Just a fictional story I wrote… It’s my first one so I would welcome any feedback or comments about it, feel free to comment or message me about it.
Tag: Straight
Why haven’t you kissed me? She asked. [MF]
This is what she asked me after the baseball game this weekend.
Lisa and I met years ago, having been set up on a semi-blind date by two groups of friends who knew each other. We were given each other’s pictures and the elevator pitch, and agreed to meet for dinner. There was definitely some sexual chemistry, dinner couldn’t get over fast enough so that we could go for a walk and make out.
We became quite interested in each other, she sent me a number of becoming pictures of her, including several in a bikini, she looked GOOD! We arranged a second date as soon as we could.
Unfortunately, our second date went much worse, as she was hungry for a lifetime mate while I wasn’t completely positive about how to spell her last name yet. She grilled me on religion, politics, kids, retirement, and we discovered that we were pretty far apart on many of these subjects. I walked her to her car, we kissed a few times, passionately but wistfully, and that was that.
Fucking my girlfriend’s insanely competitive best friend [MF]
I didn’t think I’d write this particular story, and didn’t really think of this even being a series of stories, but I’ve been asked about a follow up to one of my previous ones a few times, so here we go…
Before we get too stuck in, obvious things out of the way first. Yes, this is a real story. Yes the names are changed to protect identities. No I won’t send you any pictures of the women in question. And yes, although real, I’ve had to take some artistic license as this was many years ago and there’s no way I could remember conversations verbatim. That said, I can rather vividly remember the details you’re here for and I will happily describe them to you. Said details will start after the:
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FYI, the previous story is: [The time my girlfriend’s best friend watched me fuck her senseless](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tcn2jo/the_time_my_girlfriends_best_friend_watched_me/)
Now obviously I know you’re going to go read that story right now and come back to this one appropriately built up and spoiler-free so you don’t go into it in the dark, however I thought I’d give you the **TLDR** of it anyway:
The sub couple meet the Dom couple [FMfm] – part 5
It’s finally Saturday and we get the text we’d been waiting for, with an address in a village several miles away. This excited us, we get to play in James and Chloe’s home. As instructed we arrive plugged, Henry caged of course, and wearing the collars gifted to us last time.
We arrive and turn into the gravel driveway, walking to the pretty cottage hand in hand
Chloe greets us in emerald green lingerie, the warm light welcoming us in, holding a crystal flute. We step inside and Chloe kisses us both on the lips, a lingering kiss that immediately reminds us of the pecking order.
“You can undress here, collars only”.
We do so with Chloe watching us, sipping on her champagne.
James arrives bare chested with two more glasses, and hands us one each. He smiles and laughing says “Chloe is wasting no time”
We follow them into their sitting room, a day bed situated in the middle.
“Ready?” James asks as we finish our glasses. We both nod and smile.
Henry stands motionless as his cage is unlocked by James. James slides the cage off and instructs Henry to remove the base ring himself. Immediately Henry’s cock swells as all three of us watch him release it.
Swinger Club visit with a friend – Part 1: Acting as experienced swingers [M26/F22]
This is a long 3 part story. Part 2 and 3 will be posted soon, if you want to find some more info and a bit later the links to the next few parts, visit [my hub](https://www.reddit.com/user/FL_Erotica/posts/) or the disclaimer at the bottom of this post.
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Let’s preface this with the people who are in this story. I’m Phil, a 26 year old single dude who didn’t have all that much experience with women in his life. Most of my buddies were also single until very recently, and those who got in a relationship usually got together with a girl who was also in the extended friend group or at least close to it. Part of that same circle of friends was Carla, a very cute girl, four years younger than me. She was pretty, a bit on the thick side, but fit – a soccer player, and had a darker mixed race teint from her dad. We always liked each other as friends, usually hung out a lot and even were quite close for a good while. But there was never anything romantic between us, I had always been very sure that there was no chance that anything would ever happen. She was very open about her body, sexuality and relationships, but on the other hand never easy or promiscuous at all. When we met each other first, she had been in a long term relationship anyways, so I hadn’t seen her that way from the start. And from her perspective, I’m not the type of guy girls like that way anyways. So it had always been pretty clear on that front.
You (f) crashed your car on the way to work. (MMMF/Rape)
You’re late for work.
