Tag: G-spot

The Affair [MF]

“It’s finally happening. He’s actually coming to visit,” Kat thought to herself as she paced frantically around the apartment. Her online lover was flying to visit her. Her husband was away with the kids and they’d have the apartment alone to themselves. All the dirty stories and photos they’d exchanged had been building today. Though they’d never met in person they both knew each other’s bodies down to the dimples on Kat’s back. “Should I wear that dress he compliments so often? Or should I simply greet him naked and on my knees? Is that too forward? Can you be too forward with someone that has given you so many orgasms?” Kat pondered to herself while continuing the pick up and tidy nervously.

Then it came. The knock on the door. Matthew really was here. The fantasy had come true. Would it live up to all the build up? “Come in. The door is unlocked,” Kat called to her lover. The door creaked open slowly as Matthew skeptically peaked inside. “I’m in the bedroom dear. Lock the door behind you and come in,” her voice called seductively. A loud wooden thud answer Kat’s invitation. It was quickly followed by quick staccato steps as Matthew raced in to find the women he’d wanted so desperately to embrace. Read more »

The Reversal [MF]

It all started with an end of spring break trip to my girlfriend’s college, because our breaks didn’t line up. The days were going great as my girl would go to class and when she came back we’d fuck like rabbits. It was while I was in a lazy stupor sleeping off one of these sex sessions when I got a surprise.

I woke to find her naked on top of me slowly pushing my hands up above my head towards the headboard. Now I’m usually the dominant one, but I let her finishing pushing them up and even slip some rope around my wrists. The very rope I had her tied up in only hours before. I pulled on the rope, and found a little slack so I decided to bide my time and play along.

She started teasing me. Playing with my nipples, whispering in my ear about how she always wanted to fuck my roommate, and occasionally dropping down and taking my hard cock in her mouth. Sometimes it was just the tip with her tongue swirling around the head. Other times she’d take the whole shaft into her throat, but either way it would only be brief. Now I loved the physical teasing even though I’d buck my hips and strain at the ropes holding my hands. But it was those whispers that got to me most They stirred a bit of jealous passion that always lied beneath the surface, but that I had a hard time letting out. Read more »

[MF] Getting the best blowjob I’ve ever had on vacation – A Tinder Tale [oral, attempt at sex, prostitution fetish, kind of sweet]

Everything below is true, except for some very slight details. Parts of it sound like complete bullshit, but I swear to god that they’re real.

I’ve always wanted to go to Brazil. It has an interesting history, a diverse population, fantastic music, and has everything you could ever want. And of course the women are beautiful. It sounds like bullshit when I say that the women aren’t one of the main reasons I wanted to go. But they’re a bonus :).

About me. I’m about 5’3″, in my mid-20s, losing my hair, am overweight, and have a perfect average 5.5″ cock. On an average week I might get three Tinder right swipes. In Brazil, with a tiny bit of Portuguese on my profile (basically just Foda [Jair Bolsonaro]([https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jair_Bolsonaro](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jair_Bolsonaro)) and a sentence about how long I was in a given city) and my exact English profile, I was getting tons of swipes. I’ve never experienced anything like it. By the end of three weeks I counted over 50 matches, excluding people whom I saw liked me but I wasn’t into, or I wasn’t in their city anymore. Read more »

[MF] Keep Your Legs Open

This is an experience that I had over a year ago, but find myself constantly going back to and re-living it. Thought I’d share with you all.

I’m sitting on a sectional couch at 3 am after being out at a local dive with my best friend, her husband, and five of his friends. We’re all tired and drunk, looking for something to pass out to on Netflix. My best friend and her husband go to sleep in their back bedroom. All of the guys are shy, quite metalheads who get very awkward around women. Except for J. He is sitting next to me on the couch. Everyone is paying attention to the TV, but J starts to discreetly kiss my neck, play with my hair, whisper about how he likes my lips. He starts rubbing my lower back, and him touching me with all these people around is getting me so hot. He continues to kiss my neck and then moves to my ear and cheek. My breath starts to get heavier, and I can no longer pay attention to what else is happening in the room. I start to rub his thigh and get close to his growing bulge but I avoid touching it on purpose. I’m want to tease him and make him ache for me. I decide to get up and get a glass of water to slow things down some. He starts to stand up with me and I put my hand on his chest to make him sit back down. I go into the kitchen which cannot be seen from the room where everyone else is sitting. I get a quick drink then go to the hall that connects the two rooms. There’s a second bedroom turned office that’s off the hallway; I stand in the doorway to the office, knowing J will soon come looking for me. Read more »

[MF] Impromptu Tinder Hookup with a Petite Babe

*I have to get this down as soon as humanly possible, as my head is still spinning. For reference,* [I wrote my first story here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9a4u3h/mf_25_year_old_me_got_lucky_with_my_coworker/)*. To be clear, this literally happened seven hours ago, so my writing style is almost certainly going to be less refined than in my previous entry. My apologies; I still hope you’ll enjoy it all the same.*

*Also, I plan to write more about Thea and our absurd relationship, but this story is not about her. In short summary: We started as intense fuck buddies who unexpectedly fell in love. We’ve been together almost five years, and very quickly opened to the idea of non-monogamy. But that’s for another time. Regardless, we are both totally comfortable with sleeping with other people, as long as we are safe and not engaging in behavior that could in any way jeopardize or strain our relationship*.

