Papi’s Little Girl Needs to Learn a Lesson [Daddy/daughter]

The End of The World

Ivy Ferris collapsed onto the bus’s badly upholstered seat, her feet aching in the high-arched heels she wore for her job as an administrative assistant at Saint’s Marketing, a small, niche ad agency. Laying her handbag next to her, she shrugged out of the fitted jacket before undoing the first few buttons on the sleeveless shirt beneath.

The day had been hell. They’d had five fussy clients in and out of the office all day and, to top it all off, Harlan St. James, president of the company was out sick so she’d been forced to play apologetic hostess all day.

She was bone-tired and her face hurt from smiling. All she wanted was to go home.

Home.

It was still such a strange idea to her.

Her mother had been a professor of evolutionary psychology, who—no matter how hard she tried—just couldn’t quite make tenure. So they’d constantly been moving about from college to college, trying to make her positions stick.

Growing up in temporary, month-to-month apartments—and then finally her own college dorm rooms followed by her own cheap efficiency apartment—Ivy had never really had a real home until she’d moved into Marcus Ramirez’s house.

Fulfilled one of [M]y [f]antasies last night! Thanks Tinder! [24m/21f]

Hey guys! Long time reader and fan here. I had an experience last night that was so good that I had to tell someone, and where better to tell it than here, where the details are appreciated? This is my first submission to gws, but I intend to record my back-catalog of stories as time goes on. I hope you enjoy!

To set the stage: It was Friday afternoon and I had just gotten home early for a weekend of well-earned rest. Normally, I hang out with my house mates and work around the house on weekends, but as I settled in, I noticed that both of my room mates were packing up to leave- one for the holidays and the other just for the weekend. I realized I could be in for a long, boring weekend, but I also recognized the opportunity that comes with having the house to myself. I wished them both a good weekend, sat down, and got to work on Tinder. With the holiday season upon us, I was getting matches considerably faster than normal and was engaged in several conversations when a new match appeared. I clicked on her profile, a cute 21-year-old girl from the edge of my search radius, read the blurb, and realized that I had just stumbled upon a golden opportunity – the chance to sleep with a pregnant girl. Some of you may be turned off by this, but I'll explain the appeal in the next paragraph, and those of you who are interested can read past the explanation, and if not, feel free to tune in for the next story!

[f/m] Bathtub Blowjob

My boyfriend [21m] have I [22f] been together for five years, currently living together in a little one bedroom apartment. I'm May and he's Tim. I've always had a higher sex drive than him, but to be honest, in the 1.5 years we've been living together, sex has fucking skyrocketed. I'm pretty naturally submissive, so there's a whole lot of quick casual blowjobs. I figured I'd share a cute, simple thing that happened the other night.

We have a full bathtub in the apartment, which is cool because all through college we'd been dealing with shitty dorm showers. Well I love the bathtap and the cetain…ahem…pleasures that it brings me, but both of us just like sinking in and soaking in hot water.

The other night we'd just finished up a movie and Tim decided to hop in the bath for a bit. I was settled into the couch with my phone and reddit when I see his face pop out of the bathroom. He gave me a little look and I knew it was on. We've fucked in the bathroom a ton, but I decided that this would be different. I know how much he loves being in the water.

A Well-Needed Naughty Lesson [MF][BDSM]

The Taming School – An Excerpt

Kat Valdez liked Peter Richard’s home. It teetered that fine line between the masculine and the feminine, leaning on the grace and beauty of both. She felt comfortable there—even in her nudity—as if she’d been there and walked its rooms countless times. It was nice.

Idly, she walked to the big round dining table, letting her fingers trail its edge. There, wrapped up prettily, was a box. She wondered what was inside. It looked expensive, expertly wrapped the way that it was. The glitteringly gold wrapping paper was perfectly creased and folded and the shimmery, deep green ribbon was tied in the kind of big, floppy bow that she’d never seen outside department store displays.

Kat had grown up lower-middle-class and unaccustomed to having luxuries—always scraping by paycheck to paycheck. The gift box alone looked too lavish for someone in her income bracket, never mind the gift inside. She was afraid to touch it.

But because Peter said she could—because he’d gotten it just for her—she did, carefully undoing the bow before rolling the ribbon neatly. Then she carefully turned the package over and scrounged around for the hidden strips of tape, before gingerly peeling back the paper from the box. She lifted the plain white cover and reached inside.

[F] Stretching myself…

So this is probably going to sound weird to some people but I like seeing how much I can fit inside my pussy. It started when I was seeing a guy who had a fetish for stretching me down there by fisting me and putting various objects inside me but I started to like the feeling of having my pussy stretched. I've already typed a couple short stories about the type of big toys I like to play with and especially wear out in public under my clothes lol but I haven't talked about some of the objects I've had inside me. I've stretched myself with a lot of different things all of which are not very normal but I'll list a few. Besides fitting a very large dildo inside me that belonged to the guy I was previously with, the other large objects I've used are cucumbers, side cans/bottles, balls, dog toys, shampoo bottles, the knob of my old bed post lol, an apple, some different plastic containers, and of course my own toys. I can't remember anything else right now. I took a picture with a soda can inside me recently that I will add a link to. Like I said this all probably sounds weird to people out there and it's mostly just a confessional rather than a story but I guess I was wondering what other people thought of my hobby. Thanks for listening :)

The Test Subject – Part Seven [mT,sci-fi,horror,gore]

Blood and gore warning.

