In De[f]ense Of [M]onogamy

You know what’s wild? For me, currently, it is the difficult slog of monogamy. But wait! Before you put your wieners and vibrators away, let me preface this by saying that sentence is mostly a provocation and a prompt to write something that has been on my mind after reading through some of the stories on this sub, and others similar to it, where the commonplace takes a back seat to the fantastic. Don’t get me wrong…the fantastic stories are always more exciting and better fodder to rub my wiener to in the dark of the night, under my covers where only god can see me, but the mundane is usually where the best fucking happens. The fantastic stories are the ones my friends to prefer to hear, but when I think back on my sexual life, it is the mundane moments that tend to stand out.

The Categorical Imperative of a Short Plaid Skirt [mf, oral, roommate humiliation]

I met Victoria on the other side of a 4 month descent into despair.

You’ve probably figured it out by now, but I’m not like most guys. I can be rough and manipulative, but my strongest sexual attraction comes from my heart. I fall in love quickly and deeply. Google “limerence.” That’s me–I get incredibly high from being in love. It’s an all-encompassing desire to posses, to become one with another. Idealization makes the marginally attractive worthy of obsession. And that’s when I want to fuck.

At the time of this story, I was 18 and did not have this kind of detached self-assessment. I only saw potential partner after partner fall away as I was mystified by rejection from the college girls who were not looking for anything approaching my intensity. And who can blame them? From far away, that kind of attention must look curious. Up close, like sunlight focused through a magnifying glass, it burns.

By the time second semester rolled around, I had reached an uneasy peace with myself. I gained something near closure with the former object of my affection after months of silence and started to pull myself out of the deep depression that the sudden end of that relationship launched.

The Categorical Imperative of a Short Plaid Skirt [mf, oral]

I met Victoria on the other side of a 4 month descent into despair.

You’ve probably figured it out by now, but I’m not like most guys. I can be rough and manipulative, but my strongest sexual attraction comes from my heart. I fall in love quickly and deeply. Google “limerence.” That’s me–I get incredibly high from being in love. It’s an all-encompassing desire to posses, to become one with another. Idealization makes the marginally attractive worthy of obsession. And that’s when I want to fuck.

At the time of this story, I was 18 and did not have this kind of detached self-assessment. I only saw potential partner after partner fall away as I was mystified by rejection from the college girls who were not looking for anything approaching my intensity. And who can blame them? From far away, that kind of attention must look curious. Up close, like sunlight focused through a magnifying glass, it burns.

By the time second semester rolled around, I had reached an uneasy peace with myself. I gained something near closure with the former object of my affection after months of silence and started to pull myself out of the deep depression that the sudden end of that relationship launched.

My College Years – Part 1 – Chapter 2 [M] [ANY]

* **[My College Years – Part 1 – Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6uk6kt/my_college_years_part_1_chapter_1_m_any/)**
* **My College Years – Part 1 – Chapter 2**

I had just dozed off when my phone buzzed in my lap five times in quick succession, causing my cock to stir to life. *“UGH!”* I groaned asking myself who would be texting me at 2pm on a Friday. Everyone else is in class, at work, or too lazy to even be awake right now. My eyes were a big hazy, and my mind groggy as I unlocked my phone. Pulling down the notification screen, I saw that Sandy had been the reason for this rude awakening, and its unintentional effect on my now partially erect cock. Sandy had sent me two photos of what appeared to be legal speak with signature lines half way down the second page. The other two buzzes were messages that confirmed where she got the legal papers from.

**Sandy:** *Hey sorry about that, I drove over to Mitchell’s place to ask him to write that contract for me. At first he was reluctant, and thought that you were taking advantage of me and my family’s money, but then I told him that it was my idea, and assured him that you had done everything in your power to try to refuse the payments.*

All the Power, part 9.2 [MFFFFFFFFFFFF] [Mdom] [Fsub] [oral] [anal] [bdsm] [fantasy]

*Continued from part 9.1…*

Compared to the intense, noisy, scene moments before, things suddenly got quiet. Laetitia gagged periodically, the only sound in the room. His Supremacy relaxed His muscles again. For around twenty minutes, silence prevailed as two more Queen Priestesses pleasured His Supremacy.

Then, with violent abruptness, He pulled Laetitia’s head off His cock. He pushed Kelye down onto with the other hand, and moaned in pleasure.

His Supremacy looked down at Laetitia. “You have been pleasuring me,” He said softly. “You have been worshipping me…yet you did not properly beg for it.”

Laetitia looked at Him silently. She began to speak, but He slapped her across the face – startling, because He looked so calm. He placed His hand on Kelye’s head and casually gave her mouth a few thrusts.

“I reclaim five million gold tracens from you, Laetitia,” He said. “And you must spend tomorrow working among the Blessed Servants.”

“Thank you, Your Supremacy,” Laetitia said, humbly.

He pulled Kelye off His cock and pushed Laetitia back down onto it. He looked at Kelye. “You, too, worshipped me without properly begging for it,” He said. He slapped Kelye across the face.

