33M4A – Taking Story Requests

Hi! I’m George. I’m 33 and I love to write fun little dirty stories. It keeps my creative juices flowing and active. It also gives me good ideas for my bigger erotic endeavors. No charges or fees. I just do it for fun!

Let’s chat about a story I can write for you. Is there a fantasy you’ve always wanted to play out? You have a crush and want to see how I imagine your first time together? A fun sexy work flirt that you want to hook up with finally? How can I make your erotic dreams come (cum) true?

My limits are underage, animals, and noncon. Otherwise happy to try and explore what you’re looking for! Message or chat me with your age, name, pronouns, and time zone

(32)[F] – (22)[M] Intern at work – The Front Massage

These are the continuation of the events that happened more than a couple of months ago.

This picks up from where the previous part left off. You can read Part 32 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yp235s/32f_22m_intern_at_work_the_back_massage/)

**Part 33 is below**

Eric waited for me to turn over as he took a mini water break. I finally calmed down enough to be ready to turn over. I hesitated as I suddenly started feeling shy and was thinking maybe I should not have refused his offer of getting something to cover me after all. It was pretty silly as anyways at this point he had seen everything and there really was nothing to hide.

*Eric – “Pallavi?”*

I banished all the insecurities and slowly turned over on the table. I squinted my eyes as it was a pretty bright day and could feel the warm sun hitting my face. I could see Eric standing a little distance away shirtless, smiling at me. He almost purposefully stuck his thumb into his mouth. The very thumb that was in my asshole just a few moments ago. He sat down on the chair and first started to massage my scalp working his fingers across through my long curly hair, gently tugging them making me sigh contentedly. He then used his fingers to rub in circles around my forehead and around my ears. His scalp massaging technique was top notch and he had me moaning softly in his hands in no time. 

Wife had a dream [Cuckold]

So I (Jay 39) have been married to Kay(36) for about 10 years we started playing around with the idea of a threesome with another guy. It was only ever talk and I was never sure what she really thought about it. She has always said that my 5 inches was enough and our sex life was ok or so I thought. We would make love one or two times a month. But whenever we would fantasize I was always too nervous to bring up my cuckold fantasy.

About a year ago I made a drunken purchase of an 8inch dildo to play around with. And we did a couple of times be Kay said she really wasn’t a fan of it. So I though that was it. Maybe fantasy a bit about a mmf and that would be the extent of it. It all changed on morning when she woke me up after having a dream.

Kay had never woken me up for sex before so this was highly unusual. She started kissing me telling me she was ready to go. When I felt her panties I couldn’t be how wet they were.

[FM] becomes [FFM] as my girlfriend [34] surprises me [34] with a trip to the strip club on holidays!

Buckle up, this is a long story. I should probably split it to 3 parts as there is essentially 3 “chapters” but I’m going to put it all out there and see how it goes as one story. I will put a line between each chapter though so you can take a breather! This event happened when I went on my first holiday with the woman I would go on to marry – Lisa. Lisa was (and still is) a 5ft 10in red-headed personal trainer. You can imagine how fit her body is from her profession. Her boobs were B-cups capped with delicious pink rubbery nipples and her ass was sculpted by the Gods!

From the moment we met, we had chemistry – sexual, lustful but also platonic and loving. I brought out a side in Lisa that had laid dormant in that she LOVED public sex, or sex outdoors, as did I. At the point of this story we had fucked outside her mothers house after a wedding, she had worn a remote vibrator that I controlled well enough to make her cum in a busy pub, she had sucked my cock in the gents toilets of a quiet pub (not in the cubicle, mind), she even sucked me on a main street as there were lots of people around. And more besides!
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I met a Woman right after she left her Fiancee [MF]

It was Friday evening in the summer. I had just finished up my last installation job for the day and was sitting in my work truck in the parking lot of Taco Bell eating and listening to an audiobook.

Movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention and I look up to see a woman walking directly towards me. She was cute as hell. She had long deep purple hair that looked like a professional job. She wore a black Slipknot tank top with her midriff showing off a belly button piercing, tight black jeans, biker boots decked out in skulls and chains, and fucking amazing tattoos of mixed mythologies covering one arm with stylistic curls branching off across off ample cleavage on display. Holy. Fuck.

She greeted me and long story short she was in town with her fiancée for a concert on Saturday, they had gone out to eat at a restaurant across the street, and when she had come out of the bathroom she had found him at the bar exchanging numbers with a woman. She had stormed out without thinking about the fact that he had been paying so she had left her wallet and money in the hotel. She wanted help getting an Uber back to her hotel.

