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Our last date [m] 35, [f] 28

M(35) F(28) had been dating for a while. It was good, but not as good as the fantasy one can create when they reunite with a high school crush on Facebook. That’s what had happened. I knew something had changed with my girlfriend, I just wasn’t sure exactly what.

The passion in this relationship was always a 10. She had broken up with me, because I didn’t make enough time for her but we still saw each other regularly for the part that worked beautifully. She stands at 5’4 long blonde hair, very long, deep blue eyes, 38 DD, and the hips and ass of a dancer. Soft, full, pink lips and an imperfect but endearing smile. Always up for fun.

Me, I’m a muscular, Italian-irish blue-eyed man with a strong jaw and cheekbones. On the stocky side with a sense of humor, and adventure.

We were into risky public encounters, and with the level of physical attraction we shared, any parking lot, hotel balcony, dark side of a bar, public beach, or any slice of privacy was a chance to make her bite her lip and squint her eyes in that sexy way she did. Read more »

A Fantasy for a Roommate [MF]

Hey everyone. First post here so I hope I’ve done it right. Let me know!

I stood in the shower, trying to calm myself after our usual tense evening, hanging out in the living room. Tonight felt different, something was happening here…

As I obsessed over this though, analysing your behaviour, lost in my own little world, I heard a knock at the door. You stepped in with me and it was such a powerful feeling having you near. I just reached out and pulled you close to me under the running water, my face pressed into your neck and my hand running up into your hair. I placed little light kisses on your neck and up behind you ear, already growing rock hard against your tummy.

We kissed hard and passionate, a brief moan escaping my lips between kisses. My hands wandered your soft naked body excitedly, desperate to touch every inch of beautiful bare skin.

I could feel you reaching for my hard cock, taking it in your delicate hand as I nibble your bottom lip playfully, feeling my legs weaken for just a second at your touch, every nerve in my body tingling. Read more »

Playing Away (Fantasy short story)

Her taste was unfamiliar, a deeper note that filled my mouth and nose. My tongue traced the strange, soft lines of her lips. And as it found the ripe swelling of her clit, I became almost delirious with thirst for her. Her dampness soaked my lips and I drank deeply, satiated only when her shudders and moans had climaxed and subsided into ecstatic stillness.

We’d met a few hours earlier at the conference. She’d seen the talk and disagrees. We fenced – sharp, but with a playful tone that spilled into flirtation. The twinkle in the eye, the lingering gaze, the sense of tension and energy…sometimes you know, or at least suspect.

She was a little older, willowy in the form fitting black dress that she wore effortlessly. Professional, almost conservative, but without disguising the curves of her breasts or the small, firm peach of her ass. I can still see it, oiled and slick with sweat, as she dozed, spent, on my hotel bed.

She was the one who suggested the drink. Knew a quiet place round the corner – good for a real talk. We had a snug booth – squeezed close together – and a whiskey each. Talked ideas, politics and families. She had a husband and kid, loved them both to bits. But she was hungry. And so was I. Read more »

Man of the House Pt 3

I could hear Joy calling out if anyone was home. After awhile she runs up the stairs and into her room. The next morning I head down in just a pair of boxers. Liz is usually the first one up and I’m ready to do a little more teasing. My cock is already semi hard from imagining what she must be wearing. She never wears a bra when she’s home and with the AC running full blast every night her nipples are always rock hard in the morning. I hear noises in the kitchen and head over. I walk in and stop dead in my tracks. She is standing at the sink in a pair of black lace thongs and one of those T-shirts that stop right below the boobs. Only on her it stops halfway up with major under boob happening. Actually it’s more than under boob because I can see the bottom half of her big, round areolas. She turns and smiles at me before her eyes immediately drop straight to my hard on. I could see the look on her face, it was the same as when I saw her big titties for the first time. We both stand there for a minute just staring at each other. She starts walking toward me and then we hear foot steps on the stairs. Read more »

My fantasy

I wanna be chained up in a basement, stripped down to nothing, the feeling of cold metal against my hot skin a constant sensation. I want to be gangbanged every night, my pussy pumped to the brim with cum to the point where I can almost feel my stomach expanding with the load. I want to be fucked so much that I get pregnant, I want to be used in every one of my holes even when I’m pregnant. I want to be constantly either giving birth or pregnant or becoming pregnant. I want to be a sex slave for a huge amount of people. I want my children to grow up like this too, my bastard sons growing up to fuck their own mother like everybody else, my daughters growing up to be exactly like me. I want to be brainwashed into thinking this is normal and good and what I was born to do. I want to be a slave for the rest of my life…

?”Goodnight, Little Whore.” [A Fantasy]?