Once again Mark found himself floating in the green goo. The cooking spinach odor made him want to gag.

This shit was getting old. He had been everyone’s passive little plaything for too long. He was their laboratory joke: he was “the human penis”.

He was just their pretty cock toy…a big penis to torture and tease and abuse however they wanted. Hell, the bastards had even sliced it off.

What the fuck did it take to get a promotion around here?

With a small pang of guilt he realized he’d enjoyed more than his share of fun, too. He’d loved the torment. He’d done terrible things to them and to himself. It had brought him new levels of pleasure he’d never known before coming down here. It was why he was here.

But something was very different this time in regeneration.

It wasn’t that he didn’t feel good. No, in fact he felt great! He felt full of energy and really wanted to just stand up and walk out of this vat of nasty green goo.

To hell with it, why not?

[M4F] Before we begin [foreplay]

I read this, here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildaudio/comments/3vhxfw/m4f_before_we_begin_foreplay/

Relax. Sit down, close your eyes and relax. Feel my hands slide along your shoulders and up your neck. My fingertips move through your hair, tracing shivers as they glide. Relax.

My hands return to your shoulders, gripping them, squeezing and flexing to loosen your muscles. Each finger then climbs across your back, kneading firmly, burrowing away any tension. I watch your body, watch your head slowly drop forward and I lean in to kiss your neck. My hands grip your arms – you may feel a subtle rage in that grip, I want to forcibly push you down and … but I don’t. I push tension down your arms, down to your wrists, and out your hands as I continue to kiss up your neck, listening and watching for what to do next.

The Test Subject – Part Three [MFT,BDSM,sci-fi,huml]

Mark had become his penis, and only his penis.

The latex body suit, the restraints, the darkened room….it subdued and buried all of the rest of him into the background. His job, his personality, the socially acceptable masks he wore…none of it mattered.

He was a hungry, needy, desperate penis. Strapped to a table in a lab. Nothing less and nothing more.

Rigid before him, erect and stiffer than he’d ever known it to be, stood his member for the world to see. Shaved clean, his dick and balls were exposed and vulnerable. Bursting forth from a slit precisely cut in the latex by the doctor. It looked like a ripe piece of fruit about to be plucked.

His cock was cool and glistening in the air of the lab. The end of the stainless steel pipe still protruded from his urethra. The spotlight glinted off of both the steel pipe and his cock as it throbbed and burned.

“A banana on a display pole,” he mumbled to himself, almost laughing.

Island Vacation pt2 [mff][mast]

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"I saw you last night," Robby whispered when Mom and Sarah were busy talking. Dad was oblivious as he ate his third helping of Eggs Benedict from the resort breakfast buffet.

His words chilled my heart, but I refused to let him know he'd scored a hit. "And you snored so loud the window rattled."

"I mean I saw you at the bonfire," he hissed as he bent closer while he pretended to pick up his fork.

"So what?" I asked with a shrug.

Of course, I knew what. I had made sure to shower and brush my teeth when I got back to the suite to cover up the scent of sex and beer. Then Mom had grilled me for an hour about where I'd gone and who I'd been with. The lies came easily as I described the volleyball game going on longer than it had, hanging out with an imaginary group of teens around the hotel, then going in the lazy river with my new friend, Renauld. The soreness I still felt inside made me smile at the cause despite my anxiety about Robby's pointed comments.

Cheating with my (f) roommate’s boyfriend. Part 1

Part 1 of a story I wrote based on my experiences.

The apartment door opens, and a familiar smell fills the air. It wasn't the kind of smell that welcomed her when she first moved to America. Her first roommate was another Saudi girl. From the same city Nabila was from, Riyadh. A young woman that attended a nearby school, NYU. When Yasmine came to the US, she developed a keen interest in cooking different kinds of foods. Corn tortillas filled with sliced chicken coated in cumin, dark chili powder and salt, topped with Pico de Gallo, avocado, and cilantro and served with fried sweet plantain. Or steaks fried in homemade maple garlic butter and fresh sprigs of lemon thyme. Or rice served in a stone bowl and topped with spiced ground beef, boiled spinach and bean sprouts coated in garlic, oil and salt, and served with a gojuchang based sauce.

It was always something new. Now, though, now the smell is consistent and… Unpleasant. It was the smell of skunk. Her new roommate and her boyfriend smoked every day. They were nice people, of course, she just missed the daily, delicious meals. Maybe I should learn to cook instead of sulking