Heartthrob [MF] [Colleagues to lovers] [Pure want]

I can see you through the glass wall of the conference room. Me, always being to early for our meetings, gets the pleasure of seeing you enter the room. Your hands are buried deep into your pockets, always so casual. So god damn sexy. Your eyes meet mine when you pause in the doorway, a playful smile teasing your lips.

“Hey” you say and then you walk in, taking the seat beside mine. My body tingles, usually you choose to sit across from me, something I love as it gives me full access to let my eyes wander over you. Having you this close makes my mind rush in an instant to something rated R.

Today you are wearing a blue denim shirt with white buttons. It suits you, always so handsome. I suddenly feel underdressed for the office, even if it’s casual friday, a simple black skirt, a white t-shirt and my black converse. You turn to me and I look at you, trying to sound casual when I say “Hey you” and smile, my heart pounding hard in my chest. The air is thick, we’ve been playfully teasing each other on the company Skype system, friendly like colleagues do of course, but I think my flirting is a little to obvious. Or rather… I want it to be. “How come you’re always early?” You lean forward, resting your forearms against the conference table. Again, you do it casual, making my hormones go crazy.

[F]irst time with my girl[f]riend Part 2

I’m not sure how to tag the first part of this story but hello welcome to the rest of my fantasy that came to life!
I hope you all enjoyed the first bit and hopefully it left you waiting to find out what happened next, let me know if you like these half stories or if you want the whole thing at once (I have quite a few to tell). but okay here we go

Fantasy that gets off the wife. [MFF].

My wife is really into submission and humiliation. This is our recent fantasy that she used to play with herself while at work.

Disclaimer: Contains strong elements of degradation, humiliation and BDSM. This is a fantasy which she approves of. She is 5’10”. Brunette. C cups. Looks a little like Katy Perry.

‘A typical day in the life of a Filthy CumWhore’

You will kneel in the corner of a dingy motel room with your hands crossed behind your back. You will whimper slightly around the panties balled up in your mouth. you are naked, collared and plugged. To me, your master, you are nothing but a wet hole to house my cock in and to pump full of my cum.

You will wait endlessly when I tell you to get on your knees. I like to make you wait. I also like to make you pay for the room. You will always dress like a prostitute and pay in cash. You will use an alias name when checking in for our sessions. (I will decide that name soon) This is to remind you that you are my whore.

It will be ten o’clock. On a Tuesday morning.

Closing Shift, or, The Dumpster Diver [queer] [NB/NB]

Mopping is my favorite part of the job. There’s something satisfying about cleaning up all the stickiness and filth that has accumulated on the cafe floor over the course of the day. We’re supposed to dim the lights when we’re closing, but I never do; I love seeing the floor gleam once I’m done.

I dump the water and put the cleaning supplies back in the closet, then hang up my apron and clock out. My bike is out back, so I use the back entrance, dimming the lights at last and locking the door behind me. I check my watch. It’s 10:15, a little later than usual. I’m eager to get home to my cats, and to the book I’ve been reading, the latest release in my favorite fantasy series.

As I’m unlocking my bike in the back alley, I hear a slam. “Shit,” someone says. I turn toward the source, squinting. There’s someone over by the dumpster for the local pizza place, holding a box of pizza in one hand and rubbing their head with the other. There are several more pizza boxes on the ground next to them. I surmise that the dumpster lid must have hit them as they were claiming their prize.

[M]aster’s [F]antasy (long)

For the past few months I’ve reignited an old flame, who was always the dominant one in our past play. However, since coming back around he has totally become my slut, and I his Madame. But this week he’s been kind of down, which made me fantasize about briefly giving up power and letting him use me as his slut in an effort perk up his mind and his cock…and that’s exactly what I did.

As usual, we spent the morning swapping texts, talking about how badly we want one another. At this point, I am still in charge as his Madame. He was in his office alone, and I ordered him to stroke himself but not to cum, and I teased that I’d be coming by to finish him myself. He responded saying he wishes he could come serve me, bringing me coffee, and pleasuring me while I worked. I told him if he brought me my coffee, he could get under my desk and drink his juice…that really got him going, and I told him to explicitly describe how he’d pleasure me while I began playing with my wet pussy.

