Up at the lake with Mae – part. 9 [MF]

([part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uts68q/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_1_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)- [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uu0xz5/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_2_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uu79lk/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_3_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uutsiu/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_4_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uv7950/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_5_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uw8b03/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_6_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uwa6gc/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_7_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uwrmwa/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_8_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3))

The living room was wide and bright. A large kitchen area at one end, the stairs leading up to the rooms on the opposite side. Right in the middle, two ample sofas were positioned back to back: one towards the large french door to the patio and the other faced the wall, where one of those mega tv sets had been recently put up – so to be watched from the farthest end of the garden when everything was left open. Functional.

Mae had chosen to take our game indoor, but I had the feeling we were no longer just.. playing the part of two friends who awkwardly get to know each other’s dirty side. She seemed to be driven by a different sense of purpose.

*Take a seat*, she almost shouted while closing the french door behind us, wiggling her bare ass in an effort to actually lock it. On a second thought, she nervously spreaded the window back open: *oh, screw it!*.

Abducted by an “alien”

[Softcore] [SciFi] [Humanoid alien] [Teasing]

This might be a long read for some. If you wish to skip the backstory and go straight to the “good part”, scroll down to the the three slashes. Enjoy your read!

I take the last sip of soda from the bottle, before laying it next to me. My feet are rested on the table and I cross my arms as I lean further back. The almost distant ambiance of voices and conversations from the TV are starting to fade into a muffled, unperceivable blur of noise. I’m tired, should have gone to bed a couple hours ago, but I don’t have work tomorrow. Weekends are great, I need a break from writing about yoda bats and aardwolves. Other than the light from the screen, my room is pretty dark. With my tired eyes I can barely make out contours from the shadows around me. Any moment now, I will doze off to sleep and wake up in a few hours to the TV still playing. My eyelids start to get heavy. I don’t think much of it, don’t think much of anything frankly, half-concious as I am. The chatter from the TV-speakers is drifting away, as I’m starting to do too.

Perhaps it’s a curse… (part 3) [F][slow burn][body-modification][magic][big ass]

She woke up that morning relieved to know her thoughts were relatively clear. She had gone to sleep half-worried that Daniel was going to turn her into some kind of cum-guzzling bimbo. She still felt the hungry neediness in the pit of her stomach, but it wasn’t nearly as devastating present as it had been the day before.

She thought it was a bit like having a pebble in her shoe, she could only ignore it for so long, before something had to be done.

She crawled from her bed and inspected herself in the mirror and decided that perhaps he had left her alone after all. Being nearly constantly horny wasn’t the worst thing. Her pussy was super tight, but that wasn’t necessarily a problem either. While she was concerned at first, she had grown to appreciate her absurdly thick ass. As long as nothing else changed she figured she would be happy enough.

Once she made a trip to the bathroom to relieve her bowels, it became obvious something had changed after all. The experience wasn’t easy to describe. As the waste slid through her rectum at the very edge she was suddenly conscious of a slightly earthy, acrid flavor. The sensation lingered there in the lower bit of her rectum. It didn’t truly go away until after she had showered, and even then it only seemed to slowly dissipate.

Abducted by an “alien” [MF]

[Softcore] [SciFi] [Humanoid alien] [Teasing]

This might be a long read for some. If you wish to skip the backstory and go straight to the “good part”, scroll down to the the three slashes. Enjoy your read!

I take the last sip of soda from the bottle, before laying it next to me. My feet are rested on the table and I cross my arms as I lean further back. The almost distant ambiance of voices and conversations from the TV are starting to fade into a muffled, unperceivable blur of noise. I’m tired, should have gone to bed a couple hours ago, but I don’t have work tomorrow. Weekends are great, I need a break from writing about yoda bats and aardwolves. Other than the light from the screen, my room is pretty dark. With my tired eyes I can barely make out contours from the shadows around me. Any moment now, I will doze off to sleep and wake up in a few hours to the TV still playing. My eyelids start to get heavy. I don’t think much of it, don’t think much of anything frankly, half-concious as I am. The chatter from the TV-speakers is drifting away, as I’m starting to do too.

Perhaps it’s a curse… (part I) [M|F][slow burn][body-modification][magic][big ass]

So, long linear stories aren’t usually my thing, but this is over 13,000 words and figured someone out there may appreciate it. It’s mostly a standard slice-of-life narrative with some sexy but incredibly unrealistic/magical elements peppered in (mostly pertaining to body-modification). I spent a lot of time with the descriptions in this piece and there is quite a bit of dialogue. I’m not super confident most readers here will be into this, but if you are, it’s broken up into about 9 parts.

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Anya had the dream again. This time she didn’t spring from the bed in a panic. She didn’t scream for her roommate. This time she only stared up at her ceiling fan, her eyes unfocused, barely registering its vaguely floral shape, as dim morning light poured in through her bedroom window.

