My name is Rachel. When I was 18, in my freshman year of college, I had a dream. In this dream, a woman asked me a simple question: “If I could give you your heart’s true desire, would you want it?” “Yes,” I said. She then gave me instructions: “Go to the library tomorrow, two hours before it closes, and sit in the corner closest to where the sun sets. The librarian will ask if she can help you. You should say, ‘I’m looking for a new view.’ She will walk away and leave you alone until it is time for closing. At closing time, she will ask you if you are still looking for a new view. If you want your heart’s desire to be given to you, answer ‘Yes.’ Do you have any questions?” Hesitantly, I asked, “Why the library? Why librarians?” She looked at me with a confused face and shrugged. “Also, let me just confirm some things: You are 5’6, 110 pounds, 34a, white skin, brown hair, and green eyes? And your favorite color is green? And you inserted 18 sharpies into your pussy for your 18th birthday?” Sheepishly, I answered “yes” to all her questions. “Okay then! Time to wake up!” And with that, I woke up.
Tag: Fantasy
First time exploring my bi side [MMF] [GROUP]
“Do you wanna come watch us fuck?”
Jason was a fit Australian man in his mid-40s, tan with a short-cropped, salt-n-pepper beard and black frame glasses. He resembled Santa Claus if he hit the gym five times a week and consumed protein shakes instead of milk and cookies. He and I had spoken of my desire to explore bi play and much of our talk revolved around this topic of conservation. His girlfriend, Raye, was in her mid-20s, a petite, toned body decorated with a shoulder and upper thigh tattoo. In her profile photos, her hair seemed to change colors more than a mood ring, each more vibrant than the last.
I stared at the text for what seemed like hours before deciding on a course of action. It was just past 1 AM, and I hadn’t anticipated an invitation given that we’d never met in person. I’d spoken to each of the couple separately about kinks and potential play, but our schedules hadn’t yet aligned to make it happen. Before I could say no, my dick took control of my phone and accepted.
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Upon request, I pulled my vibrator out of the box, sitting it on his asshole. I turn it on, giving him a slight preview of his fantasy. Sliding it up and down his taint, gently massaging his prostate.. Bringing him to full erection. My goal after getting him erect is to milk his prostate, giving him the ultimate pleasure. Between his moans and seeing pre-cum drip from his penis as he sits on all fours, I realize that I am completing my job.
Dared each other to post – seducing my older brother’s [F]riend on a family vacation from [M]y POV [MF]
So this happened a few weeks ago and I still can’t believe it happened. This first post is mostly build up, and somehow got really long, so if you’re looking for a quick release wait for part 2 or SPOILERS read [Brooke’s point of view](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/968rt2/my_sexual_reawakening_a_whole_night_of_fucking_my/).
(or for the best experience read this and her point of view simultaneously to transcend all gender into a higher realm of sexual enlightenment)
Quickly about me: I’m tall (6″2), tanned with dark brown eyes and hair and a bit of a stubble, with a naturally muscular body that I really don’t deserve. I’m very reserved, communicating best with cheeky eye-crinkle smiles and physical contact rather than having all that much to say for myself.
Recently, I’ve been going through an extremely messy ending to a long term relationship, and long story short after we broke up we kept seeing each other on and off for a few months (classic). Eventually it became obvious that it was just hurting the both of us. One Friday we called it a day. At that point, I was more relieved it was finally over than anything else.
[Group] I had a lot of fun with my (f) exhibitionist friend, her (f) roommate and a phone’s camera
So after a couple of really wild nights doing lots of dirty things in some kind of orgies, Nat and I wanted to go back to the basics. But the basics for us implies someone watching us, so she asked her roommate Vicky if she wanted to join us. Of course she said yes. Who wouldn’t want to have that kind of fun and pleasure we know we have enjoyed until now? One thing we decided was not to get high or drink alcohol, you can’t abuse MDMA, specially.
I told them that one of the things I enjoy most from my exhibitionist kink is take sexy photos of myself or (much better) let someone take them. Vicky said she also loved to be photographed by someone while she gets wild.
Nat said to me: “Would you like to take pictures of the both of us?”. She looked at Vicky and they both smiled. Nat gave me her iPhone, which was the best phone in that moment.
And they began to pose and to pull up their shirts while I was taking photos of them. At first it was just fun, they were doing silly things and we were all laughing, but soon, when they took off their shirts they were feeling more sexy and I was really enjoying watching them.
The One Where [M]y [F]riend Fell Asleep [CNC] [Sleep play]
For about 4 years, one of my life ambitions was to fuck Mary. We met in undergrad, and had a quickly interrupted hookup at a party. (We were making out in some kid’s closet when her friend started freaking out and asked to leave. C’est la vie.)
