[MF] This past weekend, I endulged an older friend in her mommy fantasy, and I’m still reeling. [PART 2]

[Here’s Part 1 as a lead up to what this post is about to detail.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ayx0ng/mf_this_past_weekend_i_endulged_an_older_friend/)

Like I said in my last post, my mind has been racing ever since our first encounter. I don’t want to come off wordy, so I’ll just get right into it.

For the rest of the day on Saturday, we texted back and forth about her kink/fetish/fantasy, or whatever the hell you want to call it. She dove off the deep end in explaning to me all of the things she wanted to try. Some of them I felt weird about, but others intrigued me. I figured I’d never have an opportunity to do some of these things ever again, and I’m pretty comfortable in my own sexuality. Plus, I figured at the end of it, I’d be getting laid anyway so – win-win.

I won’t explain what we texted about. I’ll just dive right in.

Looking for a story I read years ago

Plot: a woman visits some type of fantasy house, where she has been many times before. Her kink is a complete ice bath until her body is frozen numb, then a quick transfer to a medical/autopsy type bed. The objective is that the male partner fucks her in such a way that the only warmth she can feel is his cock inside of her. And she has to keep repeating the fantasy due to small things going wrong; the brush of his kiss on the way out, for example.

Other possible helping points:
– short story
– had the print book
– likely published around 2009-2011 period
– was quite likely some kind of female submission oriented book
– was also most likely edited by Rachel Kramer Bussell

I have scoured and scoured trying to track this down as I no longer have any of my erotica books. Looking for author name and title, if possible!

In Bloom-Chapter One (chastity, cuckolding, and cruelty)

We’d talked about all the things we wanted to experience, but the cuckolding fantasy was a bit different. It turned us both on, and we fantasized together often, but we’d both agreed that it would remain a fantasy only, until we both felt that the time was right.

It had been an incredibly hot long distance relationship for the first four years. It was hard at times, but we always found a way to make it work, get together once in a while, and keep it hot and sexy while we endured the long separations. We kept our love and lust for one another stoked and aflame, by texting and calling often, sharing fantasies, planning for our future both vanilla and kinky/sexy, writing stories and her texting with bulls that she wanted to fuck. After four years, she was finally here, with me, for good. We were engaged to be married.

She’d changed over time. She’d been somewhat demure when we’d first started getting to know one another online. It’d taken months before I even knew her real name. Looking back on it, I can’t believe that I’d tolerated that, but I know it’s because I knew that she was the one. The one woman that I wanted to be with for the rest of my life.

Chloe’s Addiction 9 (warning – noncon theme)

My shower was eventful, two more orgasms thinking about what I had just done. I came out to a knock at the door. I looked through the spy hole. It was Emily, and she looked upset. I hoped my naked body could lighten her mood as I opened the door.

She hardly reacted to my nakedness. Emily was on the verge of crying. She fell right into my arms and I tried to comfort her. Soon, she was ranting. Unsurprisingly, it was about Rick. Apparently, he had not stopped talking about our threesome. She was happy that his sex drive was higher again but all he was talking about was getting to fuck me.

Emily admitted to jealousy at the thought of letting him go further with me. She felt bad about it but he hadn’t understood. She had stormed out when they were fucking and he moaned my name. She was worried she was a bad girlfriend for not letting him fuck me, but scared it would be over between them if he couldn’t get over it.

[MF] [F-solo] [exhib] [voy] The Unfinished Story

*I was talking to a nice lady here on Reddit, who inspired quite a few good fantasies. Alas, it turned out that we had different expectations for our connection, and it made more sense to part ways. I had started this story for her, but – as we disconnected from each other – I finished it on my own, and decided to title it as a memory of our broken link.*

She was always there. Without fail. Every night, she’d take the last bus out of town, and ride it till the last stop, in the rural middle of nowhere. She’d get off the bus in the dark, say goodnight to the driver, and walk half a mile to her little home in the woods.

She hated city life, and craved the freedom of nature. But jobs are where people are, and so every morning she commuted into town, and every night she commuted back to her little safe haven.

Under My Desk [MF] [Domination] [Oral] [Deepthroat] [Facefuck] [Swallow]

What is it about the forbidden that makes it so desirable? I wanted you. For months I wanted you. But you worked for me. I was your boss. It was forbidden. And yet, the desire was insatiable. It started with flirtatious messages. You would blush and look away every time our eyes met. When you sent me the first nude image I was immediately engulfed by a fiery passion to have you. I memorized every curve of your body in that picture. Your nipples so pink. So deliciously enticing. Your body displayed as a sculptured fantasy. An inspiration for artists. A fantasy for those who seek pleasure and beauty. I wanted you. But would I ever have you?

Our conversation grew. My desire intensified. I had to have you. To have control over you in a way I’d always wanted and imagined. 

You were wearing a black and white blouse with form-fitting black pants. Your ass always looked amazing in those pants. All day, I was aroused by your beauty. Then the opportunity came. The office closed. Everyone left. Except for you and I. 

House In The Hills – Part 1 [Group][Oral]

Open to all commentary, part 2 to follow soon.

You are at work again, craving for touch. The desire to be hunted, seduced, overtaken, it overwhelms. The fling with the supervisor, the Lush, the experience was amazing. It stimulated parts of your mind and body into ecstasy that are impossible to forget, that make your lace panties saturated with cream just by memory. Your soft, supple nipples harden just slightly, and brush against your bra and send tingles down your body. That experience overrides your other senses, thoughts. It drives something inside that is powerful, natural, real.

[MF] Found her submissive ass in the air

This happened nearly two years ago, when I was 28 and just beginning the dead bedroom phase of my marriage. I met Ellie through Reddit and we spent a few months as vigorous fuck buddies. She was also kinda seeing another guy, so while she didn’t feel as guilty as I did, she could understand.

She was 5’4 to my 6′. Strawberry blonde to my brown. Very white skin. Her eyes were the thing that struck you immediately. Very insightful eyes, if you can imagine that. But they liked to roam too. And you wanted them to roam.

She claimed to have been a chubby college student (she was 27 at this time) and that she kept the weight on her ass. I never saw photographic proof of her college days (and I think she must have been exaggerating a healthy, average college kid’s weight) but I can attest to how perfect her ass was.

After a long week of ups and downs, a particular Friday came and found me pretty depressed. Having struggled with depression most of my life, I was used to coping. However, this time I was particularly down and frustrated.

The Night I Sucked Cock

I had met Laura about four weeks ago and we had a few dates so far, going to a movie one night, dinner another, Netflix and pizza at home a couple of times. I found myself really liking her and enjoying her company. Intelligent and funny, she was about 5’6″ with a slim, petite figure. Her breasts were small, but I’ve always liked that and found them a huge turn on. Her hair is best described as brunette which I found particularly attractive, it matched her blue eyes perfectly.

We were on our fifth or sixth date, having a few drinks at the bar in the local pub, talking about this and that when Laura suddenly changed the subject to sex, and asked me in a very dramatic fashion,

“So, Michael, have you ever had sex with a man?”, she asked bluntly.

I was so surprised by the question I just stammered out that I had not.

“Have you ever thought about it? Are you interested?”, she continued.