So as I was saying, it was time to annihilate El Crocodilo’s bloodline. Like the alligator forged in the fires of mount clapass itself that was currently laying before me, I proceeded to go absolute sicko mode on some fuckin croco’s. I turned to midgemong, thinking he would be lubricated axle in between a mexican mans left quadricep easy, however the beast was not easily skewered, as he realeased the primordial ooze from his pouch. After squeezing my double roided triple fist right handed semi sore beating tool tighter than a hydraulic press, I completely obliterated the beast, by dropping 457 lbs of your dead weight onto the animal. My scapula was still torn into the shape of an amsterdam strippers spine, but I had smoten the beast.
Tag: Fisting
Higher Stakes Pt. 1 – Blackmail BDSM (MF)
Mrs Elaine makes the sudden move, rook to take my bishop, my king left temporarily exposed. Her pearl necklace dangles down to the top of her chest, moving with each twist of her hand as she drags the piece gracefully across the board to put me in check.
‘Check, Mister Sanderson.’
Nodding, I look up at her, her brown eyes flickering with the fireplace heat behind me. Her draping brunette hair flirts with the middle of her arms as she shuffles slightly in the armchair and eyes me cautiously but hungrily.
‘You really are playing for high stakes aren’t you?’
‘What made you ever think I was playing for low stakes Mister Sanderson?’
I watch her back just as carefully, smiling, touché. She reciprocates with full ferocity, her eyes ablaze. She wasn’t here for just the chit chat, there was something else on her mind.
‘What are you playing for exactly Mrs Elaine?’ My brow furrows, the heat in the room growing as the sparks flick out onto the stone in front of the fire.
Moon ritual gangbang (part 1) – [female gangbang] [msub] [fdom] [enthusiastic consent] [POV]
Every bump in the dirt road inches my white shift slightly higher up my thighs. I’m driving like a madwoman and you’re holding onto the armrest of the old sedan like you’re worried I’m going to kill you.
*Aw, babe. You can trust me, pet.*
“Are you ready for the ritual?” I ask you, smiling at you seductively through hooded eyes.
“Yes,” you manage through gritted teeth as we fly over another bump. “I think so.”
“Darlin’, I understand that this is a lot. I’m more than happy to talk you through everything again, as much as you need. We won’t go through with the ritual unless you are 100%, entirely on board. It’s important that you want this. That you’re ready.”
You nod. *So obedient.* The gears turn in your head as you think about everything I’ve told you about what will happen tonight. The importance of this celebration. Its meaning. Your role.
“What are you worried about?”
“If I want to stop…?” Your voice trails off. Higher pitched than you’d expect for a man of your size. You’re nervous.
Turns out I like listening [MFM]
Fist time writing one of these so sorry if it’s not well written.
Me senior year of college I, M, moved in with my female best friend, let’s call her Jane. Jane is roughly 5’ 6”, she has beautiful pale white skin, gorgeous blue eyes, cute perky B cup breast and straw blonde hair.
It was awesome living together. We had the same sense of humor and similar interests so we we seemed like a natural fit together but we weren’t sure how it work since neither of us had lived with someone of the opposite sex before.
After the first couple of weeks living together I started to notice certain sounds coming from her room at night. I guess she had finally gotten comfortable with me being around so she was now masturbating. Hearing her moan from pleasure was such a huge turn on. However, it also felt so wrong since she was my closest friend. It didn’t take long though for my urges to win over any reservations I had. At night when I began hearing those beautiful distinct sounds I’d tiptoe to my door, press my ear against it at listen to her as I stroked my rock hard cock. She’d say things like “Oh my god” or “ oh fuck yes” which drove my wild. While all of that was hot, it was even hotter imagining what she was doing. What technique was she using? Was she using toys? Who was she thinking about etc. all made that much more hotter.
Quarantined with the Landlord Part II [MF] [cheating]
[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ga30xi/quarantined_with_the_landlord_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)–The Backstory
Ben sat, stunned by the bluntness as much as the information. He was convinced Lauren’s nonchalance had to be an act. But he spent the night with this woman, she was too discerning not to know her husband was a philanderer. But with Stephanie? Either he didn’t care or thought she was stupid. After too long of a silence, Lauren stood up and reached for his glass, “Maybe I’ll move somewhere and tend bar too.” She left the room and Ben stared at the ceiling, formulating what to say. He could tell her what people really thought about Brooks, what a joke he was. No. That would be an insult. He could apologize on behalf of the gender and tell her how amazing she was. No. Neither of them were seventeen. He settled on just saying he was sorry and how unfair it was to deal with such a blow.
Lauren returned, fresh drinks in hand, and sat down. Her cheeks were flushed from the shot she’d taken in the kitchen to calm her nerves. Handing Ben the glass, she crossed in front of him, convinced his eyes followed her ass. “Sorry for the theatrics” she offered with a chuckle.
