[M]y stripping [FFF]antasy

I’ve had this fantasy for a number of years ago.

On a couple of occasions it has been discussed with FWB and they loved the idea and were willing to try to make it happen with friends of theirs. Basically, I want to be the entertainment for a group of drunk women, stripping (as best a cute middle age man with no real moves can strip) for them, and teasing them.

The first friend I suggested this to said that she could host it at her store and probably get 40 middle age women to attend. It was in a wealthy area of town, and she said she would have them good and drunk by the time I got there. I ran down my idea for my routine, that I would start by going around to the women, playfully running their hands all over my body over top of my clothes, and just having a good time. Then I would find one of the more enthusiastic women there and stand her up and take her hands and motion for her to take off my shirt. Once bare chested I would run her hands over my chest, and down over my ass. Then start to move to other women and doing the same kind of thing.

The Birth of a Cuckquean [MFf] [humiliation]

Since the birth of your child, your husband has seemed disinterested in you. He used to look at you with that devilishly wry smile and naughty glimmer in his eyes that made you fall in love with him. He used to grab or slap your ass whenever an opportunity presented itself, making you feel lusted for and desired. He used to take you passionately, lifting up your dress and bending you over the furniture. He used to fuck you multiple times a week, even multiple times a day some days. But ever since the baby arrived his passion seems to have faded.

You wonder to yourself what caused this change. Does he no longer find you attractive with the baby weight still lingering around your body? Has your pussy loosened after giving birth? Does he psychologically not see you in the same way anymore now that you are the mother of his child? Or perhaps it’s not directly related to the baby. Could it be fine lines and wrinkles ever deepening around your eyes and across your body? Is it the stretch marks ever expanding on your tits, thighs, and ass? You can’t figure it out and you can’t very well ask him.

[MF] [fantasy] [oral] [Mdom] Scenes from the Term of Sacred Service, Part 2

You are kneeling in His Supremacy’s bedchambers. Well, one of His bedchambers. There are thousands of them, all through the Palace and scattered among the vast pleasure gardens.

It is morning now, and you have been kneeling all night. You were chosen to spend the night serving His Supremacy, which menas that you do not sleep. It means that you – alongside a guardian – spend the night kneeling.

Your back and knees ache, sometimes dull, other times biting, not just from kneeling all night, but because you had spent all of the prior day in His Sacred Presence. All who are in His Sacred Presence must bow down, though you are given permission to kneel when He sleeps. And you’ll spend all of today in His Sacred Presence, too, before finally being released to perform some other task tomorrow.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Him stir. Slowly, He rises from His bed. As He rises, you and the guardian bow down.

You see Him walk, naked – He hardly ever wears clothes – over to a cot alongside the wall. You can’t help but notice His massive cock, bulging forward, fully erect, as He walks.

Swinger friends [MF] convince us [MF] to join them [Group] – Part 2

(If you’re just joining us, [Part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bi0yuh/swinger_friends_mf_convince_us_mf_to_join_them/?) consisted of making an agreement to get together for everybody to fuck. My wife Elizabeth and I just finished having some phone sex.)

I could only laugh at her reaction, because I’d been aboard the Edging Train long enough to know exactly what she was talking about. Unfortunately for me, I had neglected my job for long enough that I couldn’t really do anything about my own situation at the moment, so we finished our conversation with the promise of me taking a video of finishing myself off in the bathroom for her later viewing pleasure. Even with the delay, once I finally did get the opportunity to take that video, I was still worked up enough that it took maybe a minute for me to come.

Once I got home we talked over the whole situation again, shared our respective texts (and my video) and, like the good husband I am, I fulfilled her fantasy of straddling her chest, fucking her eagerly awaiting mouth, and unleashing an absolute torrent of cum down her throat. (I kinda have to ruin that here, because she ended up spitting it out, but I’m happy to report that instead of a firm “never again” she concluded that she just needs to “work on it” – I guess we’ll just have to practice!) There was just something about the illicit, near cheating-like quality of the conversations we were having about fucking this other couple that was keeping us both in a constant state of arousal.

[MFFF] [fantasy] [oral] [Mdom] Scenes from the Term of Sacred Service

You, along with your compatriots, stumble out of a boat onto a large concrete platform. You’re tired from a long journey, achy from huddling on a cramped bench with the other incoming term servants. These men and women are, like you, the upper echelon of society back in their homelands – high nobility, lords and ladies, distinguished scholars or wealthy merchants, sometimes even kings or queens.

For the next month, however, all of them – including you – will be His Supremacy’s personal servants. They will clean up after Him and fetch His concubines. Maybe, if they’re lucky, they’ll serve Him dinner. When not in His Supremacy’s personal service, they’ll pull weeds, polish statues, and mop floors on His massive Sacred Estate.

Back home, you are a person with authority who is treated with respect. For the next month, you will be His Supremacy’s personal errand servant, or maybe His maid, or maybe His janitor. You are on the Term of Sacred Service.

[cheating fantasy] [anal play] [rough sex] The Men of My Dreams PT. 2

I’m glad a few of you liked the last one, let’s get started, shall we?

