Washed Pt. One [Mdom, Fsub, oral, voy, bdsm]

It's late. Almost two in the morning. I'm not tired. As usual. I decide to go wash my car. It needs it, badly. It's really dark out so I just go in my pajamas. My black drawstring shorts, that just barely cover my butt, and a loose purple v-neck shirt. I throw on my flip flops and I leave.

It's hot and humid out. Sticky. I turn up the radio and put all my windows down. Feeling the wind all around me. The song on the radio is one of my favorites. It's a slower Rock song with a great beat. I would love to strip for someone to this song.

I pull into the car wash. There is only one other car in there but I don't see it's driver. I put it in park and go to get my change. I've found him. Standing there at the machine. He is incredibly handsome and burly. Almost everything I love in a man. Tall, dark features, great beard, but what i really notice is his arms, incredibly solid. He looks like he could pick me up above his head. The next things I notice are his hands. I can see how callused they are and I automatically imagine them all over me. Feeling his rough hands all over my bare skin and I can feel myself begin to blush.

“A Caribbean vacation interlude” — comments, please! [mf] [oral]

The day had been as picture-perfect as either of us might have imagined. The previous evening's late clouds had disappeared with a brief yet dramatic after-midnight rain, giving way to a cloudless sky upon waking. The sun-brightened sea had shown off its most dazzling range of turquoise and cerulean, calm for the few hours we'd spent exploring its depths that morning.

Still a little high from two exceptional dives, we pass the afternoon seated at the resort's swim-up bar, relishing the simultaneous luxuries of cool water, warm air and strong drinks. As we enjoy the relaxed passing of this part of the day, our freshly-sunned bodies barely covered by bathing suits, each of us grows increasingly desirous of the other, quietly appreciating an attractively firm line of muscle or a particularly appealing curve. As the afternoon and the beverages progress, we find ourselves torn between a rum-infused desire to retreat to the starched white haven of our bed, or the urge to give in to too many hours without eating and a serious craving for the island's exceptional seafood. Hunger wins out, and despite the mild ache of lust, we wander up the beach in search of a meal.

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The Best Night of my Life [oral, mf, loving]

First time posting here so be nice please! :) This is fiction, by the way.

My heart was already thumping heavily as I knocked gently on the front door. His parents were out for the weekend, and we’d chosen to finally make the step into sex. We’d spent the last 5 months building up to it. Getting used to each other’s bodies, and discussing how we felt, and now the night was finally here. My stomach had been doing somersaults all day, from the second I took extra caution shaving in the shower before slipping into a new pair of sexy underwear I’d bought, feeling like a stranger to my own body. But I was ready for this. I knew it. We both were.

He opened the door almost instantly, looking drop dead gorgeous as always, his smile spreading up to his chocolate brown eyes. I melted at the sight, and if anything my heartbeat sped up.

“Hey you” he said, embracing me and pulling me inside out of the cold.

I didn’t trust my voice, so just smiled up at him from the safety of his arms, before noticing my surroundings. The whole place was gently lit with candles. The lounge floor had been set up with duvets and pillows, and the fireplace was filling the room with friendly warmth.

First Experiences [mt, trans, oral]

I always knew I was different.

I don’t mean that in the way people always do. Everyone was unique in some fashion. I just always knew that I never fit in. That something inside of me was off. That as I developed, I was unhappy with the changes that were occurring, because it was taking me away from what I wish I was. I thought it was just a phase, but as the years passed, I just got more depressed. Other boys were rough, rugged, always playing sports and chasing the girls. And I was none of that. At first, I thought something was wrong with me. I didn’t enjoy the things other guys did. I didn’t have any friends, and was terrible at talking with girls. How could I explain to them that I was jealous of the bodies they had, the things they got to do. Deep down inside, I knew I wanted to be a girl, but I hid from this side of myself. I was afraid. They’d call me a creep, I just knew it. And so I turned to the one place where I could go to be what I wanted. In chat rooms and on forums, I was a girl. It was the only bright spot in my life. I could talk to people without fear, without feeling scared for being different. It was a lie, but it was a lie I enjoyed.

A Writing Prompt Gone Wild. [MF] [Anal] [Oral] [Rough Sex]

The night was magical. She had been impatiently for this night for far too long. Thinking about his return from his business trip was enough to get her moist. She was waiting in their bedroom, tracing slow circles around her clit through wet lingerie—anticipating his manhood entering into her again and again and again. She licked her finger clean of her juices. She massaged her breast through the black laces of her bra. She forced herself to stop. It was all she could do from not finger fucking herself raw again. He was coming home in a few minutes.

She heard the car pull up the drive way.

She went downstairs to greet him. She threw on her red silk robe. He loved the way she teased him. She waited at the bottom of the stairs and called out to him. He looked tired, yet his tongue told a different story. He cupped her face in his strong hands and his tongue danced in her mouth. He tasted like whisky and cigarettes. It was funny. He never smoked. She loved the new taste and let his tongue explore her mouth.

