Tag: Fisting

[MFF] One of the wildest, craziest nights of my young life. The end of one relationship, and the start of the next level of my sexual maturity.

Throwaway. This story happened about 8 years ago and is 100% true. I chose to write about this story primarily for myself because it is one of the most epic and vivid memories of my life as well as a constant spank-bank memory reference. This is the first time I have recounted an event that has occurred in my life. Feedback on how I recollect my memories, formatting, or provide details is greatly appreciated.

I was a young man, 22 years old. I had been dating this girl, Tracy, for about two years and things were going so-so. To be honest, I had contemplated breaking up with her at least once a day but felt too bad to actually go through with it. We lived together, and although she was a complete bitch most of the time her family was extremely kind and, coming from a broken family and experiencing that kind of family love for the first time, I simply couldn’t bring myself to go through with kicking her out of my place (yes, she lived with me). Read more »

[fF] Wild Roses pt. 4: Wisdom of the Forest [fdom]

Summer nervously twirled a lock of golden hair around a finger as she walked quietly down the forest path. She had been here before, she knew, but that was a long time ago and a long time forgotten. In the early spring air, her white linen dress was a little cool, but she loved the way it shaped her bosom, and against the stark blue of the winter roses in her hair it looked gorgeous. All she could hope was that the forest witch would find it as striking as she felt wearing it. As the small hut came into view at the bottom of the path, nestled under an outcropping where the river tumbled down a fall into a clear pond, she rubbed the ring on her finger for luck, and straightening her back she resolved to set one foot in front of the other.

At the door, she gave a knock, and waited.

When no reply came, she knocked again, louder this time, but again was met with silence.

With a sigh, she deflated, and with relief and regret half and half she turned, to make her way back home. Read more »

[MF] Making a new friend in Hong Kong

I really hate traveling to China most of the time. The flights are too long, and I don’t usually enjoy the food. I tend to enjoy the experience of being in a minority, and the looks I get being an over six-foot-tall white guy walking through the city, and especially the groups of girls who shyly want to try out their English with me, but a few novelties don’t make up for being jet-lagged and hungry the entire time. But at the end of the last trip I was lucky enough to have a much better night than usual in Hong Kong.

For the fist part of the night, this definitely wasn’t the case. I was there with some colleagues in Wan Chai, which, as my local friend explained to me, was the Dirty Old Man district. Ladyboys wandering the streets, strip clubs on the sides, and lots of bars with guys way past their prime who didn’t mind trading cash for attention. I was at a bar with a live cover band, which I really can’t stand, either, watching a young Filipina using some Newt Gringrich-looking guy like a stripper pole while a very wrong rendition of “Sweet Home Alabama” skullfucked the room. Yeah, I was in hell. So I was really glad to see my phone light up in WhatsApp when my local friend got off work. I happily bade my colleagues good night and walked around to the hotel where she was waiting for me. Read more »

Midnight Kiss Leads to Much More [MF]…

It was New Years Eve and I still didn’t have any plans. What was I going to do? Was I really about to spend New Years Eve at home? I was pretty desperate. I had even posted on Facebook asking what is going on with no real responses. Finally, I get a text from my younger brother asking me if I wanted to come to a party at his girlfriends place. He told me it will probably be a small get together between 6-8 people but hey, that was better than nothing. I asked if any babes were going to be there. His response was “yeah, and one of them has seen your pics.” I had no idea what that meant! What did the girl look like? What did she think of the pics? My brother refused to tell me!

As time was getting closer, I started to get nervous. Honestly speaking, I get pretty nervous around girls. I’m not some macho guy so suave talking Don Juan. This is a small party. What if the girl was really ugly but I couldn’t really avoid her because there were so few people there? What if she was smoking hot but wasn’t actually into me? My brother has been known to fuck with me. So what do I do to calm my nerves? I masturbate. Read more »

How I had the best sex of my life, and the moral implications of it. Part 2 [MF]

Previous story: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5k7dva/how_i_had_the_best_sex_of_my_life_and_the_moral/

First of all, whoa! I never imagined my long-winded story would attract as much attention as it did. Thank you to all of you who left words of support and feedback. I performed a mental fist pump each time a Redditor said I helped him/her get off. Part 2 picks up where I left off, and wraps up my adventures with Mindy. Go to the break for the sex you’re all here for.

So there we were, laying on the air mattress naked. I undoubtedly experienced the best sex of my life, all the evidence of that culminating in our combined fluids on my slick penis and damp pubic hair. Mindy was still panting, my shirt underneath her butt catching those fluids that dripped out. When the guilt slammed into me, I got up slowly and wobbly, and headed towards the bathroom.