A woman’s happy ending

You have wondered what this would be like. You have even joked about it being your top fantasy. But now, it’s happening ….

A massage in a high end spa. Your birthday treat from your husband or boyfriend. Everything about this place suggests class. The lighting, the size of the rooms, the range of treatments on offer. The subtle scent in the air, not too cloying. The beautiful reception area, the refreshments, the well turned out staff.

And when you went in to the massage room, the soft music, the smiling, handsome masseur. He nodded at you and said hello. Signalled for you to lie down on the large message bed, your towel still around you. He clearly spoke no English. Good. You wanted to relax, not be chatted at for an hour.

He left the room while you removed the towel and lay face down on the bed, the towel covering your ass. You had kept your knickers on, nothing else.

Prisoner of the night elves [dark][bdsm themes][male and female captive][fantasy world][fantasy creatures]

The night elves have been playing with me for many moonrises since I was dragged in chains to their dungeon. Everyone knows the inventive cruelty of the Drow but the tales do not do their perversity justice. The unearthly beauty of my tormentors only worsens my predicament. Their slim perfect bodies used to tease and deny every day since my capture in a warped parody of lovemaking. Each sunless day I am made to submit in the dungeon until I leak and drip precum in a continuous silky ooze pooling on the stone floor.

My cockshaft bound with cord, leather thongs or narrow buckled straps of greasy waxed canvas to keep my straining organ rigidly hard and denied no matter how many of the lithe mauve and blue skinned elves choose to ride me for their pleasure. They use me as a lonely maiden might use a candle or a length of broom handle. My bound cock is just a toy to them.

The sensitive intimate parts between my muscled thighs are now just a means for my captors to inflict pain or pleasure.

My [MMF] Fantasy

***This is how I’ve fanatasized a threesome happening for years. I still have not found a couple to make it happen with, but maybe someday…***

The night had finally come. I had met Ben and Naomi for drinks after we had chatted a little online where we met and a site that helped facilitate meeting others for sexual fun. The three of us seemed to have some chemistry. I casually touched each of their legs under the table as we talked. They reciprocated with some caressing. The were a beautiful couple. He was about 6 feet tall and slender with smooth skin and dark hair. She was about six inches shorter with a curvy frame and red hair. We enjoyed our time together and all agreed when our schedules opened up next we would get together to make it happen. Ben and Naomi had a happy marriage, but the thought of exploring a threesome made them excited; it was the same for me (minus the marriage). Both Ben and I had explored a little with other guys, but considered ourselves straight for the most part. We loved the feel of a pussy and cumming inside one, but we also enjoyed touching another man’s cock. Naomi knew of Ben’s curiosities and was excited to provide the opportunity for him to explore.

[FM] 43F How my husband (almost) gave me the spanking I really deserved

I have always been fascinated in a sexual way by spanking. When I was younger I used to have fantasies about being kidnapped by pirates and being spanked by them. Some of the first erotic stories that turned me on like crazy when I read them at Literotica were ones that involved submissive women, especially if they were spanked. the harder the spanking, the more it would arouse me.

Because my sexual experience was pretty limited before I met the guy who would become my husband, I never got to explore anything kinky when I was young and single. I would NEVER have told anyone about the thoughts I masturbated to. I would have died of embarrassment if anyone knew!

A few years into our marriage I told my husband about it but not the extent. He was not turned on by it. He wasn’t raised in the sort of repressive religious environment I was and, as a result, is much more psychologically healthy. Occasionally he would give me a few swats as a part of foreplay but that was as far as it ever went.

My Unforgettable MILF University Teacher [FM]

Hey everyone, my name is Chris, I’m 24 years old, half French and I’m going to tell you about an adventure I had with one of my university professors.

I was a student in my first year of a finance/economics degree in Paris. I was 18 years old at the time, lived alone in a big flat, attended classes with my friends, went out regularly. In short, I was a fairly average French student. Physically I’m relatively muscular, and had always had success but nothing too extravagant. I had only been in one (long) relationship at that time.

First year in France is always very tough. It’s a very elitist system and I wasn’t really motivated to go to classes, which I found relatively boring. Among them, there was Philosophy, and for having already done it, it was far from being my favorite subject. So I went to the first class of philosophy and was one of the first to arrive in front of the room. I didn’t know anyone, I sat down and waited calmly for the teacher to arrive. The teacher arrived right on time, and I discovered a very charming woman. To fight against the boredom, I decided to be involved in class, actively participating and getting to know my fellow classmates.