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.

My Angel, Chapter 1 [Mf] [inc]

Chapter 1 – Birthday Girl

Quiet as I tried to be as I came home that Friday, it wasn’t good enough. I had barely closed the front door and slid Angel’s gift behind the couch discreetly when I heard her familiar voice call out from upstairs.

“Daddy? Is that you?”

She sounded a little nervous — I was rarely home before 6 and had been hoping she’d be out at the mall with friends, giving me time to plan her surprise properly. No such luck. “It’s me, babygirl,” I called out, smiling.

“Daddy!” Angel’s voice, now excited and breathy, came from the stairs, and I smiled up at my beautiful stepdaughter as she ran down to welcome me home.

Angel’s best described as a force of nature. Long, wild, curly red hair (natural) with big, deep, expressive eyes , full plump bee-stung lips and a pert button nose, her face could stop traffic, but that’s not where the perfection ended; I’d married Angel’s mom when Angel was just 16 and developing as a woman, but how she’d developed. Ripe 36DD tits (I’d taken her bra shopping once, which is a story in itself), a trim waist and smooth flat tummy, full hips and a round, firm ass with coltish legs completed the cock-stiffening ensemble. So if I smiled a little too wide as she bounced down the steps to greet me, if I indulged in a few not-so-fatherly thoughts as she jumped into my waiting arms wearing just a skimpy t-shirt and cutoffs? Sue me.

My [F]irst Experience, Part Two

I enjoyed telling the story of [the first time anyone touched my bare breast](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/643txs/my_first_experience/) and, despite the almost complete lack of wildness, many other seemed to enjoy it as well. Let’s try another reminiscence – it’s called “Remembrance of Sticky Fumblings Past”, making it a combined Michel Proust/Hannibal Lecter reference. Can’t be too many of those out there! This has a proper narrative structure: exposition, rising action, climax and resolution!

Gordon (the first one to fondle me, in my final year of high school, if you didn’t read part one), became my boyfriend and we had lots of firsts. To manage expectations early, that never included what is usually thought of as one’s “first time”: I was still a virgin when he and I broke up: only *just*, but I was! Now, the dictionary defines “virginal” as “pure, unsullied, untouched”, and he saw to it that I wasn’t *that*, but technically I remained a virgin. (The dictionary also defines “virginal” as “a small harpsichord”: I wasn’t that either.)

[YFOM] [oral] [blkmail] [reluc] Suck it up! (Graduation part one)

The day has come. Graduation. Alexa has worked hard & can finally focus on her future. Alexa was looking stylish in her white dress & checking her cap & gown when she was told one of her professors needed to see her ASAP. She hurried to meet him in his classroom. It was empty & he asked her to lock the door because the matter was private & urgent.

Her teacher, Eric Blass, is 39 & white with glasses & short brown. He informs her that there’s an issue with the financial balance & if it’s not taken care now, she will not be able to graduate today. Alexa is visibly upset & panicking. She has no means if fixing it. It would take her a couple of weeks. Mr. Blass slightly smirks before telling her that maybe they could work something out.

“I could pay this right now so you can graduate today. You could pay me back later. However…I will need some sort of insurance that you will hold up your end”. Alexa was excited but puzzled what she could do for insurance.

Slut School – Her 1st Client [MF]

The knock on the door startled her. It wasn’t that she didn’t expect the knock, they had made the appointment together, but rather that she had lost herself in thought again.

The knock came again and she felt the flutter of the butterflies in her stomach. It was her final term in school and there was no concern over graduating, that was practically a foregone conclusion. Yet her teacher had recommended to the class that they practice their services on friends and acquaintances. The idea being that at this point, hands-on practice was the best way to learn. And that was what she had done, bringing it up in conversations whenever she felt it appropriate. She brought it up in front of him, in the groups they were a part of, hoping, but not expecting, that he would take her up on it. She was pleasantly surprised when he had suggested a time, and with a little back and forth, they had ended up here, at this time, with him standing outside her apartment door. Knocking. For the second time.

