Her fantasy, cum true [mfm] part II

“You can cum inside me, if you want”

From this angle, I could see how thick he was, her smooth, swollen pussy lips stretched around him as they slid in and out of each other. His bare cock glistened with her juices, white cream of her cum collecting around the base, running down to cover his balls. Her thick ass ? quivered as it bounced on him. He was becoming a lot more vocal, his moans turning into grunts of exertion, and he grabbed her hips, pushing and pulling her as his thrusting rose to a feverish pace. She cried out, voice breaking with how hard he was fucking her, telling him yes, cum inside me, I want it, I want your cum in my pussy, give it to me, give it to me please… and he pulled her down one last time, burying himself as deep inside her as he could, almost shouting, and I watched his balls contract, his shaft pulsing slightly as he filled her with his hot cum.

Her fantasy, cum true [mfm] [mfmf] part I

“Can I kiss him?”

Liza looked at me with excited and somewhat nervous eyes. We’d been planning this all week, sexual tension building through a series of text messages and dirty pictures exchanged between the two of them, and conversations whispered breathlessly between the two of us, as we ran hands over and inside of each other, fantasizing about how this night would go as we enacted our fantasy together. She looked incredible this night, makeup done just right, the collar I had placed on her before we set out framing her face just so. I smiled sweetly at her, winked, and gave her what I knew she wanted.

“Of course, babe”

She chuckled and kissed my cheek, before grabbing John’s hand and pulling him off to a secluded area of the party. As much as I wanted to watch, we had never done this together before, and I wanted to give them a few minutes to get to know each other. We were at a block party, with hundreds of college students flooding this neighborhood and dancing in the street, enjoying their last few hours of freedom, before the cops inevitably show up to remind them that they have school in the morning.

Shani and the Fiend [EU] [Witcher] [Fantasy] [Anal] [Stretching] [Inflation] [Excess cum] [Monster] [Mindbreak]

Shani woke up to the familiar feeling of the hard ground. She fumbled in the dark for a bit. How long had she spent in this cave? Days? Weeks? Time blurred together in her head, then it was smothered by the dark. It was hard to remember what the sun was like, the warmth on her skin.

Her fingers brushed over raw bone, causing some to clatter.

As a doctor, she’d never been squeamish about corpses or the body. As a captive, she felt nothing anymore. Pawing over some scraps, she eventually found the waterskin that had been left there for her. Its contents were stale but welcomed. Shani was sore. She was always sore nowadays.

Shani leaned against a rock, legs open. A cool breeze blew in from somewhere. She never bothered finding out where from. Even if she could have located the exit, she didn’t think that she would make a run for it. One time she tried, the first night she had been dragged here after being used by the Ghouls. She had paid dearly for that, stretched around the Fiends cock for hours.

A little morning sex fantasy I actually wrote down

I’d love to wake up to you. I’d love to have your face be the first thing I see when I open my eyes. And I’ll just softly move my hand to your cheek, just barely touching with the back of my finger, half wanting to wake you up half not wanting to disturb your sleep.

But I totally did, and you grab my hand in yours and open your eyes and look at me and I move closer to kiss you gently. Your hand trails to my back, running up and down my spine, giving me goosebumps all over, your other hand finds my face and pulls me in closer, kissing me deeper.

My hands make their way to your hair, fingers pushing you closer to me from the back of your head. I super softly bite your lower lip and open my eyes to look at you as I slowly pull away and you can feel me start to smile. You know I want you.

(M-TG) A date with Venus (Fiction)

Very quick heads up from me the author. I’m in no way a writer, This is the first time I’ve ever attempted this so it probably won’t be that great. Small backstory for this piece. This is a fantasy I had about a Trap model friend of mine, Shes completely fine with me posting this because none of it is true. It’s just a fantasy I had about her that she really liked. Cheers hope you enjoy.

A date with Venus

I’ve been a self proclaimed photographer now for about 2 years living in Seattle. I mostly get hired to shoot parties and weddings with the odd business promotional stuff thrown in, It’s not what I got into photography for but the gigs are frequent enough that they can sustain me so I can’t complain. I really got into it in the hopes of meeting models… No two ways about it. I wanted to get the chicks.

Needless to say that ambition has been rather flat lately. Until last week that is… While sitting in an Internet cafe mooching off the free wifi I received an email from a model! A very quick glance at a stock photo she had attached to the Email led me to yell.

The Camgirl XXXIII: That Bitch! [Plot]

**XXXIII: Blake**

Blake was not okay.

She lay on her bed, spacing out, trying to will herself to sleep. It wasn’t that late but being awake had sucked since Saturday.

*Sleep hasn’t helped too much either.*

Zoning out to that fantasy on Tuesday hadn’t helped either.

