Tag: Fisting

You Deserve a Punishment [M/F, BDSM]

** *Continuation of [this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5f1dhu/a_little_public_naughtiness_mf_ds/)* **

Peter got out of his car. He was home late. Again.

But this time he had a good reason.

It’d been several months since he’d last checked his website; fully automated, it rarely needed him at all. But he liked to keep his hand in it, tweaking and maintaining it. And he liked to read Kat.

He used to check near daily, eager to read her thoughts and words. But now he tended to wait, store up her stories, reading masses of them during rare spare moments.

Today, after talking to Hayato and between his other meetings and jobs, he’d logged on, curious what he’d missed in his wife’s life.

He’d scrolled down to the last post he’d read more than three months ago, an interview with Lyndsey Wayne, a student from one of the local colleges who’d been outed. He’d read the next post. And then the next. The one after that and the one after that.

He kept reading until his phone rang—a client whose appointment he’d missed. After contacting Janie, giving her detailed instructions to handle things for the rest of the day, Peter took his laptop and locked himself in his car. Read more »

[MF] That one time I jerked a pervert’s huge cock on the train.

My description:

>I know you perverts (I’m one too, no judgment) are wondering.. so here’s me: I’m not “hot”, or at least I don’t think so. Dudes have told me I’m pretty, girls I’ve been friends with (and those I have been more than friends with) have told me that I have unfair eyes. I’m heavy for my height – probably 10-15 lbs. overweight. I’m pretty lazy about it, because I can be. I have had standard-deviation-breaking bras since 13; getting guys in bed hasn’t been hard except times when I get picky. Hips are clearly meant for baby making.. thanks, Mom.

I was taking a train from one coast of the USA to the other one spring. It was just something I always wanted to do, and I had booked the ticket with my ex. We had a destination in mind, but we hadn’t planned anything when we got there. I had a friend to meet, and another one of my exes lived in my destination city. So when my ex and I broke up a couple of weeks before the trip, traveling by myself was the obvious course of action. It was a little bit of a bummer, though, as I was hoping to cross “get fucked on a train” off my bucket list. The trip was gorgeous, and I can’t recommend it enough. I even got a big surprise amenity about halfway through the trip. Read more »

Fucking my coworker – hottest sex of my life [MF]

This is a story of the hottest night of sex I’ve ever had. It’s my first time writing and posting here, so feedback is appreciated! But before I reach the story, allow me to frame the situation a bit.

I think we all understand the appeal of one night stands. You meet someone out, probably at a bar, maybe have an awkward conversation before you realize that there’s some chemistry, or maybe your drunken state gives you that endless confidence to interact with her like you’re god’s gift to women. And maybe she’s drunk enough, or gullible enough, to believe you. Or maybe you’re actually god’s gift to women. Suffice it to say you wade through the formalities, the chase, the first awkward makeout, and then you get her home and the two of you fuck each other’s brains out like it is the only thing that has ever mattered. And for that night, it truly is. That’s the thing about great sex – especially carnal, animalistic sex – when you’re in it, the rest of the world is on mute. Read more »

A Little Public Naughtiness [M,F D/s]

Kat Valdez-Richards lay on the bed awake, staring at her still *fairly* new husband sleeping sound next to her. Sure, they weren’t exactly newlyweds anymore, their marriage about four years old. But even so, it seemed wrong that, at ten-thirty at night, they were—he was—asleep.

Kat studied Peter’s slumbering form, sprawled across the mattress and pillows. She knew that, over time, passions often ebbed. Was that what this was? She’d heard about the infamous seven-year itch too. She’d just never thought it’d happen to them.

She sighed. It was too soon for their love lives to crash. It’d only been four years. Yet they hardly had sex anymore. Maybe once or twice a week. It wasn’t unusual for more than two weeks to pass without them being intimate. And when they did—don’t get her wrong, it was nice—but it was just so…nice.

From the start, Peter had never been nice. He’d been exciting and hot and domineering and, yes, even a little frightening at times. He’d been powerful and masterful and passionate and considerate. He’d been exactly what she’d always wanted. Exactly what she needed. Read more »

Married co-worker [F] and the young man [M]: an affair (LONG)

Everything I’ve written previously has been about my collegiate experiences–my first time with an older woman ([1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/598ol8/late_40s_f_and_the_college_boy_m_a_first_for_both/), [2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/59xwkg/late_40s_f_and_the_college_boy_m_a_first_for_both/)) and about [an experience with an ex girlfriend, where I gave her an orgasm in front of her dad without him realizing](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5aykbh/orgasm_in_front_of_girlfriends_unknowing_dadmf/) (most of the commenters believe he knew–but I still naively don’t think so!). I have to confess the following experience does come with a little bit of guilt because she was married (it’s so weird how the married also makes it exponentially sexier, which she did specifically mentioned quite a few times). Our first interaction was last March and we decided to chill out recently.

