Tag: Straight

She [F] didn’t want to talk to me, then she made [M]e cum inside her.

So, this just happened yesterday, a little back story.

Zan was a quiet but very pretty lady that works in a different team to me, I never thought in a million years she would be the one that I would be so helplessly sexually attracted to. I randomly struck up a conversation with her one day as I heard we were into the same music and from there, it seemed to sky rocket, we had so many things in common. I remember somewhere down the line, talks started to become sexual. We would talk about our fantasies, things we liked in the bedroom, that kind of thing. I couldn’t believe how sexually compatible we were. We would go out to lunch and hugs slowly become grinding on each other and then grinding became kissing, but we never ever went further than that because we were both in relationships. Read more »

My First Sex Orgasm! An exchange student [m25] fucked me [f19] in my parent’s kitchen! [fm] [femalepleasure] [oral] [firsttime]

When I was younger, my family used to host foreign students who came here to learn English. Our house was huge, with a whole lot of bedrooms completed with bathrooms and everything, almost like a guest house. Having foreign students over had a lot of perks, I got to hear about their cultures and traditions, learn a few words in their language and even try their food. But as I got older, my fantasies start to roll in.

By the time I was 19, I was fantasising about getting in bed with one of the foreign exchange students and have a summer fling. And that’s precisely what happened when Jean came over…

Jean was a 25-year old French guy who was staying with us for a month. The first time I saw him, I was mesmerised. His 6ft frame towered my petite self, and he had muscular, tanned arms, green eyes and a head full of curls that kept flopping into his eyes.

“*Bonjour! Please to meet you, Sarah*”. Read more »

This Pussy Bites [M/F] [butch domme] [daddy kink] [face-sitting] [anal] [strap-on] [mild bdsm] [long]

People like me don’t change. We just tell ourselves “just this once” each time we break our own self-imposed rules for who we fuck and how we fuck them. The thing about this was it wasn’t supposed to go this far. But he asked to be my plaything, and I was bored, maybe even a little curious. A woman’s gotta eat and when a tasty morsel presents itself, well, there’s no turning back is there?

Thomas was my excuse this time. He was 32 to my 21. A bit soft in the gut with a patchy beard when he didn’t shave, and lived with his parents so he could finally finish his degree. I kept a carefully regimented workout schedule and diet, sculpting my body to a strong vessel with which to satisfy my every whim. My day job allowed me to live comfortably and as such I liked to provide myself with pleasurable company, and provide others with the domination they didn’t even know they wanted. Coincidentally I called myself a lesbian, but anyone close to me knew how much I enjoyed the challenge of turning a “man’s man” into a submissive mess under my boot. Read more »

I [F] cheated on my husband [M] with a tatted coworker

31F here. This happened last week and I’m just now getting to the point where I’ve processed it enough to write this down. I’ve been experiencing a flurry of emotions from terrible crushing guilt to not being able to stop thinking about what happened.

My husband and I are happily married and I never saw myself as one who would cheat. It’s not something that ever appealed to me. Sex for me is mostly about the emotional connection so even if I pass a gorgeous guy on the street I don’t really have any desire to fuck him.

Unfortunately, I have one weakness, which is what eventually got me. I have a thing for the “bad boy” James Deen archetype, especially with tons of tats. Tall, skinny, messy blonde hair, sleeves and chest and back pieces, chiseled facial features, dirty mouth, out of control, smokes cigarettes and weed, musician. Individually none of these is enough to “hook” me. In fact on anyone else smoking is a turn off too. But all in one person and it just… triggers something that I can’t contain or control much. Read more »

A Prom Story – Long and sickeningly sweet

The cool, fresh night air was a relief as Will finally escaped the swelteringly hot gym of Lakeland High School. He took a moment to savor the feeling of the cool air on his skin, and reflect on the absurdity of trying to hold Prom in the school gymnasium. Sure, the original venue had discovered asbestos only a week before, but no one should be asked to endure this disaster as their senior prom.

Will looked around; the area was deserted apart from two members of the school staff. He caught the eye of a wrestling coach whose name he did not know. The coach gave a polite nod, which Will returned. Not prepared for the sauna back in the gym, but wanting to avoid making idle small-talk with a wrestling coach he knew only on sight, Will resolved to take a walk. He set off in the direction of the football field, in hopes of at least avoiding any unwanted entanglements.