Something was happening. She wasn’t quite sure if it was a malicious *something* yet, but she knew something wasn’t right.

She was clammy with sweat and her tank top clung to her skin. Her limbs felt heavy and her muscles were sore. It happened again she knew. She kicked off her sheets, the chilly morning air gave her a shiver that sent goosebumps across her skin.

[F] 26 Squirting for the 1st time!

I have never been one of those girls who could squirt. I would try to play around with myself but nothing would happen. I watched how-to videos, porn, I tried different positions and it just never happened. Any time a feeling of pressure would arise while having sex with my husband I would push into it. They say when you feel the need to urinate thats when you do it, but nothing. I assumed It wasn’t possible for me because some women can’t, until it happened!

I stopped by a sex shop on the way home from work to spice things up for a page that I use that cant be mentioned here. I needed a slightly longer dildo for solo anal play because the one I had wasn’t cutting it. I picked a decently size purple and glittery pink dildo. It was 8.5 inches in length and about similar size in girth as my other (Or so I thought). I wasnt ready for a thicker one, just longer. I called my husband on the way home and told him what I had purchased and I was excited to break it in. When I got home I un-boxed it and compared it to my other and I was way off, this new one was much larger. I walked to my husband’s office to show him and he just chuckled at me. I made a comment about changing my mind for it being the one for anal, as I’m still new to it, and that was a bit large. But nonetheless I was still excited to give it a try.

I’m really dumb when I want to come. [MF]

*Consensual D/s dynamic*

“Can I come?” I asked, feeling myself approaching the peak.

“Beg me for it.” He didn’t break rhythm, continuing to fuck me in a mated press position while holding a wand against my clit.

Begging wasn’t a strength of mine. It’s the total opposite of brat behavior. But I was so close…

“Please,” I breathed. “Please, I can’t hold it.” Each word fell out of me in sync with his thrusts. My entire body was clenched, trying to stop the orgasm from crashing over me.

“Oh you can do better than that,” he teased, slowing his pace and dropping to his elbows so his face was just a breath away from mine. “Beg.”

“I…” I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t focus on anything other than him inside me, the vibrations pulling me towards release. Without any thought at all, except a primal need to come, I said *“I’ll wake you up with my mouth every morning.”*

I felt his silent laugh on my cheek. The lingering mead on his breath mingled with his cologne and natural scent, giving rise to an intoxicating fragrance.

Mom Took Over [M/F]

I admit it. I always struggled to find a girlfriend. Damn it, I even struggled to get laid. Moron me just fucked things up. All the time. I never got any clues. I really struggled to keep an ordinary conversation up and running. Talking with girls, or women, was a next to impossible thing to do for me. When I was around 21, I had enough of my misery. And enough of being a virgin: I went to a prostitute for the first time. I fucked for the first time. And it worked. So I finally found a way to relieve my sexual urges.

But I was living in a small town. No, not at home anymore, I had my own place, but I still was living in my hometown where everyone knew everyone. So it didn’t took long until people began to talk. They gossiped behind my back about me frequently visiting sex workers. I knew about it, but I just didn’t care about. I just don’t gave a fuck about them talking. Until the day my own mom approached me and wanted to ask me about what I was doing.

The Blowjob Girl [MF]

Yes, she always is there. 21 year old Jenny. Every weekend. On her place. In our local village bar. More or less from Friday to Sunday straight. Yes, we all love her. And she loves us. Or better said our rock hard dicks. You just have to go over to her, buy her her favorite drink and then she leaves with you. Through the backdoor. To the place behind the dumpster we all know, we all love. And there she gives you the best blow job you ever get. Yes, we all love Jenny. Well, except our wives and girlfriends. They can’t stand her. They are nothing but jealous. Because all their men do, is talking about how good she is at sucking dicks.

*Thanks for reading my very short short story.*

A Father’s Struggle 51 – Sober Up (fiction, family, bond, m/f, con, torture, exhib, teasing, Spying)

I sat there with my mouth open too shocked at what had just happened.

I had woken up so fucking hungover that I was nude with the only two people home were my **TWO** daughters Abby and Savanna.

No Haley…..I think.

No Mackenzie…..though I’m not entirely sure she would be as helpful as Abby or Savanna at the moment.

No Heather…..though she would probably treat me the best with my hangover at the moment.

And no Nicole….*Thank God!* Really don’t want her **lecturing** me about getting hammered AND getting her sister/my daughter shit housed just so I could pump her for information.

*Maybe **pump** was a bad choice of words at the moment after what I had just saw*

***ANYWAYS!!!***

I had woken up with what was considered my 2nd worst hangover….my schnapps hangover still being the worst. I woke up instantly hating life and not remembering much from the day before though Abby was kind enough to relay everything that transpired after I pretty much blacked out.

And much to my embarrassment I collapsed and proceeded to urinate everywhere and then spent the entire night and most of the day blacked out in my own bed.