That Time that my Buddy and I Jerked Off to Naughty Videos of my Wife [MM]

I wrote earlier about a threesome that my wife and I had with a friend of mine. It was one of the hottest nights of my life, seeing her completely losing control and being filled up by our cocks. I had known for a while that my friend had a thing for my wife, it wasn’t much of a secret. He never crossed the line with me, but I also liked knowing that guys (and girls for that matter) were into her. She is sexy and who wouldn’t be into that? He and I go out for beer all the time, so he knew a lot about her and about our sex life. I always liked talking about it, seeing people react to it, it’s a turn-on knowing that people are thinking of her that way. He had dated a girl for a few years, and they recently had a pretty bad break-up, so he and I went out to talk things over, get drunk, talk shit about her…you know, the usual. He told me how good she was at giving head, that he was really going to miss that. In the bar, he pulls up a video on his phone of her sucking his dick. I was a little caught off guard but played it cool. She definitely looked sexy, sucking his dick, really getting into it. I was a little surprised he showed me a video with his cock in it, but hey, can’t show the dick sucking video without showing the dick. I decided to be fair since he showed me his video, I pulled up a quick video of my wife playing with her pussy for him to see. I could see it in his eyes that he was really excited to see that, which really got me turned on. I loved knowing he’d seen that video and would be thinking of it later.

Mind fuck: A tale of desire

The Present

Crashed while taking a rest before going to dance blues fusion. What’s a girl to do having missed a night of wonderful dancing and all that body contact?

I think for a while. All the thoughts are, naturally, about sensuality, beauty, kink, human interaction and sex. I’m the definition of a half time, full tilt, hedonist. Some say “slut”, some say “whore”. Call me what you will. I answer to all of them.

I don’t feel like masturbating. My thoughts, however, are masturbatory. Instead, I find myself pulling hard at my nipples, wanting his strong hands to pull hard so they reach their pain threshold. My thoughts switch to my last orgasm. Spreading myself wide open, my labia pulled tight to the side to be as exposed as possible. He asked me to do it. I love the words “open yourself for me”, or the command “open up!”. Those words flip a switch in my brain. He likes me to do the exact thing that just happens to get my temperature to rise. Next thing, I’m “half way there”. The mental part – being so open, so totally revealed and vulnerable – a desire to be virtually turned inside out. I WANT, on the inside. Not your dick, per se, though nothing wrong with that. No, something much, much hotter. I want your desire. It’s tentacles reaching into my core, taking hold and rattling me from the inside.

[Group] My girlfriend and I meet another couple online.

Selina and I had spent weeks unpacking over our threesome with Ben (for that story, read here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ft8ypb/mfm_my_first_threesome_and_the_beginning_of_a/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share )
A door had opened for us and we were in a whole new world. Our dirty talk regularly featured the inclusion of other people we knew in our day to day life. We would talk about what our dynamic was. We agreed we weren’t a cuckold couple. A stag and vixen may be more apt but in the end what we settled on was that we were swingers. It turned us both on seeing the other interacting with someone new and having done it for real now we knew it wasn’t just idle fantasy but a legitimate fetish. Naturally we wanted to explore it more.

Craigslist had proven unsuccessful at finding a new man or woman to invite to play. However a man who lived in the apartment down the hall evidently recognized Selina in the picture we posted and that was funny lol
In my search I stumbled accross a swinger’s social site for our area (we lived in a major metropolitan area). It was a combination chat room/message board for people to meet and share stories and arrange encounters. It was there that I connected to Kim and Scott.

First time rimming [m]y shy wi[f]e

I’ve always been obsessed with my wife’s ass. She is very thin but has a perfect perky butt. I can’t get enough of it. I’ve always made sure to kiss it and rub it over her panties whenever I had the opportunity. However, despite my clear obsession with all things butt, she’s very sexually vanilla and reserved. I’ve mentioned anal in passing a couple of times and immediately got a “no that is so nasty!!” She made it very clear she has zero desire to try it. I was disappointed, but respected her wishes and wrote off the idea of butt stuff. I certainly didn’t dare mention my biggest fantasy – rimming. Boy was in for a surprise…

Echelon [MF] [fantasy]

Drowning on the battlefield. The magical mists congealed inside her nasal cavity and her throat, blocking the movement of air in her body. She could hear the laughter and jeers of the witches and warlocks standing in relative safety behind the defensive lines of the opposing army while they conjured and manipulated the foul pinkish gray gas that was killing her and her comrades, but veering away from the enemy combatants.

Every second she stood there in the melee, sword and shield in either hand, blocking and striking at foes coming from every direction, she got weaker and weaker until she could stand no longer.

Her final thought before passing out was, if only there had been a mage in her echelon, she and her comrades would have countered the mystical capabilities of the enemy and would most likely have won this battle.

“Ms. Bridges?”

“Wuh?”

Aurora Bridges lifted her head off her desk with bleary eyes. Afternoon sunlight was coming through the windows of her classroom. She rubbed her eyes and focused on the voice coming from in front of her. Henry Campbell, a seventh grade student, was looking at her sympathetically.