Over the next two years of school, we would smile and wave at each other. We texted occasionally and flirted once or twice at parties. But it seemed like the moment was gone.
Which was a damn shame. Mary was about 5’6”, blonde, and on the curvier side. She had a bit of a belly on her, but she definitely needed it to support the weight of two of the biggest tits I have ever seen. They were just on the edge of being out of proportion for her, but she carried off the look with a combo of dangerously high crop tops and industrial strength bras.
The best thing about Mary, though, was the look in her eyes. You know how some people just light fires in you straight from your eyes to your cock? She had this half-lidded, dreamy look combined with an off-centered smile. It made me weak.
[MF] Concubine
I’m property of the man who bought me.
No, you stupid piece of shit. I’m not a slave. But he is my Master. A Master I adore, now.
That man made me what I am. That man molded me into the gorgeous woman writing these words. That man makes sure I eat, exercise, study and sleep. That man puts a roof over my head. That man dresses me in his finest.
That man is one I give my body to whenever he wants, however he wants. Even though he is free to take what he possesses.
He owns me but I’m something more. I’m a concubine, a consort. His favourite plaything among his others.
Someone he is proud to have on his arm in public when he needs it. Someone he can engage with.
This isn’t some hapless little girl’s fantasy about being on your knees on a velvet cushion waiting for him to walk through the door.
No, I live the life I want when he isn’t here. I recline in a silk robe, my own perch he has given me.
The moment he enters, after telling me he is in town so I can prepare, I become a tool to service him. To worship him.
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I am happy to indulge your kinks, fetishes, fantasies; Whatever turns you on, I’m thrilled to write. My rates are based on kinks, as well as length.
Every story is 100% custom typed for you to meet your every desire. My rates are on a client to client basis & as based on kinks, as well as length.
Below I will share snippet of a story I wrote for a client, this way you can get a taste of my writing style & see if I am someone whose work you’d get pleasure from reading.
If you are interested I would love to talk with you. Email: [lilithkmae@gmail.com](mailto:lilithkmae@gmail.com)
Yours,
LM
Upon request, I pulled my vibrator out of the box, sitting it on his asshole. I turn it on, giving him a slight preview of his fantasy. Sliding it up and down his taint, gently massaging his prostate.. Bringing him to full erection. My goal after getting him erect is to milk his prostate, giving him the ultimate pleasure. Between his moans and seeing pre-cum drip from his penis as he sits on all fours, I realize that I am completing my job.
The Ride Home
I followed the girls out to the car, watching them holding hands flirting like a new couple. I couldn’t help but feel excited and nervous because this was the first time actually experience this fantasy. My wife’s dress was just a little higher than when we walked in exposing just the bottom of her ass cheeks and the interns ass looked amazing and plump in her jeans.
We reached the car and I opened the car door for my wife to get in the front seat. She winked at me and got in the back seat with the intern.
I got in the car and looked in the mirror to see the intern kissing my wife’s neck as my wife stared back at me through the mirror with a look of pleasure in her eyes before leaning her head back to expose more of her neck.
I could feel the blood rushing to my cock as it stiffened and started to make my pants tight. I looked back and saw my wife’s leg over the interns, her dress pulled up exposing the beauty between her legs. I was certain she was wearing a sexy white lace thong before we left for the bar. It somehow had disappeared.
Futas & Fighters (Chapter 1) [Fiction][Fantasy][Futanari][TF][Oral][Buk][Bond(light)]
Following the Great War between the Kingdoms of Edaria and Cal’thum, the land had once more settled into peace. Great cities once besieged now tend to their wounds and begin rebuilding. Villages destroyed have seen new life and new faces. Soldiers are returning home. New life is flowing into the war-ravaged lands.
In a small tavern on the edge of a small village on the edge of the Kingdom’s borders, on the edge of the sea drinks a young woman by the name of Marin. Marin was your average young Elven woman, in that, she was wholly unaverage. Strong, beautiful, and contrary to most Elven stereotypes, lackluster in the ways of Wisdom and Intellect. On any other day, Marin would be tending to the blacksmith’s forge: keeping the fire hot, the weapons sharp, and most of the men in town well stocked with mental material for a quick “training session in one-handed clubs”. With the war over, Marin had finally received the grim news from Hargrin the Blacksmith.
“The fucker fired me, Edea,” Marin sloshed as she set her tankard back on the bar. Her soft, blonde, Elven hair covering her slender face only long enough for her hand to slam it back into its proper place. The Human woman who sat next to her was only half listening as she tended her own drink.