Tag: Fisting

Deerplain Donna 11

The pup roamed freely around the suite and I sat on the couch. I turned on the television and searched for … nothing. The shows disinterested me so I left the channel on Spotify. I selected a Bollywood compilation and closed my eyes. I settled in to my sedentary state and imagined what the foreign lyrics were actually about. Suddenly my hunger awakened. As a creature of habit, I would normally have eaten my dinner by this time.

Brent had informed me that in room dining was unlimited – as he had raised his eyebrow. I received the hint that it would not be an all day buffet session. I ordered corned beef hash, two poached eggs and the least expensive bottle of Pinot Grigiot on the wine list.

I fell asleep while waiting for the food. My mind transformed itself into a movie theater. My eyelids became a screen. There was static. There were words in bold white contrasted against the dark gray backdrop – AN ERROR OCCURRED. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.

In the chaotic haze, I could see lips speaking. What were they trying to tell me? I listened to the white noise until the word, “Spic” was audible. I tried to focus and I heard, “DindindinLoveLetterdindindinWritedindinMedindindinAdindindinLoveLetterdindindinLike
dinThedindinOnedinThatdindinYoudinWrotedindindinBefore…” Read more »

Deerplain Donna 10

She was in the cage on all fours while lapping cold milk from a heavy dog bowl. The bowl was made of a dense wood which held firmly to the floor of her padded cage. The pup wore a studded dog collar around her neck. On her hands were knitted mittens. Her feet were covered in thick winter socks which covered her ankles. Her footwear had been printed to simulate dog paws. There were toes evident on the top. The soles of her socks had a familiar canine padding design. On her knees were knee pads with fur lining and a fluffy synthetic fur outer layer. She ignored me as I approached.

I tapped on the cage in order to get her attention. She looked up at me and began to pant as would a canine animal. Her prominent and sagging tongue dimpled at the epicenter. I gazed into her eye contact and searched for any signs of humanity. My thoughts on the matter were inconclusive. She was wearing a smile. She yelped a bark. The human pup then chased her tail for the duration of two rotations. She stopped her circling to look up in my direction. Read more »

Tangled [ff][bdsm][fisting]

“Fuck!” That fucking hurt, my braid must have caught on the bed springs. I try moving forward, but that just makes it worse, the hair at the nape of my neck hurts so much I get tears in my eyes. I had crawled under the bed to fetch a butt plug that rolled under there from my stash; I had just pushed my favorite shower toy inside me for some anal masturbation after a long day of classes when one of the bigger plugs fell from my toy box. I felt the towel slip from my back, leaving my butt exposed. Read more »

[MF] The Drew Chronicles, Part 4: Delight

[Part 1: Discovery](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6nel4x/mf_the_drew_chronicles_part_1_discovery/)

[Part 2: Dalliance](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6npy7g/mf_the_drew_chronicles_part_2_dalliance/)

[Part 3: Descent](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6p07s2/mf_the_drew_chronicles_part_3_descent/)

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So there we were. Top row of our high school football stadium, our homecoming game laid out before us, the city lights beyond, surrounded by hundreds of screaming fans. Drew leaned against me, panting, trying to do so quietly without drawing attention to herself. She clutched my forearm under the blanket we shared. My fingers, soaked in the juice from the orgasm I’d just given her, continued to slowly massage, pinch, and roll her clit inside her jeans. Her hips bucked and rolled softly–something else she tried to conceal–and in spite of her best efforts, a quiet moan escaped her lips.

“*Ooh…* Please… I need more,” she whispered. “*Please…*” she moaned as I rolled her clit again.

“Then follow me,” I said, and gave her clit one final, soft pinch as I slipped my hand out of her pants. Drew quietly redid the button on her jeans and sat up. I grabbed her hand and led her down the bleachers. As we descended, our team completed a pass for a touchdown. Read more »

Presidential receiving line (f/m, m/m, oral)

This is satire based on the idea that giving a blowjob is as common as opening a door for someone. It is completely consensual and very normal.

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The president stood at the end of another long receiving line and I was again amazed by his charm. Anyone can be charming for half an hour but he stood in his office, with his perfect posture and unwaveringly kind smile, and greeted visitors for hours at a time. The man was a phenomenon.