Two more days had passed since she’d seen Liam and Marie come back with some random girl. She’d caught Liam’s gaze that night, and still she hadn’t heard from him. She hadn’t seen him this morning in her Thursday class, and Monday and Tuesday he hadn’t sat with her like usual.

With a heavy sigh, Blake rolled over onto her stomach, grimacing when she had to adjust her long T-shirt when it bunched up under her. A faint shine from across her room on the floor caught Blake’s gaze and she buried her face in her pillows with a groan.

*I thought I got all of them.*

When talking with Chloe hadn’t helped Blake deal with her Liam problem, she’d thought drinking herself to sleep might make her feel better. It had been a while since she had done that. Blake had brought the shot glass to her lips, then thrown it across the room with a sob when she remembered why it had been so long.

Fucking [m]y adorable theater geek girl[f]riend in a nightclub bathroom

Further proofread the story for errors. Fixed hopefully all of them, hope you enjoy!

[•Story 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ctbqf8/winning_over_the_adorable_freshman_theater_girl_mf)

[•Story 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cwwcvj/making_my_adorable_freshman_theater_geek_gf)

[•Story 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/czprap/taking_the_anal_virginity_of_my_adorable_freshman)

[•Story 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d3gibq/my_adorable_freshman_theater_geek_girlfriends)

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With summer in full swing Rocky and I have been having a blast the entire time. She moved in with some of her theater friends in a shared house not too far from my apartment and we took full advantage of it seeing each other very often. We were practically inseparable the entire summer more so than we already were. Whenever I wasn’t working or hanging with my friends I was always with Rocky either at my place or hers. We would always walk around town with each other just strolling around with no care in the world, it felt like we were the only two people in the world. On many nights we would sneak down beside the river and smoke a blunt under the moonlit summer sky. These are not only some of the best memories of our relationship, they’re some of the best memories I’ve had in my life.

My first erotic story (long) (outdoor) (fantasy) (bdsm) (oral) (anal)

**In the Back Garden**

I was outside in the back garden when the most amazing thing happened to me. I was on my hands and knees plating flowers around the new shed when I felt a familiar set of hands on my back. I started to stand up raising up on my knees when he whispered, “Be still.” in my ear. I was intrigued so I sat there on my knees with the sun kissing my bare shoulders and the wind blowing my hair around my face. That’s when I felt it. The rope he was placing around my ankles. I was scared. I tried to rise. He placed one hand firmly on the back of my neck and in a soft rough tone said, “Trust me”. And I did.

He finished securing the rope around my ankles and then started working to secure my shaking hands behind my back, stopping only once to kiss my neck. I was trembling all over, I don’t know anymore if it was out of fear or excitement. But I remember liking the way I felt in that moment, and all the moments to follow.

“High-School Senior Explores Ass Play” [F] [Masturbation] [Anal] [Solo] [18+] [OC]

Confession: I’m an 18-yr-old girl, and I love to touch my backside when I play with myself. I do love getting my pussy licked, and I can only imagine how good it must feel to have my tight ass hole licked, too… sounds really perverted but amazing. I know anal is big now, and I’ve had sex with boys only a few times and have yet to work up the courage to ask them to lick me there.

But more and more when I masturbate now, I would dip a fingertip and probe myself there. The first time, swear to God, I smelled my finger to make sure it wasn’t gross. Well, it wasn’t, and actually my own scent kinda turned me on. After a few weeks of doing this, eventually I had practically a whole finger up there, using my pussy cream as lube. What a weird feeling, probing your own ass. Feels awesome, though.

I don’t have a steady boyfriend right now. I’m getting ready to go to Europe for 9 months as an au pair, so it seems silly to get serious then have to carry on a long-distance relationship, or pretend to. But I do see two boys on a regular basis and have gone all the way with both, practicing safe sex, of course.

The Corridor [FM][FFF][Voyeurism][Oral]

The heavy door slammed down, shutting and locking behind Helen. It was a crashing, metallic sound of finality; a sound only to echo up through the corridor she was now standing in, an echo that eventually submitted to the noises of lust and sin and rapture coming from further on down. Her pulse quickened. Her body became abuzz from the rich, illicit sounds; reacting and responding to them all. Part of her wanted nothing more than to listen to those erotic sounds for a while, to let her fingers wander herself and wonder what was beyond the sweet and sinful sounds. But that was not possible, not here in this secret, seductive place. Time was a premium here.

The corridor was a flood of sterile, eerie light, halogen white that cast no shadows. It started as an incline with bare smooth walls on both sides, the slope of the incline made it impossible to see what laid ahead, without climbing it first. So Helen began to quickly traverse up the initial incline, while hearing the first rule of the corridor reciting in her head:
*Move quickly, choose quicker, for if another enters the corridor before you find a room, forever will you be banished, your sponsor too.*