Uninvited stranger invades the bedroom [MF, oral, facefuck, married, anal, PIV, noncon, bondage, incest, MFM]

/u/Gwensaccount and I don’t know each other, apart from a chance message here on reddit. I proposed a game where we take turns in writing alternate passages of a story. This post is the start of that journey. Each time you see “… … …”, we change writers.

Neither of us knows where it’s going or how long it will last.

It’s clearly not “top shelf” erotic fiction, but we’re enjoying ourselves and we hope that you enjoy it too.

…. … …

You were sound asleep, alone in the house. It’s a warm spring evening. Warmer that usual. A creak on the floorboard outside the door wakes you up.

At least you think you’re awake. You’re not really sure. It’s that half awake, half asleep feeling. But you hear it again. Creak. It sounds like someone is taking tentative steps towards the door.

You really are awake now, but you don’t want the person to know. You reach for your phone and sneak it under the covers to check the time. 3.09am. But wait, what’s that? There’s a text from an unknown number that simply says “I’ll be there soon”. It was sent at 2.41am.

Sister in law(part 5)[sil, clothed, foolin’ around]

*The need for tags sometimes give the plot away:*

I must admit I am kind’a out of my league here.

While I have had fantasies about this, I don’t really know what to do or expect, and my lack of knowing her position is a bit perplexing.

Should I call or text her? Should I buy her things? Should I expect something at all really?

At least I now have my first instructions, so I change my morning routines and start shaving on a daily basis.

I again don’t see or hear from her…from Princess for a few days, hoping that she, too, is just making it up as she goes.

A few days later, however I get a cryptic text:

Remember the rules.

Hoping this isn’t some secret code I didn’t pick up on, but rather a warning that she might stop by on her way home tonight, I’m thankful to have change my routine.

And thankfully I was right as once again I see her car as I pull into the driveway that night, and as I note that hers is the only one there, my heart skips a beat.

[FM] Stranger let’s me indulge in my dirty slut fantasy

[Pt 1 ][The first time we met](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/af2cv9/mf_i_ate_her_pussy_the_minute_we_met/)

After our first time hooking up – I’m still not sure of this guy’s name- I figured that since I have NEVER done anything like this before and this guy was sexy as hell- I asked him if I could arrive at his house, worship his cock and then he could tell me fuck off – be his dirty slut for the evening. He was more than open to it and even suggested we meet at a bar for a drink afterwards.

I’m driving to his house – and he is texting me about what a dirty slut I am – I’m getting wetter and wetter- he tells me to pull my car over and touch myself(what is it about this stranger that makes me do what he tells me?!). I pull over to the side of the highway- my pussy is so wet and my clit is throbbing thinking about him stroking his cock waiting for me. Yum.

Story #2 (Part 1): Sophie [cheating] [MF]

So, it’s been a while since I’ve written about my misadventures. To recap: I’m in my mid to late 20s, engaged, and British. I’ve had numerous affairs since I was about 20 — some closer calls than others.

This one was the most emotional and drawn out, as we started talking when I was 20 and ultimately it lasted until June last year. Most of it was just talking online through Snapchat, Kik etc, but we met 3 times in total.

The kicker? She didn’t know anything real about me other than I had a partner. I’ve had an alias that I’ve been using, which developed into a character. Everything was *vaguely* true, with a few amended details to ensure anonymity if shit hit the fan. It was only when it was approaching the wedding that I knew, if we moved to a close area (which we plan to), she might find out who I am. Game’s up.

Let me take a slight detour for the morally minded readers: you won’t like me. I appreciate this is wrong, to lie to someone and ultimately get them to sleep with you and invest in you. It’s wrong to ghost them (I did after the 3rd meet). But for my sins, it’s what I did.

Holiday [FFM]

It was the first holiday in ages I had been too and it was one of the most memorable ones. FFM has always been a fantasy of mine, I guess every guy would say the same.

I went along with my girlfriend and a couple who happen to be our very close friends. We have known them for years and we were pretty close. So let’s call my girlfriend “S”, my friend “R” and his girlfriend “C”.

R happens to be an andreline junkie so decided to head off to bed earlier ( thank you ) while S C and me carried on drinking in our room. Now my girlfriend S she likes to experiment with other girls, she loves sex in any form and she is always dtf. C is quite similar and like to explore more of this and I just happen to be there.