Cuckolded by the Black Billionaire Boss

Here is part 3 in my “The Boss” series, which you can check out [here](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XY7B4L1)

More of my writing at /r/todomforfun

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Mr. Brinks: She’s doing a good job with the first few inches.

I looked at the next picture and my eyes went wide. It was a close-up of my wife’s little pussy being stretched out by a huge black cock. The feeling of humiliation coursed through me as I stared and gawked at the absolutely massive dick. It was thick and veiny, and my wife’s pussy was wrapped tightly around it. Mr. Brinks hadn’t bothered with a condom, he was going to be taking my wife’s pussy bareback. I imagined how she’d be moaning at the pleasure of being taken by such a huge man, but realized that her sounds would be muffled, given how he had gagged her.

Mr. Brinks: Maybe if you beg me I’ll go easy on her.

I opened the next image to see a picture of my wife on her back, this time Mr. Brinks huge cock was balls-deep inside her. She was taking every single inch of the billionaire’s rod, and I could see her eyes wide, filled with lust and pleasure. She was being absolutely stuffed.

“Ménage à What?” [MM] [MMF] [MF]

“Ménage à What?”

“Goddamn, isn’t that a beautiful sight?” I exclaimed while wiping the sleep out of my eyes.

Aaron was standing in the kitchen frying eggs with his back turned to me. He was wearing black Calvin Klein underwear. I loved to stare at his body: the dimples peeking out just over his underwear, the perfect indent along his spine, his protruding shoulder blades, the light smattering of hair over his back; ass; and legs, and his thick and chiseled arms with geometric style tattoos. His dark hair was sleep-tousled and his tan skin was perfectly cast in sunlight from the window.

He turned his head slightly with a smile, “Take a picture.”

“I have plenty,” I joked and grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate next to him.

“I’m sure you do. Do you want eggs?” He asked.

“No, the bacon will do. I need to shower and get to class.” I slid off my underwear before walking out of the kitchen.

“Jesus, nobody wants to see your hairy ass.” He threw a piece of bacon at me.

“Ménage à What?” [MM] [MMF] [MF]

“Ménage à What?”

“Goddamn, isn’t that a beautiful sight?” I exclaimed while wiping the sleep out of my eyes.

Aaron was standing in the kitchen frying eggs with his back turned to me. He was wearing black Calvin Klein underwear. I loved to stare at his body: the dimples peeking out just over his underwear, the perfect indent along his spine, his protruding shoulder blades, the light smattering of hair over his back; ass; and legs, and his thick and chiseled arms with geometric style tattoos. His dark hair was sleep-tousled and his tan skin was perfectly cast in sunlight from the window.

He turned his head slightly with a smile, “Take a picture.”

“I have plenty,” I joked and grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate next to him.

“I’m sure you do. Do you want eggs?” He asked.

“No, the bacon will do. I need to shower and get to class.” I slid off my underwear before walking out of the kitchen.

“Jesus, nobody wants to see your hairy ass.” He threw a piece of bacon at me.

“Ménage à What?” [MM] [MMF] [MF]

“Ménage à What?”

“Goddamn, isn’t that a beautiful sight?” I exclaimed while wiping the sleep out of my eyes.

Aaron was standing in the kitchen frying eggs with his back turned to me. He was wearing black Calvin Klein underwear. I loved to stare at his body: the dimples peeking out just over his underwear, the perfect indent along his spine, his protruding shoulder blades, the light smattering of hair over his back; ass; and legs, and his thick and chiseled arms with geometric style tattoos. His dark hair was sleep-tousled and his tan skin was perfectly cast in sunlight from the window.

He turned his head slightly with a smile, “Take a picture.”

“I have plenty,” I joked and grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate next to him.

“I’m sure you do. Do you want eggs?” He asked.

“No, the bacon will do. I need to shower and get to class.” I slid off my underwear before walking out of the kitchen.

“Jesus, nobody wants to see your hairy ass.” He threw a piece of bacon at me.