So, I’m quite drunk right now and these thoughts have been running around in my head. To be all alone with a guy I just met, him being much taller and larger in size than me. Making me feel intimidated. How hed start touching my thighs, my neck and anything else he could grab. I’d tell him to stop many times but he’d just push me back against the sofa, gripping my tiny little wrists in his large hands, pinning me down with his body. How id cry out for him to stop as he pulls my close off, my tiny little skirt, followed by my tank top. Tears running down my pretty pink cheeks.
I wouldn’t be able to move as he just uses me the way he likes, telling me how much of a dirty slut I am, degrading me, bullying me, abusing me. Fuck I want it.
Tag: Fantasy
[MF] Pregnant, married co worker at the Christmas party
It’s that time of year again. Christmas party season is upon us. Nothing like an office Christmas party to make facing your colleagues awkward as hell the following Monday. Hook-ups, fall outs, drunken confessions and of course an absolute shit show display of dance moves.
**A Hot Thought**
A couple of years ago I took a promotion at work that removed me from “the field” and made me pretty much office based. My role is very male dominated and generally older gents from 40 and beyond. Me? 29 years of age, the youngest in my role. We shared an office floor with the accounts department that was very female dominated and pretty much all good looking in their own right. It was like a group of runway models walking through the office and of course there were no complaints from the guys.
One girl caught my eye. Zara. A total stunner. 5’8” with a figure and long legs that made her look 7 feet tall. Dark hair, tanned complexion. Just… YES! I guessed she was 27, or thereabouts. Well actually I hoped she was about 27 but truthfully thought she was more 24 or 25 and that left me a little disappointed that she was so much younger.
Cherry-Red Confidence – Ch 02, in which a reluctant couple’s sexual frustration finally boils over, thanks to too much hot-tub teasing. [MF] [Str8] [A Very Relieving First-Time]
[Original Work] by Explicit Inkwell
[Focuses on: Both him and her, vanilla sex]
[Overall feel: A Very Relieving First-Time]
[For fans of: >!First time experiences, overcoming reluctance and shyness, a simple and believable plot, taking it slow, lots of build-up, teasing, dirty talk, choking, a touch of anal play, vaginal sex, cumming inside, and of course still swimsuits.!<]
Cheerfully she swung open her front door and smiled wide to meet him, a sight he would never tire of – except this time, he found her standing in front of him with nothing but a baggy shirt hanging down over her bare thighs; a sight that he decided he would also never tire of. They embraced before he could comment, lips locked for a brief moment before she spun around and lead him into the house, the oversized shirt swaying with her hips. He stalled to close the door, and by the time he caught up with her in the kitchen she was just starting to pull up her shirt. He watched from behind as she lifted her arms high above her head, stretching her body out, proudly revealing her new swimsuit: a provocative red color, criss-crossing lines of string pulled taught against her back, ending with a rounded curve dipping just above her butt. “Well, what do you think?”
First post: Hot for Teacher. A true story told in rhyme. [MF]
Below is a story that I’ll never forget about the naughtiest teacher that I’ve ever met.
If she ever taught you, you’d never have guessed, the kinks that were hiding beneath her plain dress.
Now I wasn’t her student, just in the same town. She was looking online for a man who’d go down.
I was suspicious at first, but I couldn’t resist. The fantasy outlined, was not one to miss.
I sent her a message, with a picture attached. She said “Hello handsome, well I think we’re a match”
We settled on a Monday, in a break after class, I thought she was a student, some tight college ass.
As I drove over Monday, I was still not convinced. I had messaged that morning but no word from her since.
I parked at the campus, and thank god she’d replied. “Let’s meet at the library, I’ll be there in five”.
She found me first and said her name with a smile. I hadn’t met someone this pretty for a while.
The connection was instant, we made eyes as we talked, Our bodies just touching, as together we walked.
Sarah Hyland [MF]
It was thirty minutes until they’d be gone. Mom and Dad had planned on going to Vegas for months now and I couldn’t wait. I’d needed a break from them for months but I couldn’t tell them this for obvious reasons. They would be gone for a week which would be the perfect amount of time to just relax and have some me time. Time passed so slowly as they were getting ready to leave. My hormones were on overdrive and I needed some, let’s just say, personal time by myself.
“Ok Ethan we’re going,” Dad said from downstairs.
“Bye,” I said with no emotion.
The second the front door closed I got on my computer and was looking for some sluts to jerk off to. Riley Reid was on my screen in seconds getting her throat fucked. My cock was in my hand and lube was dripping everywhere. I was in Heaven. Pleasure flew through my body and I felt euphoric. It was fantastic, until the doorbell rang.
