[M]y $300 handjob from a [F]riend

I’d been on a lunch date with Lana and it was good conversation. No electric chemistry but we both were clearly just looking for something easy and fun. She’s 46, 5’2″, white, redhead, curvy ass, very much a MILF body type. I’m 34, 5’7″, athletic build, bearded with dark hair.

She invited me over for takeout and chill the other night, so I hop in my car and promptly get stuck in absolute standstill traffic for 2 hours because of a wreck with no way to get out or take another route.

Being stuck in traffic sucks, being ragingly horny on your way to a booty call while trapped in a car is another level of torture. Lots of meditation, attempts to clear my mind, resulting in marginal levels of success.

But finally, traffic moves and I get there. We eat tacos, talk for a good while on the couch, and for a few reasons I decided that full on sex isn’t something I’m wanting to do this night.

The Nut Spill [M26/F35] [Erotic massage, edging, huge load, breeding]

I sat in the lobby of the carpeted massage parlor in a comfy chair and waited for my name to be called. I wouldn’t say there were porn magazines laying around to look at, but some of the content I found in the lobby was fairly sexual.

I was intrigued by a sex therapy magazine, and I was flipping through it when a thick but fairly short brunette (MILF) in white scrubs came to the door and interrupted my reading by calling my name. “Bryan,” she smiled.

I followed her back to a room in the back, watching her voluptuous ass bounce from side to side as her hips rolled and beckoned me to follow.

She led me into a small darkly-lit room (lit completely by candlelight) where meditation music played softly, and the woman introduced herself as Elizabeth.

“Go ahead and get undressed,” Elizabeth said. “Lay face down on the table with this towel over you, and I’ll come back in a couple of minutes.”

Elizabeth left the room and I undressed completely. I folded my clothes neatly and laid them on a chair beside the padded massage bed. (My boxer briefs lay folded neatly on top.)

Became someone’s own little whore! [FM]

Like many girls on this sub, I grew up religious. Modest. Covered elbow to ankle. Not allowed to touch a man. Repression breeds perverted sluts. No two ways about it.

By 18 I’d only slept with my high school boyfriend. Nothing special. I pretty much only interacted with people in my cultural and private school communities.

Yet I was obsessed with beautiful, frilly lingerie. Spent my paychecks on Agent Provocateur. Changed with the windows wide open since 16 to give my neighbours a little treat. Bought latex Vivienne Westwood heels.

At 18 I was a size 2, 5 foot 7, runners body with disproportionate F cup tits that were so perky a pencil wouldn’t even stay under them. Narrow, boyish hips. Tanned, big brown eyes, huge lashes. Unique beauty. I always wore skanky look at me outfits, and still do, even though now, at 25, my tits are a little softer, cheeks a little more prominent. I’m a 4 and H loves me more than ever.

Company Owner Makes New Employee Obey God’s Will (non-con/christianity and witchcraft/power imbalance)

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. My stories fall under genres such as: “BDSM, non-con, dub-con, reluctance, & consensually non-con.” This is my fantasy, with me playing the character of the prey/sub/victim, not yours. The key word here, is fantasy. I DO NOT encourage or condone failing to obtain proper and excited consent in any real-life situation. In real life, always practice kinks with consent. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. Follow me to keep up to date on all my stories & read my bio for more fun!☺️***

A Bully Caged, Pt. 3 [M/M] [Bi] [Chastity] [Public]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zce8mk/a_bully_caged_part_1_mm_bi_chastity_implied)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zh3k7t/a_bully_caged_part_2_mm_bi_femdom_chastity_bdsm)

Thanks for the great feedback and reception so far! This installment is longer, but I wanted to get to the payoff at the end. Hope you enjoy.

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Wes stayed in our guest bedroom last night, freshly showered. He thanked Ms. Simmons for dinner, he thanked me for my cum, and he went to bed almost immediately without another word. I was confused, and it was another hard night of sleep. My mind moved in waves, and every time one would subside, another would rise, bringing new anxieties, frustrations, and questions with it. What was going through Wes’ mind? Did I go too far? Would this last? Was it already over? I have no clue when exhaustion won, but I’m thankful it did.

When I wake up, I’m tired. I reach over to my nightstand to turn off my phone’s alarm, and my hand finds an unfamiliar chain. It rattles when I pick it up. I turn off the alarm and turn on my flashlight, casting a big, fat shadow of a chain against my bedroom door. My eyes adjust, and I see it’s a black metal. On one end, there’s a small open padlock with a simple “D” engraved on it, and the other end hangs loose from my hand. It’s not a long piece, and suddenly, I realize that it’s the collar Ms. Simmons had mentioned last night for Wes. This is supposed to be around his neck, and I am supposed to put it there. 

