Tag: Straight

Working away. Pt2 (long) [MF]

I realised that as I was about to write about a new adventure I had, I never finished this off. Pt1 here : https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/72b6cd/working_away_mf/?st=JHCZR3IL&sh=4ee7d66b

So, we’re sat in the garden I tell her about my divorce, and that I’m not looking to rush into a relationship. Emma nods her head, and agrees, “no point in rushing into things, life is for fun and living”.

Discussion goes back to our lunch, “I caught you looking at my chest you know?!”. I turn bright red, apologise and say “sorry, but I couldn’t help it, they looked incredible”. She smiled…. and took the pink exercise top she’s wearing and pulls the neck down showing every last bit of cleavage, and most of her tits, clearly she’s not wearing a bra as her nipples are starting to show through the pink fabric of her top. My dick instantly pulses.

“Do you think they’re real?” Clearly the answer is no, but I say “I think you’ve had a little help” she laughed a loud dirty laugh. “Have you ever fucked someone with fake tits, or felt them”. I quickly answer “no”, “do you want to feel these?”.
I hurry around the table, and put my hand on the outside of her top….. where she’s still sitting and fondle the left breast. After what feels an age, but was clearly only a second, she takes my hand. “You’re doing it wrong” and pulls her top down, and places my hand on her left tit. Read more »

XChange Story: Hazed into Submission (mf) [nc] [Mdom] [fantasy] [transformation]

*A freshman gets more than he bargained for when he pledges to join the MKT Fraternity.*

*Author’s Note: This story contains heavy themes of non-consensual sex, humiliation and forced feminisation.*

**1. The Dare**

“No *fucking* way, man. There’s no way I’m taking that pill.”

“You sure, mate? Cause it’s the difference between whether you leave this house tonight as a MKT brother, or a schmuck.”

Jacob pushed me the bottle into my hands again.

*XChange Resistance: The gender-swapping pill, with a* ***twist!*** *Warning: Every orgasm increases the chances your transformation becomes* ***permanent****.*

Fuck.

“Look, mate. It’s the price of entry.” Jacob assured me. “Think of it as a test.”

“Our fraternity only accepts the most alpha of alphas.” Devin continued the pitch. “If you can’t stay a man after just six hours on this, then mate, then you don’t deserve to be one of us.”

Test or not, there was something predatory in the way they glanced at me. A glint in their eyes that sent a shiver down my spine. Read more »

[FM] When his spouse gets home during the mid-morning hookup

The convenient thing about having a FWB who works second shift (while my schedule varies each week) is that we have plenty of mornings free to fuck for several hours at a time. That’s what was on the agenda this particular morning, as I showered and decided what to wear. I knew it would be a skirt or dress, of course, because I like to make sure everything is easy access… I get what I want faster that way. Eventually I settled on a simple, very low-cut black dress and my trusty little kitten heels. I wore my favorite bra, too, a deep red, front-clasping one that makes my ample cleavage look even more spectacular, and a pair of pink lacy panties.

I don’t usually wear underwear when we get together like this; honestly, why bother? But today I needed them, since the day previous a fun new toy had come in the mail: a small, perfectly shaped clitoral vibrator that I could press into place and have my panties hold it snug and secure. I toyed with myself for a few minutes while I waited for him to pick me up, testing all the various settings. It’s a wonderful little piece of technology. Read more »

[MF] After her [f]irst orgasm. Our friends burst in.

This is the third part of a story about my first night with Aoife. Sorry for all the grammer mistakes but its midnight and I’m shattered and couldnt be arsed proof reading. I promise I’ll improve if youse want to hear more about Aoife and Emily (from unrelated first post).

THE LEAD IN
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We cuddled together and kissed softly for a while till we were interrupted by a knock on the door. The girls were back. ‘Sorry for bursting in guys but seriously Aoife you have to come down stairs right now and spill the beans. We have wine. Michael, you’re not invited, go to sleep. We’re not leaving till you do.”

Aoife turned to me. ‘Do you mind?’
‘As long as you come back?’
‘Come back! You’re not leaving this house, you’re my prisoner.’

She turned to the door “I’ll be down in 5 minutes, I need a quick shower”
Roars of laughter and squealing came from outside the door. “I’ll bet you do, you dirty smelly slut. Hurry up we need to know everything.” Read more »

[MFF] Phucking in Phuket

Writer’s note:

Please know that this story will involve sex between a man, woman and a trans sexual woman. I am very candid about what I write and my thoughts here are not homophobic. It’s the thoughts of a straight man who is some what conflicted about his first sexual experience with a trans sexual. No hate, just love.

Phucking in Phuket.

