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Fantasy sent to my crush [MF, Cheating-caught, true]

I found this sub and wanted to submit a second story. This was recently sent to a female friend i met on Facebook as we started to grow closer and stronger together, sharing much more than how our day went. She’s married and unhappy, so I thought this might have made her more excited. Enjoy…

So we finally sneak away to the 3rd floor away from the guests downstairs, the both of us walking upstairs with you leading me by the hand. My heart aches for this moment, and by the time we get to the floor, looking into your eyes I can nearly feel it too. Smiling devilishly, we embrace slowly. I’m nervous, heart racing, but eager to do anything and everything as the first contact of your parted lips make contact with mine. The comforting sensation of your warm, moist mouth is quickly pushed aside by the sudden sensation of your eager tongue reaching out for my own, aggressively starting to wrestle in our mouths. I can feel the fabric of your snug, little black dress, my arms embracing you; and take in the scent of your special perfume you’ve reserve for this occasion. Read more »

Sick like me [MF] [Light Bondage]

I struck the white pinhead against the flint and sulphur filled my nostrils. The flame flickered, and danced…I married the orange with the wick and the last candle was lit. The room had a soft glow, and to anyone else would seem romantic and peaceful, a sanctuary.

She yelped from behind her ball gag, a fast expression of air and simultaneously trying to inhale. Gurgling sounds filled the air and she tried to catch her breath around the spit on the edges of the glistening red red mass between her lips.

“That wasn’t hard enough, was it?” I asked with a half-crooked smirk.

She shook her head no, and slowly dragged her head to the left to look at me. Her Honey colored eyes, looking up at me, she was whimpering something indistinguishable. I put my hand firmly on the back of her neck. I could feel the softness of the wisps of her hair tickle my fingers. I pushed her head down to ground, until her cheek was resting on the carpet. I put my other hand, under her hips to let her know to lift her ass into the air for me. I rubbed her left ass cheek…to soothe the sting I had just provided…I rubbed it gently. She started to moan so softly…and before she had time to anticip *SMACK* I let my hand connect with her skin with such force, she collapsed onto the floor, her soft moans now loud. Read more »

Day One of My Ownership

To say that I’m nervous would be an understatement. Each breath felt more difficult to draw in than the last. My stomach was contorting in ways I didn’t know was possible. The collar I wore seemed a little tighter than expected as it pressed against my throat. I tugged at it a bit, making my way to His front door, being careful not to twist an ankle due to my black heels.

I almost didn’t do it. I very nearly couldn’t bring myself to knock on the door before me. My heart was in my throat, and my breathing stopped. My knuckles tapped at the steel.

*What if He changed His mind? What if I don’t live up to His expectations? I really should have taken an Ativan before I landed.*

I feared I hadn’t knocked loudly enough due to not being able to hear much passed the heavy pulse pounding inside my ears. I closed my eyes and let out a breath held too long as I brushed my hands down my short, black, lace dress in an attempt to garner some courage to knock again. Read more »

2nd Meeting With My Long-Distance FWB, Part 1 [True Story] [MF] [Cheating]

(You can find the story of our first meeting [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7snluo/first_meeting_with_my_longdistance_fwb_fm_true/) and [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7su3ew/first_meeting_with_my_longdistance_fwb_part_2_fm/) I hope you enjoyed reading them. A little background reminder — Marie and I are both in our 30s, both married, live on opposite sides of the country, but met via tumblr and have since created quite the naughty little fling.)

So after our successful first meeting, we grow even closer, for obvious reasons. We both stop chatting with anyone else that we used to talk or fool around with on tumblr or elsewhere. Our focus is solely on each other, when it comes to our online play. And now we’re just trying to find a way to see each other again. Sure, we were both nervous and feeling guilty, but the attraction and sexual connection was apparent for us both.