I scrambled to get over to my window and see who was at the door. My room was in a spot where I couldn’t see the door, but I could see the driveway. Dad’s car wasn’t there and mom’s was in the shop. Instead there was a cherry red car there. I was confused and unsure of whether I should even answer the door.
Hotel Fantasy- part 1
Tl:dr- a slut gets in trouble for making too much noise, the manager gets involved.
You took me to a hotel. I had on a nice button up shirt and a short skirt, low heeled sandals. Hair up in a ponytail, since I knew you’d be using it to hold me. No jacket despite the chill. Walking through the parking lot, the cool breeze teased my nipples to hard points under the thin shirt, drew goose flesh across my thighs and teased chilling fingers over my damp, bare pussy. Pulling me to a stop halfway to the door,you make a slow show of unbuttoning my shirt to bare the upper curve of my breasts. I shivered as you smiled approvingly and led me inside.
The Brightlight Chronicles – Chapter Two [Fantasy Fiction] [MMF] [MF]
Olivia placed down her scrying crystal and let out a frustrated sigh.
“How is it possible that this infernal dragon is still able to hide himself from me? From me?!” She grumbled angrily. “I’m going to need more power to break his cloak. I need blood magic, some small woodland creature or even a human is not going to cut it, it’s going to have be something stronger.”
As Olivia prepared the teleportation spell for her departure, she heard the cries of Cassus’ orgasm denial torture coming from the dungeon. She chuckled to herself as she imagined her statues pleasuring her house guest knowing full well that no matter how much his cock is stroked, he would never cum. Still beaming with pride over the punishment she devised, she stepped onto the glowing platform and disappeared in a flash.
It wasn’t just dancing; or, the second [f]uck of my first solo vacation [FM] [public] [long]
If you want to read about the first fuck of my first solo vacation or want more background on me, you can read [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dx78ec/first_fuck_of_my_first_solo_vacation_fm_public/) I’m going to preface this story by saying this is the hottest sexual experience I’ve had to date. It was spontaneous, anonymous, sexy as fuck, and fulfilled a fantasy I had been nurturing. I like to tell all the details of stories, including the awkward ones, because sex is often funny and weird and often that makes it even more endearing, but this story has none of that. It was hot as fuck. It’s also VERY long.
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I got back to my Airbnb after my first fuck around 5am Sunday morning, exhausted from wine and public sex. But I couldn’t sleep for long; I wanted to go to a famous nightclub* with a notoriously difficult door and long queues. I had already been to another club with a tough door on Friday, and got in without issue, so I felt good about my chances of getting in. But I didn’t want to risk denial and I didn’t want to wait in an hours-long line. A friend had told me that what I should do is go early on Sunday morning, when there was likely to be little to no line, get the stamp for re-entry, go inside and check it out, then leave, go home and sleep more, before going back later in the afternoon/evening. So I slept for about 4 hours, and around 10am on a Sunday I got up, got dressed in black shorts, a thin black crop top, black boots and socks, and my black leather collar. No bra, no makeup. I put my black raincoat on over my ensemble, and I headed out.
[Mf] Fantasy Come True! My First Time with an Older Man [teacher/professor] [cunnilingus] [first time] [gentle dom] [sweet] [nonfiction]
The sound of beer can clambering on the pavement as some punk kicked it just outside the front window stirred him awake. He grumbled as he opened his eyes and remembered he was on the couch, the leather sticking to his bare arms and chest as he struggled to roll over and sit up. But he smiled when he looked through his bedroom door and saw the mass of auburn hair and long limbs stretched out across his bed, tossing as she began to stir. He padded into his bedroom, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he closed the door behind him. Sighing contentedly, he curled his body around hers, deeply inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. He memorized the curve of her body under the blankets and He was already fully hard, which was painfully obvious as he pressed himself against her back.
Another couple for better or worse [group]
She looked good you thought, it had been awhile since she was dressed up. 13 years of marriage and 2 kids but she was still attractive. You even caught a few coworkers trying to peak down her dress as they stopped to say hi. You loved her but miss the old her, the free wheeling girl in college. She wasn’t that anymore, but neither were you. Too much beer and burgers not enough gym time.
You saw us walk in, the new guy. He hasn’t made himself one of the guys yet. Working hard for new clients, ordering salads at the lunches. He actually used the company gym. Now he is wearing a perfectly tailored blue suit. Then you saw me, a myth amongst the office for the last few months. How much younger was I 10 years? 15?. Wearing a floor length black dress with a slit up the sides to mid thigh, and a plunging neck that went almost as low. This wasn’t even appropriate you thought as you couldn’t take your eyes off me. Your wife noticed you know.