the music industry whether it was security, lighting, stage hands, sound engineers, recording studio owners, etc.

One night my girlfriend Rachel and I went to a show called Noise in the Basement which was a really popular weekly show that Baltimore used to put on. Her boyfriend Mike always did the sound for the shows so I had VIP access and was on the balcony that night with the sound equipment looking down at the show. The band was playing, the vibe was amazing and we were having an amazing time.

I Didn’t Mean to Cheat [Pt 1]

“I am sorry sir. Because of the complications with the pandemic your flight has been rescheduled for tomorrow evening”

“Well, what am I supposed to do? Stay here? In the AIRPORT? All night?” I frantically asked gripping the edge of the podium separating me from the pretty Indian girl.

“Oh no sir. Wel will accommodate you. We have several passengers in the same boat” She responded clicking away at her computer. “Annndddd here we are. We have made you a reservation at a 5 Star Hotel. We have a shuttle bus that goes there every half hour” She said tugging a few pieces of paper off of her printer and handing them to me.

“So I just go to the shuttle? Then go check in? It doesn’t cost me anything?” I asked

“Oh no sir. The airport takes care of these sorts of things”

“Thanks” I mindlessly replied, while spinning on my heel and reading over the documents. After reading over all the important bits I tugged my cell phone out from my pants pocket and began scrolling through my contacts.

Office Foot Fetish [MF]

Setting the stage:

When I was 23 I took a role as an inside sales associate for a manufacturing company. This was my first role outside of a construction background.

A few months after getting settled into the role our administrative assistant was moved to our corporate office and we hired a new lady to fulfill this role. We’ll call her Sherri.

Sherri was a firecracker, she didn’t hold a word back. She was petite (5′-1″) and cute. Better looking than most women her age (52) and certainly more attractive than the other three ladies in the office. She was divorced and without children.

About a month after Sherri started we were in the break room before the office opened. She knelt down at the refrigerator to slide her tupperware into the bottom drawer. This was the first time I had seen a good glimpse of her feet. The heel of her small shoe (size 6) popped at the stress of the bend and the arch of Sherri’s soles exposed. We made small talk as I set the coffee to brew. Wanting to see more of Sherri’s feet, I used this water-cooler opportunity to compliment her shoes. They weren’t anything special, but I hoped my ulterior motive would pay off.

The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel, Chapter 8 (MF) (Vacation) (Oral)

“Is this your first time flying, Anna? Or just your first time on a private jet?” the boss asks.

They are at the airport in a private room waiting for his pilot to give them the all clear to board. After weeks of waiting and preparations, they are finally headed to Europe.

“I’ve never flown before, sir. If I said I wasn’t nervous I’d be lying,” Anna says, her knee nervously bouncing. She looks at her boss, so calm, so relaxed. She wishes she could adopt his demeanor but he’s probably been doing this all his life. She hasn’t. She looks in her bag and makes sure she has her headphones and book to distract her on the flight. She isn’t terribly comfortable with flying. A sly smirk spreads across her face as she wonders if her boss has other plans for her on the plane. She is at his beckoned call, after all.

“If we were flying commercial this flight would take 12-14 hours with layovers and stops. But because your boss is a very wealthy man we will be there in less time than it would take you to drive back to Ohio,” he says, putting an arm around her, bringing her back from her momentary fantasy.