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Earlier this past evening, I had just arrived home from going on a 3 mile walk. I was waiting around for Thea to get off work: her career is in the medical field and she works second shift. Additionally, we only live like seven blocks away from her job, so I sometimes walk to meet her and then we return home holding hands the entire way while she tells me about her day. Romance has all sorts of different forms, but for me, these kinds of gestures are my favorite way to express my love for her. Read more »

[MF] 25 Year Old Me Got Lucky With My Coworker [Virgin][Long][Pic]

*Hey* r/GoneWildStories! *This is the somewhat modified account of how I finally swiped my v-card, which happened a little over five years ago. This the very first time I’ve ever written about my sexual adventures, and I haven’t shown it to anyone, so let me know if you like it. Sorry for it being so long; I like to set the stage, and my general verbosity is somewhat compulsive. Obviously, I’ve changed several small details to protect my anonymity, but, for the most part, this is exactly what transpired. The experience entirely changed the trajectory of my life, and me fundamentally as a person. Enjoy!*

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In the spring of 2013, several months before my twenty-fifth birthday, I chose to step way, way outside my comfort zone and leave my small, rural hometown for a job in a major city here in the United States. It wasn’t anything glamorous, just a entry level corporate job. I could have found employment anywhere, and been generally fine. I chose this specific city because I had imagined living there in high school and wanted to try something completely new and different. Read more »

Coming Home to You (mF)

​A little teasing fantasy I wrote for my friend one night a while back. Happy reading!

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You hear me unlock the front door just as you finish lighting the last candle. You’re taking great care to make everything perfect for our planned night of ravenous lovemaking, the first time we’ve been able to enjoy each other’s bodies in weeks.

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After you set the candle and put out the match, you cover your figure with the skimpy satin robe you bought for the occasion. You tie the belt as you hear me step toward the bedroom. Your anticipation grows with every audible footfall, accelerating your heart rate and dampening your pussy. You sit on the end of the bed just before I reach the closed bedroom door.

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I open the door to find the vision that has occupied me dreams for the last several nights: the sexual goddess in my life waiting for me, waiting for me to elevate her pleasure to the height she knows she deserves. “I’ve been expecting you,” you say in your most seductive tone. My cock immediately hardens, and I move myself until I stand before you. Read more »

[MF] My one night stand in london

A couple of years ago I joined my friend on a 2 week trip to London. At the time I was incredibly depressed and having saved a fair bit of money I decided that maybe the experience could throw me out of my funk. The day before I left I talked to my doctor and he gave me a medication that treated both anxiety and depression, I took the first tablet that day and 3 days later we landed at Heathrow and made our way to the hostel in London. The first night me and my mate got drinking with a pair of girls, one was 18 from Boston, the other 19 from Genoa, and me and my mate both being Aussie and avid outdoorsman kept them enthralled with the stories we had of the Australian bush, close encounters and the usual.

After about an hour it was clear my mate and Boston were hitting it off and Miss Genoa was getting very flirty with me, hands on my elbows as she laughed about my mate getting chased by a wombat and the like. I suggested we go back to the hostel and when I told them which it just happened they were in the same one, everybody happy we walked the 10 minutes or so back, as we arrived my mate and Boston disappeared into the girls room and we went to mine. Read more »

My Boss Was My Daddy, aka that one time my life was basically every porn cliche rolled into one [MF]

At 22, fresh out of school, I took a nanny job with this guy who was separated from his wife and had his kids on 3 or 4 day weekends. He was 38 and handsome, generally a decent guy and father, and though I was only being paid for thirty hours a week being his nanny meant I didn’t have to pay rent so it was worth it.

We got along to the point that we’d occasionally hang out on off days and have a few drinks, or eat takeout on the couch, or whatever. When he admitted after a few drinks one night the kids were gone that he and his ex had a dead bedroom for a year before they split, and he hadn’t had sex since the last time they fucked, I had to do my civic duty and suck this guy’s poor, poor cock.

You guys, it was like an animal was released. He loved dirty talk. He loved it when I called him daddy. He loved choking me. He loved spanking me, and fucking my ass, and loved to fuck me in the ass when I had a dildo in my pussy. Every kink and sexual interest bubbled to the surface the minute I let this mild mannered, good father cum on my tits. It’s still some of the best sex I’ve ever had, over half a decade and many, many partners later. Read more »

A kitten’s fantasy [M/f] [D/s]

So to set the scene, I wrote this when I was 19, and had been asked by a Dom at the time to write a 500 word description of a fantasy of a scene I would like to try. Needless to say, my imagination ran away with itself, and a few hours later, I had this to show for it. Enjoy!

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Here we are again, it seems. Another day, another scene. This time is different. You’re waiting in the room for me this time. You booked the hotel, told me a when, a where… and what to wear. It’s early evening, and you’ve requested that I politely knock on the door at 7 PM – not one before, or one after… precisely 7.

But it’s six minutes past, and I’m running late.

You glance over from where you’re sitting, sprawled out with the view of the city behind you, to the bed. Your highball of gin splashed with tonic (and a lime, obviously) is relinquished to the table next to the plush leather chair you’re reclining in, and you take a moment to gently loosen your tie slightly and unbutton your collar. You are the picture of ease and seduction. Read more »