My girlfriend Heather and I have been together for almost 10 years. We met in high school and have dated ever since. We have only been with each other sexually and as time passed both her and I have become more sexually adventurous.

After years of saving money, Heather and I decided to take our dream vacation to Phuket in Thailand. On the first day we got there, we were exhausted from the long flight but decided to hit the beach and relax instead of staying in our room.

We picked our spot and pretty soon we were chilling out. I struck a conversation with an Australian couple next to us and found out that they are ex-pats who moved to Phuket a few years ago. We told them it was our first time and they were nice enough to give us tips on where to go, where to eat, where to avoid, etc. Read more »

[FM] When tipsy turns into horny: a tattooed [s]cum story

We met on a dating-app. I swiping left for my dear life when this tattooed, bearded Dothraki dude appeared on my screen. I have a ‘type’ that makes me slip off the couch wet and throbbing and he was doin’ the thang to me. I clicked on his profile. Something with hardcore bands and being sexually experimental – cool. I said “we would look like a sight for sore eyes” and he got the Tom Waits reference right away. We started talking and obviously the music-thing clicked. He mentioned he had a serious relationship but it was ‘open’ and the sex was way too shy, plain and vanilla for him. It was going to be wild sex-only and that was exactly what I wanted at that point. Read more »

The Orgasm Clinic [M29/F23] [light bondage] [orgasm abuse]

The Orgasm Clinic

One of the greatest decisions I made when I broke off my engagement with my long term now ex-girlfriend is to open up my own orgasm clinic. This is not a professional business or something I make profit off of. It’s just something I do every few days out of my week and my service is well, exactly as it says.

When I broke up with my girlfriend, I decided to do something genius that would be fun for me and would be fun for other people willing to participate. I bought a basic wood frame bondage table with leather padding then added custom wrist cuffs made of leather on the top end of it and leg cuffs on the bottom end. With it being back adjustable, my “patients” get to be in a position that has them comfortable. In total, I own 4 different vibrators, 2 dildos, one fucking machine, the bondage table, an assortment of butt plugs I replace regularly, 2 different nipple stimulators, one being classic clamps and the other, a nipple suction system working off of an oscillating pump, a special belt to hold the classic hitachi vibrator when I’m busy elsewhere on my patient, a set of fingertip vibrating pads which when used right, can make any patient go bat shit crazy, and an electric wand. I also have a sybian but I generally save those for repeat patients. I never gag, blindfold, or force my patients to be tied down in their own safety. Read more »

[MF] Her [f]irst orgasm made her black out. [Long]

THE BACKGROUNG

I had met Aoife through the tri club at the college. I was mad about this girl from the day I met her and everyone knew except her. All natural, wore very little makeup. She had long black hair, with naturally light skinned. She was 18, about 5ft 5ins, perky 34c breasts that were nearly too big for her slim frame and the kind of smooth firm ass that belongs in yoga pants all day. The closest celebrity that I can think of is Emmanuelle Chriqui (Sloan from Entourage). She looked like this in a swimsuit only not as tanned. I would never look at her in the pool for fear of a public boner. Read more »

Taking His Sister In [inc, nc]

(Fictional story from a request, trigger warning-rape/incest-i love feedback positive or negative!)

Jamie and Kyle grew up like any other brother and sister, tolerating each others existence while sharing a childhood. Kyle was 4 years older than Jamie, and once he hit his teenage years they begin to grow apart like most siblings do. Kyle had grown into a solidly built, 6’4″ 220lb, 22 year old with wavy brown hair, a tightly trimmed beard, and piercing blue eyes. He was fresh out of college and already twice promoted at the startup tech company he worked for. He had a nice apartment in the city and everything was going well in his life. Kyle had come to like the feeling of getting what he wanted, almost at his will. Degrees, promotion, girls, everything was just falling at his feet. Once he he achieved what he considered success, an old lust reemerged, one he thought he had burried deep enough to never grow again. Read more »

The Blonde and the Brunette, Part 1 [NSFW] [ff] [lesbian]

Her fingers danced quickly and effortlessly atop her laptop keyboard, her sky blue eyes not once leaving the screen. Ear buds were tucked into her ears, which were adorned with small diamond stud earrings. Her wavy blonde hair was pulled back behind her into a long, neat braid. Both slim and curvy, her toned physique was traced out by her form fitting work out clothes—black leggings, a black racerback tank top covered partially with a black zip up which was now draped across the table behind her computer. She flipped a few pages in the notebook that sat beside her and kept typing. She worked tirelessly like this, only leaving her seat once in a couple hours to grab a coffee and a water from the barista. She was engrossed in her work so much that she had no idea she was being watched and admired. Read more »