Tag: Fantasy

Robyn and Luke – Blacksmith Fantasy – [MF] – Short story.

Hi all, this is my first short story so please be gentle.
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It was hot today. The kind of heat that sets the cicadas singing and everything feels hazy and slow. Robyn had no idea how Luke could stand being at his forge when the weather was like this. When he built it he insisted on old school with coal, wind bellows and tools that were likely from the days you needed the smith to shoe your horse. He had appreciation for well built things. It was hotter than hell in there and almost daily he would come into the house after pounding away at his latest project completely covered in soot and sweat, an absolute mess . He was so happy though and Robyn loved seeing him that way. She was absolutely weak in the knees when she watched him work and the thought often fueled her into a desperate frenzy that Luke was always obliged to help her relieve. Back in the day, her friends had always played up how attractive the wealthy business types were and how amazing it would be to end up with one of them, to be taken care of like a spoiled house cat. Robyn had nodded her head at the time, but the appeal of those men had never reached her. She wanted a rugged, powerful, talented man with passion for his work and not just the almighty buck. Luke was this breed of man. Read more »

Beauty and the Beast [MF] [Fantasy] [Anthro] [Consensual]

There were no kings in the southern jungles, but Lord Admiral Yumi Trafammer was as close as it got. He had an army, an estate tucked away in the mountains, and a fleet that demanded taxes. Yumi couldn’t influence Bayreach, but he could strangle the jungle around it. He could strangle the ocean. They called him a tyrant and the Piranha of the South Seas.

Dvini hated his guts, and it took a lot to make him hate.

If Yumi was king, then Dvini was the duke, and the only reason he wasn’t squashed under Yumi’s boots was because of how close he stayed to Bayreach. Now that he was expanding, Yumi was a problem again. Dvini was flanked on either side by a pair of swashbuckling guards who walked with misplaced arrogance and chattered to themselves.

Yumi’s palace was constructed out of wood and clay, an ugly thing with more than two dozen rooms and a wide tropical garden. They walked past curved palm trees and squat slaves toiling away at the soil. They glanced up at Dvini as he passed, fear in their eyes. They weren’t his, but they’d heard their own stories about the Licani slaver who cut his competition to ribbons. Dvini didn’t pay attention to them. Read more »

The Business Professional’s repeat exhibition performance [MF] Long

This takes place directly after my previous story [[part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bmxbe4/mf_business_professional_has_a_breathtaking_view/)]. However, it’s written so that the previous stories are not a required read. This is version 2 of this post because I wasn’t happy with my original writing. I skipped over some parts, taking certain liberties here and there with indulgences. But, the dialogue and events are as true as I can recall. Yes, even the end.

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Katie was texting me throughout the morning on how amazingly awesome last night was. She was playfully begging me to play hooky from work.  No, not distracting at all. But I got through the day by some miracle without getting fired for pitching an 8-hour trouser tent. 

I made a pit-stop at my place to shower, picked up an extra change of clothes and grabbed my bedroom fun bag. The way she was going in the texts, we would be needing to kink things up a bit.  The traffic was insane heading back to her Hotel but I was making headway even though it was a Friday evening. Katie alerted me that she finished with another day of booth duties at her conference and was now headed back to her Hotel. I was well over half way there myself and would arrive earlier than expected. Read more »

[MFF] I married them, and then they took me home with them

Sorry for the length. (name of our sextape!) I just finished it and it is, well, looong. I thought about splitting it up in multiple posts, but fek it. This way I know that if you comment or like, you are a *true* smut-fan. ;)

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I write these things about sex a lot, but I never really wrote down my *actual* sexual experiences. At least not before the one I did earlier this week. And it seems people actually enjoy reading about that stuff, so it made me think what else I had stashed away in my memories that was worthy of writing down for a change. I have a couple more, but the one I am about to recall is probably the one that speaks to the imagination the most. There is some backstory involved tho, so stay with me for that, if you’d like. 

If you feel you are entitled to just the smut because you absolutely have to nut as soon as humanly possible, just scroll down to the markings. I think I’ll make them stars. So, search for the stars. Shiny. ⭐ Read more »

My wife is at home naked getting a massage right now [FF]

About 2 or 3 months ago, I read the best story on this subreddit. It was from a woman who had been with the same female massage therapist for over a year and one day while she was getting a massage from her, the girl fingered her to orgasm. I’m almost 99% sure this story was real because the poster shared pictures of herself on several other subreddits. However, about a month ago, she deleted every single thing she had ever posted on reddit, including her massage story. It was a huge disappointment because I always wanted to know if anything more happened with her massage therapist.