Lunch Break [Mdom][Fsub][Control][Exhibitionism]

She notices him looking at her, from across the lobby, as she was about to start her lunch. He was staring straight at her, as if undressing her, with his eyes. She feels naked in front of him, in this moment, and she is revelling in it, while people milled around her. She began fantasizing about all the things she would do if given the chance, with him, despite the throngs of people. In fact, she has often wondered, where her depravity would lead her if her simple gave in to her deepest desires. While others continue to sit and consume their lunch, she imagines him bending her over her chair, in front of them, and sliding his hand up her back. “Dare I?” she wonders to herself. As she sits there, wanting him more with every passing moment.

 

She takes a deep, slow breath as she walks slowly toward the ladies’ room. His eye contact, remains strong and unbroken. She her head, towards him slightly. Grinning, she ponders, how nice it would be to have her imaginary spontaneous interlude become reality, but she knows it can only be a fantasy.

 

[MF] I Ate Her Pussy The Minute We Met

First things first, I’m not good at writing so I apologize in advance.

I got a text yesterday from a girl that I met on Tinder. We matched a month ago, exchanged numbers and text for a week. None of our conversations were ever overly sexual in nature. Things just sorta fizzled away for whatever reason…

Yesterday she texts me out of the blue and things went from 0 to 100 real fucking quick!

It was 2 hours from the first text until I knocked on her door. It took 30 seconds from when she answered the door until I was between her legs tasting her pussy.

Instead of telling you how we ended up there so fast. I’ll just let you read our texts and I’ll speak to the half hour I spent with her.

I didn’t know exactly what to expect when she answered the door as it had been a month since I saw her pictures on Tinder. All I remembered was that she was a red head and she was pretty. My heart was racing as this was such a huge fantasy for me. I’ve never done anything like this before. My cock was throbbing for 2 hours in anticipation of what was going to happen when she opened the door.

[mf] The time I shared my wife at a gloryhole

Hey everyone!

Just to preface this story, the sharing thing is pretty new between us. This story actually happened a couple months ago.

Anyways, it started with me asking her to do this sort of sex questionnaire (just mainly out of curiosity, or to bring out some fantasies she had that I didn’t know about yet).

She answered a few of the questions to my surprise. Some were almost hurtful – but the hurtful ones seemed to be the biggest turn ons (she listed orgies, gangbangs, BBC, cuckolding and of course gloryholes as a yes, as well as some others).

The ideas were things that I took personally at first, but they’ve grown on me a bit. I’ll be writing more about those experiences.

Anyways, it began when I asked her if she knew what a gloryhole actually was. She said she did. I asked if it was an actual fantasy (reassuring her I would not be upset), and she essentially said “yes”.

I told her that it was a new thing/kind of uncomfortable (for both of us), but it was a turn on for me as well.

[MF] The Crush [sexy, not graphic; married woman, single coworker; feedback welcome]

[I’ve drafted more to this story but am not quite happy with the product yet. You can read part 2 and 3 if you’re anxious at /r/HotwifeInOregon. Warning: We still haven’t had sex by the end of part 3!]

Let’s start with the basics.

You’re 35, 6’3“, 210lbs, not overly muscular but strong. Strong from real life, not gym workouts. You haven’t spent your life inside this cubicle farm we’re stuck in now.

I know bits and pieces from your life – picked up in break room conversations and through careful eavesdropping.

You never graduated high school. You love going camping and fishing and spending time outside. There’s always a project at home you’re working on. Building a server or building a deck – seems like you can do it all. You earn a six-figure salary, and we work for a large IT company. I run the project. You run the servers.

We’ve spent many a night in a late-night work chats, side-texting as we watch the deployment happen.

The Red Lock Hostel – Complete [M+F] [anal] [humil] [cons nc] [fantasy]

Note: Originally posted this in parts, save for the final chapter. For those of you who have already read parts 1-3, ** indicates the beginning of part 4. I decided to remove the separations entirely.
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The Red Lock Hostel just opened the weekend I came to Tucson. It’s located pretty out of the way from the main part of town, but still accessible by bus. The hostel took my breath away when I approached and saw it was a recently restored two-story Victorian mansion with a tower. Once checked-in, the Host put on a cheesy grin and informed me that the hostel was haunted and to please stay clear of the door to the tower, which I would recognize from the red lock fastened to it. As a mischievous grin spread across his pale face, he slipped me a piece of paper with his phone number on it and said, “Don’t hesitate to call if you need…assistance.” His eyes drifted downward, following my shape.

I blushed compulsively and felt blood rush to certain parts of my body in a way that was only natural. The primal reaction quickly returned to sensibility; I was of half a mind to take my business elsewhere, but I merely glowered and made a note to crucify the Host in my online review of the hostel.