No one would have begrudged him a flaccid cock in a situation like this. Many distracted or disinterested presidents would bruskly shake hands with the men while one by one their wives elegantly took to their knees in a deep curtsey (all of them, it seemed, had gone to finishing school) and politely closed their mouths around the limp presidential member for the polite amount of time: three head bobs of the head according to Emily Post. Then they would rise just as elegantly as they had kneeled and nod to man out respect for the office. Read more »

Presidential receiving line (m/f, m/m, oral)

This is satire based on the idea that giving a blowjob is as common as opening a door for someone. It is completely consensual and very normal.

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The president stood at the end of another long receiving line and I was again amazed by his charm. Anyone can be charming for half an hour but he stood in his office, with his perfect posture and unwaveringly kind smile, and greeted visitors for hours at a time. The man was a phenomenon.

No one would have begrudged him a flaccid cock in a situation like this. Many distracted or disinterested presidents would bruskly shake hands with the men while one by one their wives elegantly took to their knees in a deep curtsey (all of them, it seemed, had gone to finishing school) and politely closed their mouths around the limp presidential member for the polite amount of time: three head bobs of the head according to Emily Post. Then they would rise just as elegantly as they had kneeled and nod to man out respect for the office. Read more »

Fist of July [MFM] [Exhibition] – Getting fisted by my airman, while using a Hitachi, in front of a random sailor.

July 4th. Happy treason day, colonials! Every year on this day I write a letter to the Queen of England and beg her to take back the colonies. So far, no response. Today I never got around to my letter writing, instead my boyfriend spent the better part of the day using me as a hand-warmer. We have discovered there’s next level orgasms to be had in the fisting game and all we had to add to the equation was my Hitachi magic wand. I’ve had sex on drugs, I know what the rest of the world is missing when they’ve never had a 5 hour bang sesh on LSD, or an 8 hour rolly-polly time on E. This is better than all of that, and accessible while sober. I never really feel the desire to get high and bang again; I’ve found Nirvana. Today in particular it was especially life changing. Read more »

Tales from My Slutwife’s Past: Her Favorite Threesome [FM], [MFM]

I am a lucky man. Almost two decades ago I met a stunningly beautiful woman on AOL IM, caught her fancy through chatting and long phone calls, and, eventually, met her in person. A few short hours later, I was staring up, admiring this gorgeous creature as she rolled her sexy hips so my cock put pressure on her clit on the way to an intense orgasm.

Over the next few years, we continued on as lovers and boyfriend and girlfriend at times, until she became my wife. While my wife and I have plenty of stories of our own that I may share if anyone is interested, this is not one of those.

When a woman is riding your cock like a bullrider hours after you first meet in person, it comes as no surprise to learn she has an extensive and varied sexual past. I have always expressed interest and never felt or showed any jealousy. Consequently, my wife often openly shares stories of her intensely erotic sexual history. These stories never fail to get my cock rock hard and aching for attention from her beautiful, perfect mouth, which she is glad to provide. I enjoy them so much, I thought you might as well. Read more »

[f]ucking in [m]y parent’s shower

This is something that I’ve wanted to happen for a very long time. This boy is a very dear friend of mine. We became friends on the first day of freshman year in college and always had a special kind of connection. We’re about to be seniors now. He’s very charming and handsome. Strong, tall, hilarious and talented. For a while, I thought I had feelings for him and I told him. He didn’t feel the same way, so I moved on.

Anyways… he’s been living in my house with me all summer. We both have internships in the nearby city and my parents go away on vacation each summer for about a month. They didn’t want me to be alone and he didn’t have much of a place to stay, so it worked out. I’ve always been attracted to him and ever since we’ve been living together, I’ve had a lot of curiosity. I mean, come on. We’re living alone in a house in the woods. ALONE. He told me a few weeks ago that he thought I was sexy, but he wasn’t willing to risk our friendship. But once I knew he wanted me, I continuously tried to seduce him. Read more »

Hotel Room [F]ling

Hotel Room Fantasy

Let me start off by saying that this post is all about the naughty naughty night I had, leaving me with a soaking-wet pussy, and as much as my husband liked it, I feel as though you all would like it more.

My husband and I were staying in a hotel while we were away for a weekend. We decided to go out, and I wanted to get dolled up. I was wearing a little red dress made of lace that showed my black bra and a pair of black stilettos. My huge breasts were popping out of the dress, but with my hair down and covering my tits, I did not look as scandalous as I felt. I kept my legs slightly crossed because even as I stood there, my pussy was dripping, and I was not wearing any panties. Read more »