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Zach led me to the bed and laid me down on my stomach, headset still within earshot he began smacking my ass, followed by squeezing both cheeks and kissing them. Each slap getting harder, I could feel my clit swelling and my wet pussy warming my inner thighs with my delicious juices. All I could think about was John, and how sexy he’d looked today, and how I wished he’d just taken me right there, in his office. My moans and screams were getting louder and after the fifth blow I yelped loudly from the pain.

“Shut the fuck up, slave. I tell you when to moan, I tell you when to come”. “O-okay”, I managed to stutter, barely able to hold back my moan as he traced the outline of my black lacy underwear with his tongue. “Okay what, slave?” “O-OKAY SIR!”, I screamed as he shoved a vibrator inside of my underwear, rubbing it against my clit. I wish John would talk to me like this. I would let him fuck me in his blues. Angry at my scream Zach tore my underwear and pulled them off of me, shoving them in my mouth to keep me quiet. The vibrator continued to press against my glistening sex and swollen clit as I started trying to beg to come, panting, screaming Johns name, although all that came out was garbled moans and nonsense. All of a sudden, the vibration stopped, and I was left feeling lost, without climax.

Part 1: I 35 [F] narrowly avoided a political sex scandal by coercing my daughter’s friend 18 [M] into impregnating me. *recently found out, it’s a boy!! :)

This is a secondary account just because I know of a few people that know my username likely wouldn’t appreciate hearing the details in this story. I almost deleted this before sharing, I got nervous and couldn’t make up my mind even though it’s anonymous. Does that happen to anyone here? Lol. It’s a long read but I assure you I didn’t over embelish anything. I wrote it out the exact way that I remember it though I did skip out on minor or boring details.

Early last year, my husband and I separated after 16 years of marriage but our lifestyles were very busy and we’re both in the public eye. I’m a local elected public official, not wanting to specify which, and I serve in a medium-sized town. Due to our lack of time and partial laziness, we just never got around to actually filing for divorce nor even really telling very many people at this point, or at least I didn’t. My father is also a locally known preacher and so I take care of organizing activities, etc. Basically put, I have a respectable reputation to maintain. So to the public’s eye, we were still thought to be a normal husband and wife couple and it was just easier to keep it that way for the time being, at least for me. So when the following situation sprang out into the open, I had to do some quick maneuvering to avoid public rumors of a sex scandal as if I cheated on my husband since we didn’t officially file for divorce yet and few knew we had already split apart from each other’s lives, living seperately. Luckily everything worked out great but it’s a long story so bare with me.

Casting About: Part 1 [MF][Mast][ENF][Exh]

**Casting About: Part 1**

Note: Original post was removed due to a link to Wikipedia (go figure).

I started writing this after reading Robert Evans’s The Kid Stays in the Picture. It’s slow to start (sex-wise), but I’m pretty sure from the first chapter title, you can tell it’s not going to stay PG forever.

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**Darling Starts a Porn Company**

The thing about fame is that it attracts all sorts, the eager and the hesitant looking to push their limits, the smart and the naïve, the good and the bad. Fame attracts them all, and it doesn’t really care about the wants or needs of anyone. I was a failed actor, so I knew all about this. I’d been on dozens of TV shows over the years, mostly playing “Clean-Cut College Student #3” or some other *totally* fleshed out role, and I’d even headlined a few pilots that never made it past a test audience. I knew the business, production, development, distribution. I knew fame just enough to know it avoided me like the plague. I knew that to be on the other side of the camera, to make it big that way, you need to have contacts that only fame could provide, which of course I didn’t have.

The burglar [MF] [Abuse] [NonCon]

She was waiting for her husband to come back home. The husband she cheated more than a few times with more than a couple of men. She always wanted more and fantasized about many things. She was a cute latina girl, not tall by any means and a tight body. She had green eyes.

She was playing dress up. She picked outfits that her former lovers would’ve liked. A cute skirt, a sexy top, a dress, high heels. That day she wore a black thong and no bra. Her nipples were visibly hard through most of her clothes.

The last outfit she tried when she did that was always the same. That one was for a special someone, not a real person though. Just a fantasy. The man who would just take her as a stranger and leave. The one who would use her like a fuckdoll. The one who wouldn’t care if she wanted it. For him she wore a thin white wife beater, her thong and matching heels. Nothing more. In her mind he would find her in exactly that moment and just do it. She never told anyone this fantasy. She usually finished touching herself, but this time she waited.

[MF] [M-solo] [F-solo] [mentions of ass/choke] [joi] This person does not exist

I always enjoyed discovering random new corners of the Internet. And the other day I stumbled upon a particularly fascinating one: “this person does not exist”. I don’t claim to understand the details, but it is a very smart computer that saw a lot of faces and can now make up entirely new ones. You can look straight in the eyes of a person that … is not a person. A very smart computer figured out what makes a face a face and made a new face, a face that no real human being has. It’s crazy. You can look at all kinds of people, and imagine lives for them, but.. it’s all just pixels on a screen.

I clicked a few times, until I saw her. She was a goddess. Not real, I know. But her hair was the most beautiful shade of blonde ever created, by genetics or otherwise. Her eyes had the color of a precious gemstone, albeit not one that I would be able to name. And everything about her was just beautiful, symmetrical, elegant.