Smack [MF] [oral] [impact play] [public]

*Smack!*

The sound of a hard object on flesh jerks me into consciousness. My nostrils fill with your sweet, musky scent intermingling with some other acidic odor as my eyes struggle to adjust to the darkness of the room. As the room slowly comes into focus, I’m aware of a chill on my cock and balls. The room is nearly black and only lit by a crack of light emanating from beneath the closed door in which my back is pressed. Even though I cannot yet see anything, the oppressive darkness is impenetrable, I can sense another person in the room with me. Instantly my hands jump to my crotch where I discover they are coated with a thick liquid. Completely confused, I grope around in the darkness for a lightswitch. Finally, my fumbling fingers locate one next to me on the wall and I snap it upward. The CF bulb ignites, but barely, and I jump as I see you sitting on the linoleum floor, legs spread in front of you and your hand raised over your head. In you hand you are gripping a small, flat, wooden spatula. Before I can react you swing it downward in a tight arc and it makes contact with the top of your cleft.

[MF] If you’re going to blow up your life, might as well go all out! – Part 2 [cheating]

[Original post here, in which I cheat on my wife with a super young coworker who gets pregnant](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6d4kj9/mf_if_youre_going_to_blow_up_your_life_might_as/)

I’m writing this while I’m on a layover in Denver. I mentioned in a previous post that what I’d written was actually from two weekends prior (may 20th). She sent me the pregnancy text results on the 13th, and I’ve been traveling a bunch since then. I’m flying home today, and I’m actually staying in a hotel until Thursday. I’ve been scheduled for some more travel next week, so I’ll be overseas from June 1st through the 8th, so I cancelled my extended stay hotel reservation for now.

As for my wife, we’re more or less fine, still. She told her parents, to what level of detail I don’t know, but I got an email from her mom saying how disappointed they are that we can’t find a way to make things work. I haven’t told my family, but will this weekend (they don’t live near me). Two of my wife’s friends unfriended me, so I assume they know, one hurt a little, since she was cool, but the other was a fucking bitch, and I’m happy to be rid of her from my life.

Valerie’s Heart, Part 1 [F]

I let out a little squeal as I felt a sharp tingling sensation against my clit. It’s always the best feeling in the world. My eyes widened and I tried to inhale, but I could not. After that quick moan, my open mouth turned to a delighted smile. I closed my mind to let myself enjoy the moment. And then my mind blanked – a bright white that blocked out everything else. I felt so light, as if I was floating on air. I was suspended in a moment where everything else around me was insignificant, and the only thing that mattered was the present, this feeling. This pure sensation reverberating across my entire body in a brief wave. And then, a thud. And everything went black.

Oh god, I think it went black for a while. How long, though? I tried to open my eyes, but the second I did, the light forced them closed again. The attempt left me reluctant to try opening them any more, so I kept them closed. I tried moving to cover my face, and felt a terrible pain in my arm. I screamed out, and then bit down against my bottom lip – it was even fuller than usual. I tasted blood oozing out from it.

(x-post from r/MaxineSapphire) maxine’s journal – entry 1 [MF] [kink] [Daddy/little]

Entry #1

*There’s No Home For You Here – The White Stripes*

I had originally imagined that I would be writing my first journal entry under happier circumstances, but I find myself writing today as a little girl without a Daddy.

He ended things with me this past Monday. We were communicating by text, and he asked me to do a small task. Admittedly, that morning I was feeling particularly bratty, so I asked Daddy how he could know whether or not I had done the task, and how he could know whether or not I’d lied. He said that he was relying on trust, so I tested the waters–I’ve wished hundreds of times that I could take this moment back–and lied, saying I’d done it. A minute or so later, I texted him that I actually hadn’t, and waited with anticipation for his reply.

I was wet at the thought of disobeying him, because I thought I knew what the outcome would be: when he finally came to Seattle for the first time to see me, he would show me what disobedience leads to. My clit pulsating, my mind began racing with thoughts of all the possible punishments he could possibly inflict on me–tie me down, spank me, make me cry Daddy, fuck my whore throat Daddy, abuse me into submission until I’m a spit-and-cum-covered mess, so you can show me that I am nothing without you.

Flying solo? Why not… [MF]

If you’ve read the rest you’ll know that the progression hubby and I have made into an open relationship has been fast and furious. In the past months we’ve gone from threesomes, to group sex and have managed it all very comfortably. It’s been uncomplicated, with no dramatics, and to be totally honest, not even a disagreement between us. We just get each other.

I have a fantastic opportunity to learn some gardening tips from one of our friends from the previous stories, Matt, but knowing myself I am certain if his cock comes out I’ll be on my knees in a second. So, I do what any horny wife would do and ask hubby what he thinks before I make the plan. We don’t play alone and although we’ve talked about it in general it’s never come up in this context before. As always he says (as I would to him), “Do what makes you happy, and what you’re comfortable with.” So off I go to have an afternoon with Matt.

To read our other stories and get to know us better before you move on, read these first: [The Cocks and the Guac](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5zc100/the_cocks_and_the_guac_our_first_group_experience/) and [If you swallow, it won’t get in your hair](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/61so0o/if_you_swallow_it_wont_get_in_your_hair_grouporgy/)