As a reminder, I was a tall, gawky kid growing up, with glasses and an overbite. Then I wrestled throughout high school, got contacts, and dental work fixed my alignment to where I’m actually a pretty good looking guy (I’m told I look like the senior in Sixteen Candles), but I still have the perception of myself as a gawky kid with glasses and can still be somewhat shy until engaged, and alternate between overconfidence and no confidence. Read more »

I’m too young for sex :( pt. 27 [ff]

“You ready?” Joe asked before we got out of the car.

I wasn’t. Everything about school reminded me of Sam. It was like asking me if was ready to have someone hit my broken hand with a hammer. You’re never ready for something like that, but I nodded anyway to get us moving.

Bethany and Mark were waiting at the edge of the parking lot. I got my book bag and slung it over my shoulder and headed toward them with Joe at my side. He kept his arm around my shoulder the whole way which was about the only thing keeping me moving.

“Hey,” Bethany whispered when we caught up to them.

“How are you feeling? You eat anything this morning?” I asked. I don’t know why they called it *morning sickness* because she’d been throwing up all weekend.

“Crackers and Ginger Ale. The breakfast of champions.” Her grim smile answered my question better than her words. “I’ll survive. How about you?”

I thought I was cried out after a week, but I was wrong. Maybe my body had decided to pee out of my eyes. I wiped my eyes again and sucked in my cheeks to keep myself under control. “Let’s go.” Read more »

[F]ir[M] with a Friend

Before I got married, I was working with an attorney in Dallas. I was his investigator. I wasn’t in the office very often, but would stop by a few times a week to get an expense check or pick up a few files. As usual, there were several girls that worked in there and they were always gossiping about something it seemed.

One Thursday afternoon, I stopped by the office around 4:30 and most everyone was packing up to head home. I wander around for a while and I start to head out when I see Mandy crying at her desk. Mandy is probably 30 years old but she’s the biggest girl of the group. I’d guess she was right at 200 lbs, maybe a little more. I walk over to her desk and ask if she’s ok. She seems startled and tries to act like nothing was wrong. It’s obvious she’s upset so I calm her down and sit down to show her I’m truly interested in what’s wrong. She finally tells me that she had a date planned with a guy tonight that she’d gone out with a few times, but he just called to cancel the date and said that he didn’t want to see her anymore. He gave her some bullshit about being too busy at work. Read more »

I a[m] one lucky [f]ucker…

I am a traveling worker who wanders around the United States setting up shop in various National Parks. If it matters, I’m a fit 29 year old that has often been compared to David Tennant’s Tenth Doctor when clean cut, and Hugh Jackman’s Wolverine when in Viking mode. This last season (March to November) I was in Yellowstone, and ended up on several sexual adventures. This is one of those stories.

Waiting outside the post office to pick up my mail, I was absently petting one of the local cats and contemplating what I had just done. After a relationship of five years I had broken up with my girlfriend, and though it was a relief I was also reeling. I just wanted to gather up my junk mail and go back to my quarters in lake village.

“The owner must be an idiot,” I heard a woman with a Scandinavian accent mutter as she joined me in waiting for the post office to open, “I see bald eagles swoop over this place every day. Bye bye poo-ssie…” Read more »

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 4 [Str8, MF, inc]

**PART FOUR**

“In that case, you are one lucky bastard… no offense intended, “ Julie remarked.

“None taken,” I replied. “Where do we go from here?”

“Anywhere we want, I suppose,” she answered.

The reasons why I chose not to bunk at mom and Charlie’s house during my stay in town were many and varied. The least of which concerning them was the house being full of so many other people the whole time. Not to mention I wanted to be able to disappear at a moment’s notice.

I might generally be a stand-up guy, but the girl-crazy poon-hound in me had hoped there might be a chance of getting some *strange* at the wedding reception. Things may not have turned out the way I had hoped, but all things reconsidered, I wasn’t going to complain.

Needless to say, I had my own hotel room. It was modest, but I didn’t require much of anything. I had no use for a swimming pool, gym, or concierge services. Sleep, shower, and coffee in the morning – that was all I required of a temporary residence. Read more »