So fast forward three months from our first rendezvous… I have to take a minor road trip for work, and we decide she should fly out to meet me. She tells her hubby that she has a “work trip” for the weekend. (Thankfully she works in a field that would have her traveling, and often on weekends, as do I). This time we are going to spend two nights together, and instead of a boring old hotel, I spring for a cabin. You know the type — big mountain cabin with game room, hot tubs, great views, nice kitchen, etc… Read more »

The Furnace Guy [FM]

She was daydreaming when the phone rang.

It would be the furnace guy, of course, here to do the winter inspection. She and her boyfriend were first time home owners, and they were doing everything by the book. It had been a stressful but fun two months since they moved in, and she was just now starting to feel at home in the new place with the three of them—her, him, and their golden retriever Max.

Her boyfriend—now domestic partner, she supposed—wasn’t home this morning. He was at the hospital, where they both worked. She didn’t mind dealing with the furnace guy alone, but she did hope he wouldn’t be a creep. She wasn’t afraid, per se, as she had Max, and of course her cell phone with her. But nonetheless she hoped, with a note of irritation, that he would be strictly professional.

When the phone rang, she was wearing a loose button up flannel with one of her nicer bras underneath, a pair of tight but comfortable jeans, and socks. Her hair was up in a cute, messy bun. She answered the phone. She confirmed the address and said she’d meet him out front in just a minute. Read more »

Lust in the Library

“Goddamnit. Is that Stacy?” I thought to myself.

“Fuck, it is.”

The last person I wanted to see that night was Stacy Knopf. She was a self-styled midwestern punk-girl of the suburbs, who I absolutely loathed. We shared two different classes this semester, and she was equally annoying in both. I could not fathom who would ever want to hang out with her, but she was hot, so I guess, someone would.

Her whole persona seemed so contrived. Stacy struck me as a girl who wanted to be seen, and as someone who needed the attention of anyone who would provide it, regardless of whether it was positive or not. The constant questions in lecture, followed by tangential anecdotes that nobody wanted to hear were seemingly endless. You could see the whole class collectively roll their eyes when she raised her hand.

I had made my offhand comments to her about how irritating I found her behavior. I’m here to learn, not to listen to her prattle. I know I can be an asshole, that much is obvious to anyone who knows me, but some people just bring out the worst in me. Stacy was at the top of that list. Worst of all was that while she annoyed me thoroughly, she fucking knew it too. Read more »

[MFM] The night we met the beast

Well it seems like it’s been months since I posted but I was kinda board and since mania season is upcoming, I figure I dig in the old hat and bring up an encounter with the first and probably only woman who brought it and beat us down. The woman who we refer to this day as Whore Lesnar.

But why Whore Lesnar? Well if you know who Brock Lesnar is, then you know what a big guy this dude is. Weather it was UFC or him in professional wrestling, but we mostly are going on his wrestling career, the dude is a beast and the only way to describe this woman is to compare her as the female equivalent. However she wasn’t huge, expect her sexual appetite, she was around 5’5, 130, blonde dirty hair, light skin. Her name should be Slut Lesnar since Whores get paid but Whore Lesnar sounds better.

Ok but now let’s get to the meat of this experience, and if you read my previous post, you know I like to write out a lot and sometimes break the fourth way, Hey Colt Cabana, so go to the bathroom now or hold it in. So as usual it all begins with a Craigslist post, it’s late and she replies stating she’s interested, this is also within our first year of doing mfm, so we aren’t to experienced, maybe 5/7 experiences under our belt, maybe. Read more »

Our first [MFM]

After the six month deployment right after our marriage, Reneé and I were into each other for the next half year that my ship never left the pier. If we weren’t working out we were fucking. We partied with friends on some weekends when one or the other didn’t pull duty, and all over Tidewater on other weekends. We both flirted and danced with others but no one really tripped our trigger though.

Reneé did sit in one elderly gentleman’s lap and let him play with her tits. It was his 80th birthday, why not? They both enjoyed themselves. She flashed more than a few people as well. Reneé rode on the back of the bike topless for miles on Route 12 south of Nags Head. Until we passed a police officer coming the opposite direction. She was covered by the time he caught up to us. He smiled and gave us a verbal warning Read more »