Anyway..right now, my wife is at home, lying naked on a massage table in my house while her massage therapist is there giving her a massage. Her therapist is a little bit older than us, but she’s attractive, and I so wish the same thing would happen to my wife. I would love to hear her come to me, guilty, and and confess that she got fingered too and that she liked it. Sorry, if you were hoping for a better story, but just my fantasy that I wish was playing out at home while I type this.

My subconscious self is a slutty show-off [F]

Note – This is a repost of a story I posted last year and later deleted.

I couldn’t resist the alliteration.

I’m not much of a writer, but I’ve been encouraged to post on this subreddit by a friend of mine; my skype daddy who has helped me explore my sexuality. Be warned – this post is going to be a tease with little actual sexual content.

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First, a little context. I’ve grown up in a culture that tends to breed many sexually repressed people, and though most of my friends are relatively liberated, I’ve always been diffident with regards to expressing my sexuality. At 22 years old, I’m still a virgin. Sex is something I don’t think I’ll let myself have until I find a special-enough someone.

You can count the number of sexual experiences I’ve had on one hand. In the past I’ve given handjobs, been fingered, given and received oral, but not nearly enough. And of course, the lack of intimacy and the missing touch of a man feels like a hole in my life that needs to be filled, no pun intended. However, after the last eight years of furious masturbatory sessions with these fingers, I’ve grown to love them. Read more »

The Caregivers, part 1 [fantasy][plant/human procreation][voyeurism][oral]

He and his parents visited family in Vermont each May. That was the only times he really spent with his 18-year-old cousin, David. And this year, David seemed different. More withdrawn. The first night, hanging in David’s room, he learned why. He learned about what David discovered living in the forest.

The fear in David’s voice as the story unfolded made his skin prickle, but there was something else there. Deeper. Something earthy and nurturing as David’s eyes took on a faraway look. There was wistfulness under that fear.

David told him they had to sneak out. To experience this amazing secret. He thought about pleasures, didn’t he? He stroked his cock, didn’t he? David was making him squirm with these topics, but the truth was, his cock was instantly hard at what David described. Yes, he did stroke his cock, sometimes more than once a day, and yes, he understood what it was like to chase angelic pleasures. He dreamed about someone else touching him, pleasuring him, as David described. It made his cock spasm like it never had before to think about it. It made his entire body shake with erotic fever. Read more »

Accidental creampie from my older Tinder date in Barcelona [MF]

I was 19, freshly broken up with, and looking to forget my heartbreak by vacationing in Spain for a week. I’ve been told I look, dress, and act like Kat Dennings in Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist. I kinda see it, except I’m Latina so have more almond-shaped eyes, am slightly less curvy than her, wear thick cateye glasses, and have shoulder-length wavy brown hair,

Part of my mission on this trip was to have as much sexy fun as possible to forget my ex. I swiped on Tinder and found an insanely good-looking 32 year old man. Diego had slightly tanned skin hidden by a thick layer of stubble facial hair, scruffy dark hair, a good sense of style and a slightly artsy look to him. We exchange some messages throughout the day, and I learn he’s an architect, just broken up with his girlfriend of 5 years, and wants to take me on a ride throughout the city on his motorcycle. Hot, hot, and hot. Read more »

The “Love” Drug | Enjoy

I’ve got a series of short stories coming out soon! I hope you all enjoy!

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I’ve tried almost everything you could try. I’ve done a few bags of coke in my day. I’ve gone on acid trips with hippies in the woods. Mary Jane is a woman I see daily. I’ve done it all. If it doesn’t require a needle, I’ve probably tried it. There weren’t many things that could scare me at this point in my life. I’d been to the places they told you in school to never go. I did the opposite of saying no to drugs and instead dove head first into the brothels and opium dens of the world. I’ve experienced the infamous ego death when reality ends and a world beyond your body seems infinitely better than what you have now.

It wasn’t even the high I sought anymore. It was like cigarettes. Halfway through one you hardly wanted it anymore. You wanted to hear the click of the lighter, see the flame catch, then you only really wanted that first drag. The first hit of menthol that took the edge away. The ritual has become more appealing than the act. Read more »