Tag: Fantasy

r/gonewild fantasy becomes r/gonewildstories reality [MF]

I fucked and got fucked by the sexiest [women](https://www.vidble.com/b2A2KKei3L_med.jpg) on reddit. I am proud as shit, lucky as fuck, and eager to tell my perverted tale to you beautiful people. All of you, so very beautiful.

Imagine you are me:

You are browsing r/gonewild, as you have been known to do of late, and you stop midscroll to admire an image that stands out to you, as you have been known to do of late. She is just out of the shower, it seems, as droplets of water are visible on her left ass cheek, closest to the camera. She is leaning slightly forward and down, reaching back with her left hand to squeeze that cheek, pulling it away and exposing the space between her legs. Her thighs are soft like clean sheets, and her pussy lips call out, asking quietly, and politely, for you to kiss them as they open just enough to meet your lips in stride. Her asshole is barely there and activates the true deviant inside you. It is provocative and sexy and naughty in a way that hadn’t previously turned you on like this. You remember the name, as if you had a choice. u/miss-KO. You follow her and she posts more. She is indeed a knockout in the truest sense of the word. The owner of an insane figure, this woman has a supreme confidence in herself, and knows how to take a fucking nude selfie OMFG .[Exhibit A.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewild/comments/av156s/a_real_all_natural_womans_body_showing_off_for_you/) [Exhibit B.](https://www.reddit.com/r/GodPussy/comments/azxmse/my_pretty_pink/) I could go down the alphabet and back again with more examples, but eventually she begins to delete the majority of her posts. Darn. Then she’ll post again for 30 minutes before deleting it. This goes on for months. Double darn. You see some, and you miss some. You are simultaneously aroused and confused, which is not usually a recommended combination of things to be. You lust after her from afar, from-the-lips-down-her to be fair, but you lust nonetheless. Read more »

[m]y idea o[f] how to treat a lady during a movie night

Well, spontanous description of how I would treat a lady during movie night. First time I even wrote something like this, it just got out there, in heat of the moment, I thought I will share it, maybe someone likes it?

Its all a fantasy, at least for the time being.

So You say You want to watch a movie today? Well I could let You do that. But You would have to make place between your legs, but lets start slowly. I would walk behind You sitting on the couch, maybe just slightly touch You on the shoulder? To let You know I’m there. I would kiss your neck, and, if I feel like it, bite your ear a little bit. But You have to watch the movie, dont pay attention to me, at least for now.

After I’m done there, I would walk to your front, and slowly start to strip You out of your clothes. I would take your tshirt of, and kiss your collar bones, explore area over your boobies, I would touch your boobies over the bra, trying to find out how hard are your nipples. Then, we have to release them, let the boobs out! I would touch them, 1st one nipple, then the second one, making small circles around and over them, i would kiss your breasts, and then suck on your nipples, travelling from left to right, back and forth. I would take them to my hand, just give them a little squeeze. Read more »

Sweet Fantasy Written For Bi-curious EX FWB

The sun is high in a cloudless blue sky as you emerge nude from the crystal blue tropical water. Streams of water glide down your beautifully tanned glistening body. A drop of water suspense its self on the tip of your small brown nipple. Refusing to let go of your nipple.

A breeze comes in from the ocean across your skin making your nipples contract and blows off the drop reluctantly from body. My eyes lust over you as you walk back to our beach chairs, the soft sand makes your hips swaying a little more.

As you walk passed some other nude sun bathers, men and women alike glance at you trying not to get noticed admiring your tone sexy body.

You bend at your waist your ass towards me picking up a towel patting your hair you give me a great look at your beautiful tan round firm ass with the lips of pussy peaking out at me making my mouth water with hunger.

You turn towards me and give me a wink and bite your lower lip. The sight of sweet ass and pussy has my cock aroused, I cross my legs so no one else will notice that I have a hard-on. Read more »

[Part 2] The Catholic Schoolgirl shtick was real [MF] [Long-er]

Thanks for the overwhelming support for my first story. I didn’t think I would be writing a part two this soon if it wasn’t for your words of encouragement. **[Part 1 can be found here](https://redd.it/b3c760)** in case you want a full background

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After our epic first night together, I saw Chelsea blossom into the world of sexuality untethered. Where she had hidden her deepest desires while with her ex, only letting a little bit of her repression at a time. She was now free to unleash the beast with me every chance she got. The security of having my own place plus my constant encouragement that her sexual desires didn’t repulse me like she believed they would. Every confession, no matter how deprived only got encouragement and joy from me. I respected her wishes to never talk about our bedroom acts outside of the designated safe zones. She saw my effort and trust grew in and out of the bedroom. Our public life was normal and healthy for a budding couple, but years of sneaking and hiding her sexual lifestyle from everyone made it difficult to have anything “normal” in the bedroom. Normal healthy sex was literally a foreign concept to her. How others experienced it and described sex to her, simply didn’t compute. Her subconscious Freudian ‘id’ could only translate these acts to something she was familiar with. What was familiar to her? Shame and humiliation. They had both been a cornerstone of her Catholic upbringing so it’s not that hard to understand how twisting their meaning can have adverse effects. In fact, another verb for ‘twisting’ something, is to ‘pervert’ it. Yup, the wires of her mind had been crossed along ago and it was her brain that perverted out a new way to process the concept of sex. This new way of thinking worked for her. Read more »

The Time I Helped [M]y [F]riend Scratch An Itch

The trade show was in the Bay area, a long way and a few time zones away from my home base in Florida. It was the kind of dog and pony show where you hear some talks and browse a floor full of product booths all staffed with eager company reps trying to drum up as many contacts as possible. My employers thought it was a good idea to send me, since I’m in my early 50’s and I’ve seen it all and I’m good at weeding out the bullshit in a sales pitch.