[MF] Meditative state during blowjob

While I was getting a blowjob from my GF the other day, I went into a meditative state. I really like a consistent rhythm so that I can lose myself in that feeling. The mental clarity was indescribable! She will try to make me cum but always holds back slightly so that I can enjoy it. I completely relax myself and that also prolongs the experience. The best part is, she rarely gets tired while doing it and we end up finishing because I can’t hold on any longer. When she goes into that final gear, she’s won the battle. There’s something special about being made to cum when you’re in that state. It’s literally the definition of having your soul sucked out of you! I’ve actually tried to get into meditation but found it so difficult to focus on my breath and nothing else. But it was effortless while getting my dick sucked.

Wondering if anyone has had a similar experience?

[MF] I got an erection during a massage, and she exposed it and rubbed around it.

TLDR: Had a professional massage and got an erection. She exposed it and rubbed around it. No happy ending from her but she left for me to finish off.

I’ve [M50] have had erotic massages in Thailand with happy endings before and I’ve had sport massages for shoulder and back pain which was can only be described as agony and absolutely not erotic. But I’ve never had a relaxation massage. My wife goes regularly to a friend for just that. The friend is a spiritualist and performs raki and meditation type massages, so when my wife organised for me to go, I was a bit sceptical.

She had booked me in for a head and upper body massage. She said it won’t be anything like a sports massage but it will relax the muscles and reduce the knots in my neck and back.

I was fairly relaxed on arrival. I know her and her husband reasonably well and they made me welcome before she led me down the garden to her outhouse she had setup as her parlour. It was dimly lit, soft music was playing and very warm. Incense was burning but it wasn’t too smoky and quite pleasant smelling.

I [M] am a Massage Therapist who Gives Sensual Massages, and I Expanded to My Second Client [F], PT 8

Hey everyone, thank you for your patience! A lot of you messaged me asking when this would come out, so hopefully you enjoy. My tips and recommendations doc is almost done too, I’ve just had a super stressful few weeks with some unexpected life stuff, so I focused on writing this instead. I’ll be posting it to my profile in the next week hopefully though.

As the title suggests, we’re going to be pivoting our story for the time being to the second woman who I expanded my “services” to. As I mentioned in previous parts, Sarah had told me that she confided in a friend, Emma, about what had been occurring between us. Emma was apparently very interested and had been looking for a similar experience for a while, and asked if she could make an appointment. After mulling it over, I decided to let her pass on my contact info.
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The day after my [last encounter](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yjvfb5/i_m_am_a_massage_therapist_and_love_when_my/) with Sarah, she texted me to let me know that she passed on my details and told Emma how to make an appointment. Within the hour, I received a notification in my scheduling app for a new appointment. Emma, Friday at 4:00 PM (My last slot of the day), 90 minutes.

Became someone’s own little whore! [FM]

Like many girls on this sub, I grew up religious. Modest. Covered elbow to ankle. Not allowed to touch a man. Repression breeds perverted sluts. No two ways about it.

By 18 I’d only slept with my high school boyfriend. Nothing special. I pretty much only interacted with people in my cultural and private school communities.

Yet I was obsessed with beautiful, frilly lingerie. Spent my paychecks on Agent Provocateur. Changed with the windows wide open since 16 to give my neighbours a little treat. Bought latex Vivienne Westwood heels.

At 18 I was a size 2, 5 foot 7, runners body with disproportionate F cup tits that were so perky a pencil wouldn’t even stay under them. Narrow, boyish hips. Tanned, big brown eyes, huge lashes. Unique beauty. I always wore skanky look at me outfits, and still do, even though now, at 25, my tits are a little softer, cheeks a little more prominent. I’m a 4 and H loves me more than ever.

Personal Yoga Teacher: Part Four (kidnapped, Noncon, sex slave, cum dump) ALL OVER 18

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I never explain in my CNC stories how consent was garnered. I have a post named “How I approach stories about CNC/R**p*ay” pinned on my page explaining why. CNC relationships come in all forms, including scenes that may seem/feel too real. I can assure you that since the stories are always starring me as the prey, I consent. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

I get in the shower, the hot beads of water pricking my back as I absorb the heat and move my head under too. It’s been a long day. After I had used her twice more, I left her to get cleaned up and with a list of chores. We used a lot of objects in the room and it wouldn’t be me who would be picking up after us. That would be a waste a resources, wouldn’t it? After showering, I turn off the water and open the curtain. I grab my towel and dry off, wrapping the towel around my waist. I make my way into the bedroom, sit on the bed, and pull up the rooms cameras on my phone.