Waking up and realizing you missed your alarm is the worst feeling. You spring out of bed, quickly take a half shower and get dressed. The only thing you don’t hate about your job is the dress code being casual, so you grab a pair of leggings and a baggy sweatshirt to cover your thong and sports bra.
You try to be quiet, knowing that your boyfriend – if you can even call him that lately – is asleep on the couch. As you start to leave, you hear him stirring, but you don’t have the time or the patience for him now. The second you pull out of the parking lot, you get three texts.
“Hey?”
“I guess we aren’t even saying bye to each other now?”
“You could have at least avoided waking me up.”
You roll your eyes, and plan your response. Things have been tense lately, and you’re not sure how much longer it can really last. You care about him enough to keep trying to make it work though, so at the stop sign you quickly text back.
[FM] 18 Hours With Him
Another day of knowing intimacy will not present itself any time soon means another day of recollecting the incredible sex I used to have during my past meetups.
I met him late last year. After a night full of regrets – drunk calling and texting with an overall feeling of emptiness and loneliness – I decided to scroll through my go-to platform for hookups to meet someone and fuck it all away. That was how I felt at the time, so desperate and wanting to get that feeling of instant gratification as my streak of bad hookups during my hoe phase continued to haunt me.
I wanted someone who could meet me the next day, and after a while, I found a list of guys who were interested. After some short-listing, I decided to pick this particular guy who caught my eye. The way he wrote intrigued me – yes, I was there for the sex, but substance still mattered to me, and when someone can entertain me with their writing, *I’m sold.*
Ally’s Sexual Wellness Part I [F][Edging]
*The protagonist of the story, Ally, is based on and inspired by the beautiful u/ServiceGreedy7879. She was involved in writing it. She loved it, edged while reading it, and approved it’s final form. We have 2 parts so far but we have been talking about ideas for at least a third, maybe more. Please let us know what you think.*
The fact is..I liked living alone. I liked having my own space and freedom. This doesn’t mean I never got lonely. I did sometimes, especially when i wasn’t *seeing* anyone. But I had plenty of hobbies to fill that time. They helped keep any depressive thoughts at bay. My favorite was hiking in summer and skiing in winter. I also had a blog. Nothing really all that popular, few instagram pictures from my hikes, cute dresses I tried on and couldn’t afford, recipes for meals and shakes that I made, some short stories. It started with a few friends but I was up to 14,000 followers and even got a few ad deals.
My neighbor accidentally discovered that I am the kinkiest farmer you’ll ever meet [FM][self-bondage][female chastity][anal][romantic]
You know that whole cliché of Catholic girls taking it in the ass till marriage? That’s me, except not actually because of religion in my case. Well, at least not directly.
Perhaps I should explain.
I’ve never had vaginal sex. I grew up with the unique Hispanic-Canadian brand of helicopter parents that refused to even utter the word “sex”, but also wanted their only daughter to somehow lock down a doctor from Toronto. When I finally got out of my hometown for uni (environmental science major), I discovered the World Wide Web of sex. I also discovered that I have a *really* high sex drive.
Being a shy shut-in with the newfound freedom to let my freak flag fly, I quickly learned of the Catholic poophole loophole, whereby dick in the ass before marriage is somehow invisible to Jesus. Seems kinda sketch, but, hey, the dick-in-ass part didn’t sound so bad. Actually, it sounded kinda hot.
And that’s how I found my fetish. I don’t even believe in the whole chastity till marriage (just don’t tell my parents that), but the thought of being one of those girls really got me going. Catholic? Check. Conservative parents? Check. Desire for dick in my ass? Double check.
Demonic Curse [Fantasy][DnD][Demon][Magic][Oral][Vaginal][Creampie]
She was *_so_* innocent, *_so_* sweet. How could this happen to her? She was so confident about being able to contain the magics of the unearthed talisman, *_knew_* it wouldn’t corrupt her. Was eager for the boost to her skills it promised. She said she could hear whispers as she held it, that should have been enough of a hint to throw it to the ground and *_destroy_* it! Any cleric should have had the sense to discard such vile filth. Perhaps that’s just my paladin training.
As soon as she placed the cursed object over her head, allowing the amulet to sit atop her bosom, her robes began to burn. She shrieked, reaching her hands up to her head as light emitted from what little skin was exposed from her modest garb. More and more light blinded our group as her clothing burned, and our group was knocked to the floor by a sudden concussive blast. I had to shield my eyes from the bright light coming from where our cleric stood, still screaming as the relic consumed her.