[MF] High times making the wife air tight

It had been a long week with work and the regular hectic life having two grade school children in the house. Friday night after the kids were in bed I was sitting with the wife (H) in front of the TV enjoying an adult beverage and H was drinking wine. There wasn’t anything interesting to watch and I was telling her I really needed to relax and unwind that weekend, but that I didn’t know what to do.

H told me she wasn’t sure about the rest of the weekend, but that she had an idea for that night. Intrigued, I asked her what she had in mind. She said a friend hooked her up with some fresh medical cannabis and she didn’t feel like making edibles, so i should just smoke some. I was pleasantly surprised but said sure. We don’t consume it regularly and have gone long stretches without. H doesn’t smoke it anymore because she has some breathing problems and just occasionally consumes edibles.

Say You’re Sorry

Lindsey was consumed as she typed furiously into her phone. Her job at the bakery had finally became too much – from being surrounded by forbidden sweets with her sensitive stomach to the owner constantly calling her in to work all evening with no notice, it finally wasn’t worth the torture anymore. She had just thrown down her apron and walked out leaving open mouths and shocked faces in her wake. A brief thought of panic about paying rent passed quickly, and the satisfying feeling of rebellion took over as she sipped her iced latte walking back to her loft.

She was so wrapped up in telling her friends about her exit, she hadn’t even noticed Brett standing on the sidewalk. Crashing into him, latte first, he cried out –

“What the fuck”

Lindsey looked in horror as her coffee now covered Brett’s white dress shirt and black dress slacks. “Oh no” she thought, but her recent rush of rebelliousness took over, and she was surprised at her own words: “Wow, why did you jump out in front of me like that?” she said with a roll of her eyes.

Finding out my sister’s on OnlyFans – Part 2 [MF]

I stand there stunned, completely frozen on the spot. I’ve just seen her tits for the first time, and I have no words. A small part of me feels guilty, that I’ve somehow stolen her innocence. But I can’t deny what I really feel, what I want. I’ve had three girlfriends and a decent handful of hookups, but I’ve never felt magnetism like this before. My body completely craves her. The thoughts that nothing should happen here, that I should just behave myself, don’t even register.

Seeing her expose herself for me like that, switched something inside of me. I’ve always let go during sex, feeling my desire overcome me, but I’ve never felt like this. I can’t get her out of my head. Her body hidden under her clothes, her tits so perfectly on display. I can’t help that my cock is absolutely throbbing right now, as my shorts can hardly contain it. My mind is so focused on her tits and how they bounced so naturally as she quickly lifted up her shirt, the perkiness of her boobs and hard nipples overwhelming my senses.

My one and only successful Tinder match [MF][nonfiction]

*Be warned, it’s a long one, ~4k words. I tried to make it a wonderful read, not just a retelling, so let me know what you think in the comments. Heather is a fictional name, but everything else is true… deliciously true.*

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Years ago, having recently come out the other side of a long and complicated breakup, I was ready to get back on the proverbial horse. I entered said relationship before Tinder was a thing, but boy was it in full swing by the time I was ready to date again. I was in my late 20s and not trying to find true love,. I wanted to date but I was also not the type of guy that was just looking to match then smash for an evening. I created my profile as such and had minimal early success in matches that I wanted to actually meet in person. Over the next month or so I had a few dates that were awkward and it was painfully clear there was no sexual chemistry. That was until I matched with Heather.

[M]y one and only success[F]ul Tinder match

*I have long loved reading the stories on this subreddit and figured it was time to contribute. Compared to other’s posts my sexual exploits are tame, but nonetheless I thought the following experience was worth sharing. Be warned, it’s a long one, ~4k words. I tried to make it a wonderful read, not just a retelling, so let me know what you think in the comments. Finally, Heather is a fictional name, but everything else is true… deliciously true.*

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Years ago, having recently come out the other side of a long and complicated breakup, I was ready to get back on the proverbial horse. I entered said relationship before Tinder was a thing, but boy was it in full swing by the time I was ready to date again. I was in my late 20s and not trying to find true love,. I wanted to date but I was also not the type of guy that was just looking to match then smash for an evening. I created my profile as such and had minimal early success in matches that I wanted to actually meet in person. Over the next month or so I had a few dates that were awkward and it was painfully clear there was no sexual chemistry. That was until I matched with Heather.

24[M] Corrupted by [F]emale Colleague – Part 5 – Enter Chloe…

Following on from the [previous chapter](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ll1ptt/24m_corrupted_by_an_older_f_colleague_part_4_the/). Thanks to everyone who has enjoyed so far, appreciate they can be quite long but when you’re bored, locked down at home working, it’s quite fun thinking to the good old days when you could actually have casual sex! [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lgzc0n/24m_corrupted_by_29f_colleague/), [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lhjz8s/24m_corrupted_by_an_older_f_colleague_part_2/) and [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/libmq0/24m_corrupted_by_female_colleague_29f_part_3/) are also available.

