Tag: Fisting

[FM] Giving a foot job and getting worshipped in bridal lingerie

My partner Henry and I had a July quarantine wedding on a random Thursday after months of twiddling our thumbs and waiting to see if travel restrictions would lighten up enough for our families to come to town. Though it was more casual than we expected (Zoom weddings will do that to ya), we had a great time and an equally fun [wedding night](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i7h6ii/fm_my_husband_henry_and_i_ruined_my_wedding_dress/). Afterwards, we promised each other that we would spend the weekend continuing the celebration.

That Saturday morning, I woke up before Henry for the first time in weeks. I watched him sleep for a moment, his broad chest rising and falling slowly with every deep breath. A look of pure relaxation was on his face. Probably from the edibles we took the night before and the many orgasms we had given each other over the course of the evening, but who’s to say? Giving him a soft kiss on the cheek, I slid out of bed. Read more »

[FM] My husband Henry and I ruined my wedding dress

My partner Henry and I have wanted to do the whole “exchange rings and then dance the night away” thing for a while, but the pandemic has made it a little difficult to gather our family and close friends in one place for even a casual courthouse wedding. As recently as the end of June, we still held out hope that we could have a small in-person ceremony at some point in 2020 instead of one over Zoom. But then Henry’s sister, a doctor, finally told us to give up on that dream for at least a year.

At the beginning of July, I decided to quit my job on July 31st and start a new one in the middle of August for a bit of a break. The new gig came with some decent perks, including better health insurance for spouses than the insurance Henry had through his job. It was an interesting incentive. Around the time I put in my notice (don’t burn bridges with your employers, kids), Henry and I sat down before bed to plan out the rest of the summer and talk about the future. We stared at each other from across the kitchen table in our pajamas, our eyes narrowed with suspicion as we tried to suss out how the other person was feeling. “Should we…?” I finally asked slowly. Read more »

[MF] Little Teases Need To Be Fucked

I was talking with Lynn when I saw my phone on the table begin to buzz. I had thought I turned on Do Not Disturb, but I was so excited to see everyone when we got to the booth that I just threw my purse and phone down and started hugging everyone. It had been about a week since we all hung out and I had missed the gang.

I leaned over to see who it was that was texting, and when I read the name, Oscar, I was confused. Oscar was my new boyfriend, and he was sitting right next to me in the booth, chatting it up with Jose about some fight they watched the weekend before. When my phone read my Face ID and showed what the message entailed, I snatched up my phone as fast as I could before I thought anyone else would see what was on the screen.

*I’m going to destroy that little pussy of mine after this…*

I felt shivers run up my spine as I turned towards him, shoving his shoulder while he was explaining the details of a rear-naked choke he witnessed, and he feigned ignorance. Read more »

Went from sitting to participating with an older couple [FFM]

A recent GW story made me think of this kind of crazy weekend I had when I was a senior in high school (I was 18 at the time, I’m in my mid-20s now). For about a year at that point I’d been babysitting their kiddo who was pretty awesome. I would come over on Saturday afternoons and hang out with the kid while they would go do house chores or whatever and then I’d stay home after he went to bed and they would go out on the town and come home and I’d walk across the street to my parents place.

During that time there were a few occasions where they’d come home pretty wasted and offer me a drink and we’d sit and talk and the wife was always very flirty with me, like beyond just friendly. But, it only happened when she was drunk. The husband would just sit and smile, like kind of watching. Later in life I kind of saw this move from husbands in the swingers community. Read more »

Con[f]ession – uncontrollably horny?

Although I’ve always had a fairly healthy sexual appetite, after several years of marriage, our sex live has gotten… predictable. Even anal is par for the course now. My husband takes meds that decrease his libido so we don’t have sex nearly as often as I need it.

All that being said, lately I’ve been so horny that I’m resorting to masturbating 3 or 4 times a day- unusual even for me. It’s like I’ve got the libido of an insatiable teenager but in a petite curvy 30 something body.

Besides my new best friend the detachable shower head (which feels a lot like a talented tongue), I’ve been fantasizing about literally everyone I see or talk to. Because of the pandemic, I haven’t had any truly meaningful eye fucks or flirty encounters in person but I’m on the phone a lot for work, and I find myself looking up random men that I talk to and suddenly I’m fingering myself at my fucking desk hoping no one will come in. Read more »

Seeking His Skin

*This is the first short taste of more to cum…*

**Part One**

Three weeks…it felt like three years.

Without Hyde beside her everyday, she felt the pain of his absence deeply but not wanting to think about the reasons for his absence. Besides the longing of seeing his face and the side-stitching laughter of his unique humour, the ache of missing his presence and touch was deathly.