[FM] Hotel Fuck with my Phone Sex Friend
*This is a continuation from my first post about the time I broke my own rule, and [met a stranger from a phone sex line ](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g8m1az/fm_meeting_a_stranger_from_a_phone_sex_line/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)*
After the incident behind the church, my new filthy phone fuck friend and I engaged in days of pure torture. Dirty texts, naughty pictures, and explicit phone and video chats. He even popped by my work to meet me for lunch one day, where he teased me with kisses and hidden gropes.
Both of us had roommates at the time, which made finding evenings where were alone an impossible task. But neither of us could hardly wait to get together again. As much as I *loved* the thrill of public play, we both needed the privacy to really explore. One night, in the middle of an debauchers phone session, he blurted *”Let’s get a room and fuck!”* I laughed it off but he continued to circle back to it. *”We would have all night without any interruptions. Not to mention, a big hotel bed to take advantage of!”* The offer was too tempting to refuse. We spent the remainder of the night trying to find a cheap hotel deal for the next time we both had a free evening. Luckily that was only two days away. Within seconds, he booked it!
Aroused by the anticipation, we agreed that neither of us could come until we met up. I was already aching.
Bent Slowly NSFW
Despite her excitement Veronica was nervous. Never before had she and her husband Darin gone to such lengths in their pursuit of pleasure.
They had always been an active couple sexually, going on hot dates even though they had been married for over 5 years. Activities on these dates ranged from crude sex in the backseat of the car, to blatant exhibitionism. (Veronica had once removed her panties as they had eaten dinner at a posh restaurant, flashing a patron or two in the process.) They had tried many new things as they explored; toys, role-playing, hot locations, but nothing that went beyond the realm of their relationship. They had been extremely willing to listen to the others ideas and usually give them a try.
Still, Veronica had been floored when he had suggested that she pick up a stranger and seduce him as Darin watched. Veronica Loved Darin implicitly but she had had more than a few fantasies of what it would be like to have a fling. She never would have considered this had he not brought the idea to her in the first place.
In “the club” [MMMM] [Rape] [Tied Up]
The evening had been a wash. Work drinks went okay, but one at a time my coworkers had left, back to their perfectly trimmed little lives and leaving me to my own devious devices. I can’t remember how much I’d had, I was out to get fucked up and had been necking pints of beer, then wine, and had moved onto shots.
One by one the bars closed, and like a sheep I drifted along with the other scregs of the night into the last open club, a divey little basement just one step short of a strip club.
I bumped into a wild looking couple I’d shared a smoke with earlier. We got talking and laughing, and as things tend to do at that time of night, conversation quickly fell in the gutter. They told me about some niche club they’d joined for kicks, a “consensual rape club” and gave me a bracelet, which I thought was pretty funny at the time. I slipped it on as a joke and I guess I forgot about it.
[MF] Her husband is out of town and she wants me to “break in” and find her as she hides.
Backstory: I (38) have been fucking a married girl (24) for about 6 months. Usually it’s in her car during lunch breaks or at her suite in her salon. Sex with her husband is, from what I gather, vanilla and not very often. As most females who aren’t getting it at home, Megan likes it rough. She is open to explore any kink (CNC, public, anal) that I bring up but this has been my favorite experience with her so far.
The arrangement between Megan and I is that she does whatever she is instructed to do by me. She has never been controlled by a man before and gets off on how she doesn’t hesitate to do what i tell her to do.
This happened before the whole pandemic. Megan’s husband leaves town for work once a month. In December she had mentioned the dates he would be gone in January and asked if I had anything planned as far as seeing her. I told her that she is to leave her garbage door open on those dates so that I could “break in” and have my way with her. The thought of being vulnerable made Megan so eager and turned on. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t as turned on by the idea myself. Usually it’s just a quick hook up with not at much anticipation, but this time was different.
[T]rans girl gets lucky on Halloween [TM]
Thanks for liking my last story! Here’s another one from a similar era. And it’s long, yeah, but like what else are you gonna do?
I was really excited to go out for Halloween at college after transitioning and had finally settled on a homemade Faith (from Mirror’s Edge) costume. I feel like I looked pretty costume accurate in terms of physique and makeup. A couple of my girl friends got a group together to go out to a club, and I went over to my friend’s place for some pregaming. My friends were: slutty Rosie the Riveter, slutty nerd, and a slutty mouse (duh!).
We all had a few drinks before heading out and soon found ourselves in a loud, smoky club with tall plastic cups of blue liquor. Dancing has been one of my favorite things about being a girl, I’m not a professional, but generally people vibe with how I move and like to dance with me. So after another drink and a few more songs, we had attracted a group of 4 dudes.