Tag: Fantasy

[FF] Fulfilling a bondage fantasy (part 3)

This is the final part of a story I started [here](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dl1ymz/ff_fulfilling_a_bondage_fantasy/) and continued [here](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dll8cr/ff_fulfilling_a_bondage_fantasy_part_2/), about the first time I explored a partner’s bondage and sensory-deprivation kink.

…she stops shaking and I move my head away to kiss and nibble on her thighs, and I can taste her wetness on my lips as I flop down next to her and start running my damp fingers across her thighs and belly. I stop and ask if she needs a break, but I remember that she can’t hear me with her headphones on and I decide that she *does* need a break, and I sit up and straddle her again.

I move my lips to hers and I’m kissing her so softly at first, and then I’m moaning and sliding my tongue against hers, kissing her harder and faster because it’s the only way I can think to let her know how turned on I am from just watching her cum for me. I know she can taste me on her lips, and the thought of that turns me on even more, and I run my fingers up her sides and cup her face in my hands. I run my finger gently across her lips and she sticks her tongue out to take it in her mouth again, but I gently push down against her chin and she gets the message. I want her to open her mouth for me. Read more »

[MF] A new, shared kink is discovered after 7 years!

Let me start by saying my kinks are fairly broad and definitely into the taboo, and I’m very open minded. My only real hard limits that I know are scat and puke. For a couple years now I’ve known that there was some vague curiosity surrounding golden showers/watersports within me and that if I ever got with a partner who was into such I would give it a try. But, it was more to satisfy curiosity and not because it was something I fantasized about or thought would do anything for me. I don’t think I’ve ever even watched a porn clip featuring it.

It’s been a brutal year on my husband and I, and we’ve both in therapy (individually and together.) Friday night we decided to use some mdma as a more therapeutic tool and sat and hashed things out and truly communicated for over 4 hours. For those unaware this is a psychedelic drug that my therapist has told me is actually being researched for family therapy because it floods your body with serotonin and makes it easier to feel empathy towards others and communicate openly. I’m not pushing drug use on those uncomfortable (and hope mentioning it doesn’t break any rules, if so I will rewrite) but rather trying to set the scene and explain that we had just been bonding in very intense non-sexual ways prior. But we were feeling really good and close, and really wanted to fuck. Read more »

[F] How this 40 year old mom spent her free day. (Sorry it’s long but so was the day)

Last week I knew that on Friday my day was going to be free with no obligations to anyone or anything. My kids both had sleepovers too. I decided a couple of days in advance that I was going to indulge in DPP chatting all day. I did the school run, worked out at they gym, came home and sat down at the computer with a bagel and cup of coffee.

I thought I would put up a post and wait for responses but one of my regular sexting friends was online and we chatted for a while about things before we got into our mutual love of all things involving spankings. Pretty soon we were swapping gifs, my shorts and panties were on the floor under the desk and, after we both edged ourselves for quite a long time she had to get ready to go to class and we let ourselves have, at least in my case, a very satisfying orgasm.

After a recovery period, I looked at postings and found an interesting one from a man, older than me, who wanted to explore threesomes with male to male contact. I inserted my husband into the fantasy and came again. I should probably point out that I am not really multi- orgasmic. I’m usually good for one pretty big one and then I’m done. Read more »

FUCKING MY EX’S BESTIE, PT 2 [mf] [oral] [mast] [facefuck] [squirt] [prostate] [facial]

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“… should … should we fuck?” She asked.

I leaned back.

“I mean, don’t play stupid,” Hae said. “It’s been on our minds for YEARS. We have the opportunity to do it, now. You’re here. I’m here. What do you say? One night only.”

I stood up … my eyes darting around the room anxiously. Hae spread her legs slowly, smirking, nodding, egging me on.

“Let’s do it,” I said.

Hae smirked and wiggled around on her sofa excitedly. She was wearing booty shorts and an old t-shirt, which she promptly yanked off. Hae had teeny, tiny tits. I couldn’t get enough of them. Especially coming from my ex, who was the exact opposite in terms of body: thick and curvy. Read more »

Reality meets fantasy [MF]

I downloaded Tinder for the first time earlier this week. The fact is I assumed it would be that easy. I spent some time browsing and liking women in my area in my age range and then after several days all I had to show for it was a few chats that went nowhere. Earlier today I deleted it. I have been on Reddit and Craigslist so many times I can’t count. While there have been a few times where the online sparks have kindled to texting back and forth but it always drags and fizzles. I find myself again and again turning to porn to satisfy these urgings in my mind. Read more »

Anxious Homemakers: Part 2

Monday. 10:45 a.m. Claire Willis and Rachel McGilll were having coffee as usual in Claire’s dining room. Claire was telling Rachel about how a neighbor’s exclusive handbag was actually a cheap knockoff.