Looking out into the garden from behind the glass panel in the kitchen, vapour was accumulating on the pane. It was a chilly day with the sun barely showing itself, she couldn’t steer her mind away from the hungered thoughts of her and Hyde together. Her breath quickened as she remembered the way he held her, each memory shortening her breath, turning the vapour on the glass into droplets.

Without realising, she had pressed her breasts against the glass, relieving the heat building up inside her. Her button-up blouse was in the way so she unbuttoned the first two buttons, letting the fullness of her breasts above her bra, firmly press against the glass. She wanted Hyde with an ache and hunger she herself could not describe, with her left hand she pulled up her skirt, feeling her trembling thigh. This was supposed to be his job, he was supposed to touch her, make her hot and wet. She wanted his touch and she wanted his tongue to trace her pussy until she begged him, she wanted his fingers sliding inside her, one by one. Read more »

I [m] played with my ass once years ago and I fucking loved it. I’m addicted to this day.

It was amazing. It started off with a finger and a tooth brush lol, but now I can take in all 5 fingers, almost a fist. I dp’d myself with 2 dildos. And I fucking love the idea of someone watching, instructing me, telling me what to do next. I live streamed this one time on Chaturbate for fun but fuck did the idea of having tens of people watching me, looking at my thick cock and thicker ass turn me the fuck on..
I haven’t done that in a while but I kinda would love to do it again.

My dms are open to those who have some questions, or maybe a bit more ;)

How I [30F] Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Sucking Dick [MF] [long post]

First time poster here! I’ve been reflecting a lot on my Reddit-facilitated experiences lately and wanted to share a few stories about one Redditor in particular who became a good friend. Connections are rare and fleeting, I hope I do justice to all the good that’s come from knowing him.

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I’ve had my fair share of Reddit meetups over two years (and many, many throwaway accounts), and most of them were one-off meetings when I started exploring my sexuality for the first time at 28. On these meetups, physical attraction bubbled over into one night of intimacy with the veneer of vulnerability. I never expected to make a real friend in all this, someone who encouraged me to ask for what I wanted, helped me find my confidence, and, most importantly, introduced me to the joys of sucking dick.

My friend Mark [34M] loves to tell me how good I’ve gotten at sucking his cock since we met almost a year ago. I [30F] love to tell him about the men I have sucked off after him and how they praise me, call me a good girl for my wet, sloppy blowjobs. More than once, I’ve had another man’s cock in my mouth while I thought of Mark: how proud he would be if he could see me getting someone else off with what he taught me. I was delighted to think of myself as his little cocksucker, recounting stories the next time we met up. Read more »

The Worst Anal Sex Accident

Never have anal sex after a fish dinner…

Most people contract some form of food poisoning at least once a year. Most of the time the symptoms are mild, and can even be mistaken for a 24 hour flu bug. Other times, the symptoms are similar to one having a very bad case of the flu, but rarely do people ever need to go to the hospital for food poisoning.

Just by its nature, the probability of contracting food poisoning from fish is always higher than most other foods. This is why, based on personal experience, I recommend that no one ever engage in anal sex after your date ate a large fish dinner.

We hadn’t been dating that long, only about a month. Even though we’d only been dating a short time, we were having sex since the second date, and it was the best, freakiest, porno-style sex of my life. Seriously, this was the kind of sex that every man, deep down, dreams about having at least once in his life. It was the kind of sex that I had wished for ever since my voice started changing. It was with this woman, and only with this woman, that I was ever addressed with the phrase, “Use your whole fist for Christ’s sake.” Read more »

Moving violations

I was just cruising along, feeling so good. My boyfriend Mike had just used my cunt like his own personal fuck toy. He really filled me up, I can still feel a good portion of his hot cum churning around my womb. It was late, and I needed to get home. My driver’s license was only a temporary one that I had gotten on my 18th birthday. If I got stopped by a cop….then the lights of a police cruiser’s flashbar show up in my rear view mirror, and he blips his siren. Shit, dammit! I glance at the speedometer, realizing I’d been speeding in an attempt to get home faster. With no other choice, I pull over, and nervously wait for him.

I watch him walk over, he leans down towards the window. I roll it down and he says, “Good evening Miss, you were in kind of a hurry. License and registration please.”

“Yes, Sir,” I mutter as I hand over the documents. My heart feels like it’s in my belly.

“Looks like you’ve only been driving about two weeks,” the cop says, aiming his flashlight at my license. It’s still the paper one. My real one hasn’t shown up in the mail yet. Read more »