The bright spot in all this was that I was getting time to hang out at the show with my good friend Sara. She lived an hour or so away, and I’d convinced her to play hooky for a few days. We’ve known each other from work since our kids were little, but somehow had never met in person. That didn’t stop us from keeping in touch constantly and we have one of those friendships where we can (and do) tell each other anything and everything. Sometimes after a few glasses of wine on a lonely evening our chats would get flirty, but it was all in good fun and we’d be back in the Friend Zone the next day. Sara had even seen me naked, heck, after a few drinks the nudist in me comes out so it was bound to happen. I’m older and I don’t go to the gym every day so I need to lose some pounds, but I’m comfortable with myself. Sara is about my age and a shorter blonde with an infectious smile. Read more »

Writting stories

I’ve been reading stories for years often writing one to my wife (I work away 5 weeks at a time) couple of days ago I not sure why replied to a post where someone wanted a Fantasy rape done involving them so after a brief chat got a few ideas her taboos and likes it’s been a long one but I’ve actually enjoyed doing it knowing with the brief reply she enjoyed it so far.

Mistress Goddess Sodomizes Her Slave

Mistress Goddess was standing behind me in her [latex dress](http://shop.femdoming.com/sexy_clothes/kitten_dress_w-flounce_o-s.html). I was suspended on my back on a swing and my leash around my neck that led back to my Mistress’ hand. My legs splayed wide as the sweat dripped down Mistress’ tan ass. Her tits flopped out and pointed forward. I could not get away and she swung me back and forth. She had her 9 inch [big black cock](http://shop.femdoming.com/strap-on/fetish_fantasy_8_hollow_strap_on_brown.html) deep in my rectum. “You love this don’t you slave, riding this big black cock, all stuffed up your asshole.” I screamed as she stabbed my ass. “What a good slave taking this big rubber dick like this.” She bent over near my face and thrust her hips, as her tits brushed my chest. She looked in my eyes, kissed me and drove her tongue into my mouth.

Then, she pulled away and spoke directly to me. “I love my little perverted slave, taking your ass like this, you have to do what I want here.” She slowed her thrusts. “Whatever I want goes,” she said purring. “I can make love to this little hole of yours.” Her movements slowed. “This isn’t love though, I only care about me getting off. Your job is just to take this dick up your ass while I massage my clit.” She grabbed her nipples. Read more »

Tickle War [Bondage] [MF]

I’m 5′-8″, blonde hair, blue eyes, petite, with a girl next door kind of personality. I’m rather shy in large groups but will talk your ear off once I get to know you. And for the gentleman reading I’m 120lbs, 34C, and size XS or S panties, typically bikini cut or thong if I’m wearing a dress or spandex.

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My husband is 6′-0″ (hes really 5′-11″ but he gets mad when I mention it :D ), 180lbs with an athletic build, i.e. no flab, but no bulging muscles or popping out veins either, just pure lean muscle that looks like hes been chopping wood all day. Hes got short brown hair, a thin chin-line beard, and blue eyes. He has a wide charming smile and a soft voice but can also puff up his chest and lower his voice enough to make anyone stop in their tracks.He’s an amazing husband, sweet, kind, motivated, smart, funny, ruggedly handsome, and he treats me like a princess, and in parts of our lives we are equals, except for in the bedroom. When the lights go out and the clothes come of he’s in charge, that confidence, dare I say dominance is what I crave. Read more »

[M]et up with a [m]arried panty boy

We started texting after some back and forth online. Real texting. Not kik. Because I don’t see the point of app that replicated what my phone already does.

But when you have each other’s number that just adds an extra lair of temptation. When your cock is rock hard and you’re on the edge would you rather text about it…or listen?

It didn’t happen that often. At least not at first. He had to wait until his wife was out of the house. But then we’d start texting.

Sometimes he’d tell me how he fucked his wife. Or I’d tell him about the women and men I’d fucked lately. We’d talk about his fantasy of being cuckolded.

He’d talk about his wife panties. How he liked to stroke in them. How he’d love me to cum in them while he watched.

Sometimes he’d admit he was curious about sucking cock. Or being taken by a man.

The calls were never that long. We weren’t looking to become pals. We both had a need. There was an urgent intensity. Within a few minutes we were jacking off and cumming together. After that we’d quickly get off the phone until next time. Read more »

Talking Dirty [MF]

I tell them I’m masturbating. That I’m naked, sprawled on the bed. I tell them I have my fingers between my legs, stroking my *juicy pussy*. They like it when I say that, the men who call. The more obscene my words the better.

Sometimes I stick my fingers in my mouth. Suck loudly and sloppily. Pretend that I’m choking on their cock. *You’re so big*, I tell them. *God, you’re just gonna split me in half, aren’t you?* They lap it up. I hear their breathing get faster, heavier.

For some of them – the ones who like to think they’re good in bed – I pretend to come. Loud and high-pitched and keening. I run a hand through my hair and let my voice go high enough to break. *Fuck,* I whisper, *oh fuck I’m coming.*

But I’m not. I’m curled up on the sofa in my pyjamas, usually. I’m making toast in the kitchen with the phone jammed between my shoulder and my ear. Sometimes I’m even playing video games, the volume muted, the only soundtrack my hushed profanity, my melodramatic screams. Read more »