Dear Diary, A Man Requested To Inspect My Body In An Airport][MF, Oral, Fantasy](Via r/Gonewildaudio)


This is a narrative script taken from r/GWA. Original post can be found here.


Dear Diary,

I know it's been awhile since you've heard from me. My absence doesn't mean I forget you, it just so happens that I've experienced something in my life and you're the only one that I can disclose this with.

It all began after a trip with my friends to this marvelous city. At the heart of it lies an exquisite beach entrapped by separated islands made of limestones. We frolic on its majestic seashore glittered with fine sand that melts in your feet; it mixes with the water creating an emerald effect that gleams so bright when it's hit by the sun. It's like a paradise on Earth to me.

It was already sunset after we leave the coast to take our flight on its nearest airport as we're required to work the next day. Since I didn't book the ticket with my friends, my departure time came off later. I wasn't bothered by this as I've always liked the idea of being alone in a place where I am not familiar with. Or, getting trapped in an island with another man like those classic movies my mom used to watch. Little did I know that I was going to get what I'm wishing right there on that airport.

My Fantasy is Complete [Mfff] [Spy][Creep][Oral]

Before I go into the story, here's some back story. I have the hots for my best friends sister. My best friends name is Steve and his sisters name is Carly. Carly was always a bitch to me but was super attractive. She was a red head, 18 years old, about 5'7, skinny but not to skinny and had great perky tits with a tight ass. Although she was always bitchy and mean to me, I found her so sexy and always dreamed of her.

So come the weekend, I knew Steve was at his cottage and only Carly was home. I sent him a message saying "Hey Steve, I left my bag at your house, anyway I could go get it?" He replies saying, " Yeah sure, the side doors always open". I decide to take a drive over and knock on the front door so I have an excuse to talk to Carly. Nobody answers and I go through the side. As I enter I call out, "Hello, anybody home?". No reply. I begin to look around and see that Carly and her two friends are swimming in the backyard.

[f] [m] [oral] Email I sent my wife at work to get her warmed up for when she returned

You hungrily pull off my pants, throwing them to the side. Your tits are already free, and swing wildly back and forth as you quickly turn back to me. Your hands run up and down the fabric of my boxers, stroking my cock beneath, increasing its length. You grin mischievously as you pull the underwear away and my cock stands at attention, wobbling at its new found freedom. As I lift my ass off the bed to remove the last piece of fabric between us, you lean back and cup your breasts with your hands.

“Do you like my tits?” you coo sensually, and your right hand begins to tease the nipple, circling it. All I can manage is a groan as you lower yourself back to me. My hands are instantly on your chest, groping, squeezing, lightly pinching you tits.

Your tongue, meanwhile, has made first contact with my shaft. You drag your tongue up and down and swirl it around the tip. The sensations are hard to describe, but basically, it’s heaven wherever your tongue touches my cock. Watching you “attack” my cock with abandon turns me on even more. One of my favorite parts of sex is seeing your swirling tongue do what it does best, it’s incredibly hot. As you finally plunge your mouth, engulfing my cock as best you can, I twitch involuntarily inside your mouth.

Your Night Is Mine [MF][FDom][exh][oral]

Fireworks burst in the night sky overhead and a menagerie of costumed men and women push past me on the crowded street. The inebriated celebrants shy away and let me pass when I glare them down with my practiced 'Do Not Fuck With Me' face. It takes quite a lot of practice to get it right when you're a five-foot-six woman. I scan the crowd and regain sight of you as you turn down a wide stairway and into an underground concourse. My lips can't help but curl up in a smile.

Your night was mine the moment you decided to cheat in my casino. I may not own the glittering gaming halls of the Peixe Voador, but as a security consultant, it's part of my job to consider the casino's possessions my own. At least when a swindler tries to take them from me.

GRO Part 7 – Jeni and Bella go shopping [Str8, Mf, huml, oral, prost]

After leaving Adam’s house, Jeni and Bella had gone to the mall. The first order of business was to replace their borrowed clothing. Bella’s improvised shirt-dress looked almost chic, but Jeni looked like a dyke – although that wasn’t a completely inaccurate description, given her recent activities.

But Jeni was a girly-girl at heart and yearned for more feminine attire. She also had a strong desire to deck little Bella and herself out in some clothes befitting two burgeoning sluts.

For Bella, Jeni has chosen the punk/goth clothing store. Soon she had the little latina decked out in black tank top, thigh high fishnets and a red and black plaid schoolgirl skirt. They also found her some calf-high lace-up boots with a four-inch spike heel. Dark red lipstick, black eye-liner and a spiked bondage collar completed the look. They didn’t choose any panties for her, though, so if she bent over in the skirt her ass was plainly visible – both girls agreed this was perfect.