The football field and the bleachers appeared completely deserted. “Just a quick break,” Will told himself, planning to briefly sit and prepare for another journey into the kiln. As he approached the bleachers, he detected the distinct smell of cannabis wafting from somewhere nearby. Will’s interest piqued, and he quickly abandoned his plan of sitting quietly by the empty football field. Read more »

Hanging out in the hotel

Sharon was sat in the back seat of the car, her hands handcuffed to each door, her legs tightly bound with her tights which were stripped off her before she got in the car and her mouth covered with duct tape. Her chauffeur slowly pulled into the high rise car park of the hotel, occasionally glancing in his rear view mirror, taking a good look up her skirt at her grey panties.

The bound girl was being taken to the monthly slave auction after being recruited as a whore. As the car pulled into a space, Sharon began to panic. Her driver got out of the car and two men got in, taking the cuffs off and dragging her out of the car and straight into a suitcase on a trolley. The girl was wheeled into a lift and the next thing she saw was a hotel room with 5 coat hanging racks in it. Read more »

Taken by a Succubus(M/MMMM)(NC)(Humiliation)

*This is my first legit piece of writing so don’t be too harsh. I would like and warmly welcome some constructive criticism on how to improve my writing.*

A man is taken by a succubus in a time of weakness and turned into the woman he was meant to be.

Chapter 1

George was walking home from his job at ‘Jude’s Law Offices’ when he was pushed into an alley by a group of four men. They were taller than him by at least a foot because he was only 5’1”, and way more muscular. He could be mistaken for a girl if he’d lost weight and used make-up. The guy George assumed was the leader stepped forward and flicked out a switchblade.

“Hey, pretty-boy. Why don’t you open up that wallet of yours and show us what’s inside?” He pointed the knife at his briefcase and kept eye contact with George. Read more »

Richard Rachel & their play date [MDomFSub]

This is part 2 of 2 of the series “Richard Rachel & their play date”. Part 1can be found in the profile. Enjoy!

I didn’t say anything. The half an hour of edging had made her sweaty and her skirt was by now semi transparent. Her thighs were full of precum and her face was a pure mess. Almost as if she had fucked the entire football team. I had prepared for this eventuality and had a dress up in a trench coat.

I held her hand & got out of the car. It was almost approaching mid night and the hotel lobby was busy as ever.I had appraised the suite butler of the event and he was standing right by the lift to receive us and check us in straight to the suite. I was walking a couple steps ahead of Rachel with nothing but the elevator in my sight. She had her head hanging down ,one could say that seemed that she was almost about to burst in tears. Read more »

[M]y business trip with a [F]lirty subordinate – PART 3

Day 1: [The Airport](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k9cmpx/my_business_trip_with_a_flirty_subordinate/)

Day 2: [Leisure Time](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kbpar1/my_business_trip_with_a_flirty_subordinate_part_2/)

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Day 3: Women, Wine and…

The day had run its course to the point Joice and I now stood by my hotel door. The hallway was quiet and all that could be heard was Joice chatting. I was a bit worried about the other guests since it was already 11PM. Plus we had a few beers over dinner which didn’t contribute to Joice’s inhibitors to hold back on an occasional blurt-out that stopped me in my tracks. When I thought I had gotten used to titty-conversations, she threw in this evening mentionings of phallic objects or dildos. Fortunately, we took dinner tonight in a pub where we were recommended to try the local dish “Poutine”, Quebec City’s famous menu item, so a mild form of embarrassment didn’t hurt.

I had now unlocked my door, held the door handle in my hand and pushed it slightly open so it wouldn’t close again because of the timer. Joice was still talking about how a friend had once bought her a dildo as a birthday present. In no way was she making plans to move to her own hotel room. Read more »

Noisy reunion [MF]

The second hook-up with a girl I met traveling. Not the best sex I’ve had but definitely the noisiest.

Our previous encounter is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k02zcg/stealth_69_mf/).

A couple of months after I got home, a message popped up on my phone from Lisa. I hadn’t seen her for about a year and it was a surprise to hear from her. She was also back in town and asked if I wanted to tag along to some work drinks thing with her, a free champagne type thing. I said yes, hoping it was a bit of a booty-call.

The following evening, I went to meet her and her friend at the venue when I finished work. It was nice to see her again. She looked great, wearing a slinky black dress that clung to her skinny frame. Lisa and I spent the next few hours flirting with each other over drinks. Her friend was a bit of a buzzkill and I thought she might put a dampener on things but thankfully when it came to closing time and we left, a cab pulled up and we all jumped in together. Lisa gave the driver directions to her place, via her friend’s. With her friend dropped off, Lisa and I were finally alone in the back of the cab and had a chance to have a proper chat and a laugh about the last time we’d seen each other and before long we were kissing and getting properly reacquainted. Read more »