As Claire explained, “So she says, I bet it was $10,000. And I say I bet she didn’t spend ten bucks. And she says, no way,and I say, way. And she says, how can you tell? And I say, you can totally tell by the stitching. And…”

Rachel’s cellphone interrupted Claire’s story.

“Sorry.” Rachel said with a sheepish smile. Claire frowned and sipped her coffee while Rachel checked the caller’s number.

“Sorry got to go.” Rachel declared abruptly.

“Hey!” Claire objected but Rachel was out the door in an instant.

“She’s been acting real crazy recently.” Claire mused as she went to her front window to see where Rachel was going. She went into Dr. Don’s house across the street.

“Oh that ho!” Claire laughed. “I’ll surprise her and the doc when they’re getting it on. Let me time this right. Five minutes chit chat. Two minutes to strip. Ten minutes for foreplay. Strike that. The doc has got to be a slow mover—15 minutes for foreplay. So I’ll give them roughly 30 minutes and start banging on the door. That will scare them totally shitless.” Read more »

Contemporary literary erotic fiction

Hello,

I’ve been looking in vain for this kind of book, namely contemporary literary erotic fiction. Or contemporary literary fiction with a heavy erotic content (like Philip Roth’s books for example). Lots of what I have read seem like catalogues of sexual practices and I find a more global context is missing and making identification less easy. Most of what I come across is either fantasy, Harlequin-like romances or 50 shades-like books and these types don’t work for me at all. I guess I need something more realistic. I really need to read something well-written too. Written by a female author if possible (not mandatory). It can be about straight, lesbian, gay, bi or pan people. But I don’t like BDSM depictions.

Sorry for being so specific, but I’m really curious to know if this kind of book exists. I must not be the only one looking for that kind of thing. But still, when browsing here and there I haven’t found much yet… Thank you!

Anxious Housewives: Part 1

Claire Willis and Rachel McGill did not have much in common. Claire was a trophy wife; Rachel had married her college sweetheart. Claire was outgoing and gregarious. Rachel was the shy and reserved type. Claire liked expensive clothes; Rachel mostly wore t-shirt and jeans except when she was going out on the town. Despite these differences, they shared one important thing in common. They were trapped in a seemingly never-ending cycle of domestic routine. They got up, made breakfast, exercised, showered, had lunch, volunteered at a local charity, made dinner, had dinner, watched TV and went to bed. They did the same things day after day. If their husbands were home, they were worked into the routine. Since their husbands were rich high-powered businessmen, they often weren’t around and Claire and Rachel’s routine, more often than not, stayed the same.

Since Claire and Rachel did mostly the same things, they came to be friends and commiserated over their mundane existences and their frustration with those mundane existences. This commiseration usually took place over coffee about 10:30 am.

It was this frustration over their boredom that one day caused Claire to make a stunning declaration over this coffee. Read more »

My judge friend

To most people I’m a saint. I’ve had my share of hanging out with friends in bars, but the one night stand just never worked out for me. When I met my husband at 27 (pretty late) he was my first. My first kiss, my first time and I’ve never experienced anything with anyone else before or since. We’ve tried a few things, but nothing crazy. I’ve had fantasies of course, but they’re just that fantasies, and unlike my husband who seems incapable of going 24 hours without getting a hard on twice, they’re rare, and easily dismissed. Outside of the bedroom I never liked to show or tease. So over all, I think it’s safe to say I’m at least very restrained when it comes to sex. However, compared to my judge friend, I’m a complete pervert. Read more »

Bred by the King [MM] [Breeding] [Worship] [D/s]

It all started when you told me I looked somewhat regal. I had asked if you wanted me to be your King and you’d answered with “Yes, my majesty.” From there, things escalated until I had stretched out on the couch, wearing a black robe, and you’d knelt down in front of me, serving me, worshipping your King’s body. I never thought a role play like that could turn me on like that.

But it did.

Because I owned you. You were my servant, my boytoy. Existing to please me.

And please me you did.

From then on, I’ve been your King and you’ve been the boy lavishing my body and cock with attention. This alternate world started to build in my mind; a world where you are the chosen one and all those other servants, male and female, have to wait their turn. Because the King is occupied. With you.

Today is the day though. The day where our little role play takes an even dirtier spin. I unlock the door to my apartment, still in my coat that shields me from the brisk weather outside, and then I notice that something is different. Your shoes are neatly placed in the corner of the hallway and your jacket hangs next to mine. You’re here. What a pleasant surprise. Read more »