*”I’ve spent three weeks dreaming of that” she muttered as i slowly pulled my cock out of her cum filled shitter. “Now fuck off so I can sleep” as she rolled over and closed her eyes. I quickly got dressed and slipped out whilst my still warm cum slowly dripped out her arsehole.*

As mentioned previously, that afternoon/evening it was my high school friend Emma’s birthday. Emma and I had been very close friends since we were 13 and despite really fancying her during my hormone filled teens, nothing bar making out (which was like shaking hands when you were 15) had ever happened between us. I was well and truly friend zoned and was usually the guy to pick up the pieces over the years when guys had treated her like shit, and there had been many times where I had physically carried her home drunk and put her to bed so I was well liked by her family. I had actually her tits (and she did have a great rack – E/F cups) on numerous occasions and whilst i’d be lying if i said i hadn’t cracked one off to her, there was never any danger of our friendship developing into anything more.

Best Friends Spending Time Together M4F

One Friday morning, I picked up my best friend from her house to go hang out at mine. She was gorgeous, perfect ass, nice bulbous breasts, and god her figure was gorgeous. But she was so fucking great as a friend. She always had my back, and I hers.

I am not particularly attractive, nor am I the biggest. My cock, while average, wasn’t anything particularly great. It was just that. But for some reason, it always had trouble looking at her…

As she steps in the car, I smell her perfume, and immediately I was starstruck. God, how can someone be so fucking hot and not even acknowledge it? She had a pair of purple yoga pants on, which showed the frame of her white panties, instantly turning me on. She wore sweatshirt, and I could barely tell she had only a white bra underneath. She was teasing me already and I haven’t pulled out of the drive.

“Are you okay?” She asked. “O-o-of cours-e-e” I awkwardly stammer. My pants at this point resemble a tent, and as I pull out, she quickly glances, and smiles. I see it out of the corner of my eye, but pretend it didn’t happen. She obviously thinks I’m a mess.

Morgan becomes a slave [part 1] (F/M, F-solo, anal, masturbation, rape, degradation, fiction)

Part 1: The Taking

It was a typical Tuesday night as Morgan sat at her desk partaking in her favorite past time when she got bored. She was perusing the darker side of reddit, where ideas of rape and forced rough sex are considered to be perfectly natural. She particularly enjoyed the pictures that girls posted of themselves and reading the nasty comments left by men about how they would treat them.

Nothing was really working for Morgan; the girls were pretty enough for the most part but all of the comments were generic rape threats and insults. None of the posts or comments stood out. While she used to get off to them, they just bored her now. She longed for something more. That’s when she came across it; a fictional story by a user named MasterJohn213. The story started off normal enough but quickly turned to violence and rape, going into graphic detail of how he would beat and rape this victim.

Stretching Submission [M/F, anthro/furry, femdom, anal, oral, pegging, size queen, erotica] (AmethystMare)

A wolf is forced down and down and down on a huge dildo, all for his Mistress’ pleasure in stretching submission…

As always, I am open for commissions starting at 30 GBP per 1,000 words – please e-mail arianmabe[at]gmail.com for more information or see my profile!

The mare forced him down, the wolf’s tongue pressed into her pussy, nose crushed against her sex, the scent of her enveloping him. Amethyst’s juices were already smeared over the wolf’s muzzle and yet that was hardly the half of it as he whimpered against her, every thrust down forcing his body to bend, to buckle, crouching over a giant dildo.

Of course, it was crammed up under his arse, though the lube only lasted for so long, his head trying to roll back, trying to relieve the pressure on his muzzle without going down any further.

So thick and so full… Razak’s head swam. It had been a while since the blue wolf had been treated to such a thing, head spinning, lust rising – but it was too big! No! He needed more time to warm-up to something like that, even as the mare over him bore down and down, forcing him to take slick inch after inch.

My [F] first time being submissive slut in an MFM threesome

For years I’ve fantasized about being used by multiple men. Not just used, but treated like a fucktoy to play with. A slut.

My incredible Daddy, Grant, finally made this happen for me. He met a guy at a BDSM event and after talking for a bit, they planned out my evening.

As the day grew closer I started to get cold feet and was worried I would chicken out but when Lyle walked in, I no longer felt fear- just butterflies and wetness soaking threw my panties. A few drinks in and Grant casually grabbed me by the hair mid-conversation. “Go into the bedroom, strip, and lay face down on the bed with your ass up.”

I did as I was told, already in a lovely submissive headspace. It felt like ages before Grant finally came in, but it was only to blindfold me. I heard his footsteps disapear down the hall and then, “The slut is ready.” My heart was pounding and I could feel myself literally dripping.