I stepped into the shower and washed myself off, paying particular attention at lathering and rinsing my dick off. I used to love falling asleep after sex with my ex-gf, and my dick would be glistening and sticky as an arousing reminder of what happened. Now, all I could think about was how I had completely unprotected sex with a girl whose sexual health I had no clue, and the potentially catastrophic consequences of getting her pregnant or passing on an STD to my fiancée. Read more »

Consensual Non consent with a stranger on my birthday [FM]

I’ve been enjoying reading these stories for a while, but this is my first post. I don’t go into it in the story but for this encounter I vetted the guy and we had prearranged safe words etc.

Bit of backstory I (22 F) was in a long term relationship. My girlfriend had stopped wanting sex, and it turns out she’d been cheating on me. So we broke up and I was more than ready to get back out there.
I had a couple of boring tinder one night stands. They were pretty run of the mill but I was just happy to finally be fucked again. My birthday was coming up so I decided to try and indulge in a long held fantasy of mine. A birthday treat to myself.

I’ve always been very turned on by the Dom sub dynamic. I’m a true sub and nothing makes me wetter than being called a slut whilst being fucked. I love domination, humiliation, and being used. At this point I’d never experienced consensual non consent but I wanted to try it. I could have done it with someone I knew, but I felt like it would be most realistic with a complete stranger. I found a guy online who seemed like a good candidate. We texted for a few days and made a plan. My birthday party was on a saturday night. I was going to dinner with friends then hitting a few bars. The guy, Stephen, would come and pick me up whenever I said I was ready. Read more »

You Need to Do What I Say [M/F, BDSM, FemDomme]

**Enough**

Never say “I love you” when you really mean “I’m sorry.”

I don’t stare at you. I deliberately don’t look at you, while you stomp around the apartment in dress-socked feet. As if you’re the one who’s been wronged. I scoff and shake my head.

Not only will you not have apologized when you *know* you’ve fucked up, but you’ll have tried to make me feel guilty for being too pissed off to say it back.

You yelled at me—took your awful, stressful week out on me—but *I’m* the heartless bitch who can’t say I love you back. I’m just one more thing in your life that won’t go right. Won’t cooperate. Won’t do and be and act the way you want me to.

My eye twitches when I hear you and your temper slam doors as you move through our home.

I love you.

You know I do.

But right now, I can’t stand to be in the same room as you.

I hear a loud crash, followed by a stream of swears.

Sighing, I shut my book and set it on the coffee table. Read more »

A Twisted Tale Part 2

A strong, masculine hand clamped hard on her windpipe as a man’s body pressed her hard against the wall. She tried to push back, fight against it but whoever it was had leverage and mass against her.

She could feel his heart beating in his chest pressed against her back. His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, “Hello slut. We’ve been waiting for you…”

Her mind reeled and she was caught off guard again as she was snatched off of the wall by her hair. She began to twist, intending to fight. Her body was strong and her anger was white hot inside of her. But as she turned, his foot drove into the back of her knee, buckling her leg and driving her to the floor. Yanking back on her hair titled her head upward painfully and she froze again when she felt the cold steel edge of his knife come to rest on the vulnerable, exposed flesh of her throat.

She stared up into HIS face. Her brow wrinkled and her fear and confusion only increased. They had RECONCILED. They had talked, mended fences. He had said he forgave her! Read more »

Sunrise surprise [M][FM][F] [Voyeur]

The week between finals and graduation, a bunch of us poor college students pooled our work-study cash and rented a beach house for a week. It was technically the off-season still, so it didn’t cost us arms and legs. The house had five luxurious bedrooms, gorgeous Atlantic views, and a hot tub. We decided we would invite a shit-ton of people who *didn’t* pay and basically had a week-long bacchanalia.

Lots of firsts for me on that trip. My first public nudity showed my friends just how big my penis is (7 inches and girthy, nothing special). I mixed alcohol and weed for the first time and wandered at high speed through the house onto the beach like I was in the computer game Quake 3. I turned down my first threesome invitation from her because he wasn’t into it and I knew they’d get married someday, and I didn’t want to be a source of pain in their future. And I witnessed friends fucking for the first time. Read more »

The Chair [MF] [BDSM] [str8]

The way the ropes were, he couldn’t move his head, so his vision was static, just the white wall with sunlight splashed on it and empty space in his peripherals. The time: mid-morning. The risk: discovery. If he strained his ears, he could hear the shush-shush of her bare feet against the floor behind him. His own feet were tied to two of the legs of his chair.

Her hand was on the top of his head, in his hair. He felt almost overheated. There was a bead of sweat running down his back. The ropes were real hemp rope, like what you might use on a ship or a hammock, and scratched warmly a little if he moved. She traced her hand down over his ear and was using her nails by the time she reached the side of his throat. “I fantasize about everything I’ll do to you. You or someone like you.” Read more »