It’s been two weeks since I’ve had satisfying, fulfilling sex and I have to get this out of my system..my clit is throbbing in desire, my pussy is drenched and I can’t stop rubbing my thighs together while I lay here and fantasize about the cock I crave.

See, there’s always goods and bads in a relationship..that’s realistic. For a while now, things between me and my boyfriend have been wonderful. We’ve been in that honeymoon, getting-to-know-each-other phase. Lately, though, things haven’t been all dandy. And that’s to be expected, of course.

But fuck, I can’t deny that it’s so difficult for the little slut in me to not long for sexual gratification. For the last few days he’s either been too busy, not in the mood, or we’ve been too busy arguing amongst ourselves. Too busy getting my feelings hurt and feeling rejected. Feeling sad.

But right now, I’m craving it so bad. I’m not used to not being in an open relationship. I’m not used to not being able to get my fulfillment elsewhere when the one I love can’t give that to me..and it’s driving me crazy. Read more »

Fucking [M]y Best Friend (Part 7 Finale and Epilogue)

Link to part 6: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cdqmsc/fucking_my_best_friend_part_6/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cdqmsc/fucking_my_best_friend_part_6/)

Despite a horribly long and restless night, I swung my feet over the side of my bed. It was dead silent in my room. There was no one laying next to me. There would be no one joining me in the shower that morning. There would be no one joining me for bed at the end of the day either. I was alone.

I walked over to my mirror. For the first time in months I felt like I recognized who I saw. Maybe, just maybe, I could turn things around, I thought. Maybe not.

I walked towards the shower. It was just another day for everyone else. No, It was more than that. It was the first beautiful early spring day. I passed by the underclassmen who were scurrying to make accommodations for an impromptu BBQ later on. I passed by my friends who were coming out of their comas from the night before. I opened the door to the bathroom and heard joking, laughing, even singing coming from the various stalls and showers. I saw a friend of mine slap his girlfriends ass as she got into the shower before him. Maybe this wasn’t the end of my story, but rather, the beginning. That morning was almost too perfect to be real. Read more »

Daisy Maids [femdom][forced fem][sissification][blackmail][humiliation]

Kyle knew this assignment from Pur’n’Kleen would be different since Daisy answered the door that first day. And not just because she was a surprisingly high-paying client. Stepping through the threshold, it was obvious the three-story brownstone hosted much more *indecent* soirees than its neighbors. Various sex toys lay out in plain sight, strategically placed restraints hung discreetly from the walls, an array of whips, crops and paddles hung neatly in another room, and there were assorted fetish clothes and lingerie scattered all about.

As the job progressed, he became intimately familiar with the house layout and its contents. Each floor had a different general theme, each room catered to something more specific. He guessed Daisy was a *Madame*, and this was confirmed a few months later when the house was no longer empty while he cleaned. Now, it was no longer just a simple cleaning job. The sounds emanating from behind closed doors kept teasing his curiosity.

Occasionally a door was left ever so slightly ajar, a tantalizing invitation for him to peek. Or he’d linger just a bit too long when cleaning a recently used room. Despite the many distractions, he tried to only let his fantasies run wild *after* he’d finished for the day; he needed this job after all. But today had other surprises in store for him… Read more »

Bratty behavior (Fantasy short)

I am a whiny brat sometimes…. and I usually get just what I deserve out of it.

Which is probably why I am loving the fact you have your hand on my neck holding me against the wall.

This was preluded by me being a terrible tease and demanding attention despite knowing you had to work. Horny enough not to care about anyone but me. So when I sashayed out of your office with my skirt up over my bare ass, I should have known I had it coming. Read more »