Tag: Straight

The Virgin Priest Pt. 15 [MM]

When they returned to the room, Luke settled into the bed next to Asmodeus. Asme, rather. His lover pulled Luke against his firm body, and they settled with content. Asme stroked his arm gently. The demon threw his leg over the top of Luke’s. It all felt natural, much to Luke’s surprise. It felt like he was made to be in this man’s arms.

“Where are your wings, As?” Luke asked. He made it a point to use As. The demon grumbled.

“You’re about to lose the privilege of calling me Asme,” Asmodeus grazed his cheek over the top of Luke’s head, “I will make you call me Deus if you keep going.”

“I will never call you Deus, demon. In the short time I’ve known you, you have given my life more meaning and joy than God ever did. You are not a duty I was forced into. I chose you.”

Luke felt Asme relax behind him. The demon squeezed him a little tighter. Luke swore he could hear his Prince choking up a little behind him, but he wouldn’t dare point it out. Read more »

The time some friends and I [F] [Group] got drunk at a birthday party and an innocent game of truth or dare (but mostly just dare) devolved into absolute sexual degeneracy (Long Post!)

**(I have hundreds experiences I can tell you guys on here, and this is just one of them! I loved telling my last story yesterday and can’t wait to tell more of them! I hope you all enjoy.)**

**Just curious if people prefer long stories like this to be written on a single post or should I break them up into parts and make 2 or 3 different posts? Let me know in the comments for the future. Thanks!**

**I’m sorry if the story kind of drags on for too long, I like to give as much detail as my memory will allow. I write these for my own entertainment mostly, because reliving these memories turns me on haha. But yeah, I know it’s a long post and I salute anyone who manages to read the whole thing. Apologies in advance for any spelling errors. I wrote this on mobile without autocorrect.**

**I can do a Q/A in the comments so if you have any questioms feel free to ask!**
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New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 254-256) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]

**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.

Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.

## 254: The Cock Gifter (18+)

“P-please! I beg you!” the masked shirtless man prostrated himself before Beatrice. “Give me my cock! I’ll do anything!”

“There are certain rules that—”

“Anything!”

“Very well,” Beatrice sighed feigning that this was some great favor that took a lot of effort. Not that she wasn’t keen to help the poor eunuch out, especially when it was easier for her than making a cup of coffee and meant so much to the man, not to mention, also kind of fun. *I couldn’t dare hope I’d find a way to justify that Enhancement so quickly.*

“First of all, you cannot tell anyone of the powers I possess!” Beatrice instructed the desperate man.

“I swear I will not tell a soul!” Read more »

[MF] The only thing she wanted is to not want it.

Warning: This story is entirely about casual yet wholesome rape.

This small collection of stories is a love letter to my favorite sex toy. I met her when she was 22 and all she knew of sex was slow missionary and the ineffectual humping of a puppy-dog college boyfriend. She was shy, sweet and oh so bashful about anything naughty until I tied her hands to my headboard and forcibly ate her out at the end of our first date. She tried to say no, but the sound that actually left her mouth was a groan. She came in fourteen licks, while I was still warming up my tongue, and when she caught her breath afterwards all she could do was look at me and blush at how hard she had gotten off. That’s how we met, and that pretty much set the tone for how sex would be for the rest of the relationship.

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Dancing with myself [T], part 2

Read part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u18jek/dancing_with_myself_t_a_rave_journal_pt_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)!

For at least thirty minutes I crawled and climbed over the table, pushing the toy in and out of my ass, riding it, twerking on it, cumming straight onto the floor as I ran my hands over my damp, smooth skin.  After standing back up for a quick breather, an idea hit me.  I took a bong rip and another shot (yes I like to mix my chemicals haha), tide my hair up into two tight buns on the side of my head, grabbed my bottle of Astroglide and began pouring the slick substance all over me, working it on to every inch of my exposed body.

It was at that moment that I truly desired someone else was there with me, because the feeling of flesh sliding effortlessly across flesh sent me over the edge.  If I got sticky I simply spritzed myself down a bit and kept touching myself, my hands gliding down my shoulders and arms, grabbing my waist and ass, my legs snaking together, my skin aglow and reflecting the psychedelic laser light display.  I had a cup of ice cubes (both real and little plastic ice packs that wouldn’t drip)that I put to good use on my body as well, letting one melt on my tongue while the others traced cold lines across my skin.  I didn’t even need to touch privates, my entire body was an erogenous zone, and while I didn’t orgasm in the bodily sense, my mind was cumming out of control. Read more »

Movie date night and hotel sex (M/F) [D/s][Degrading][Primal]

You surprised us with an evening at the movies so I went and got ready. Im wearing my yellow date dress, it’s a cute milkmaid style you know the ones I like they look so cute and innocent and some evening heels. It’s a warm night so my hair is up off my neck tonight, some small brown and blonde tresses fall out slightly, just tickling my nape. It’s just a comfy casual night with either a late dinner after or take out back to the hotel you booked us. You’re wearing dark jeans, a simple black t shirt which stops just deliciously on your biceps and trainers.

Once we’re ready we leave and walk to the cinema, it’s only 3 doors down from the hotel so it’s a quick walk. We’re holding hands and I’m tucked into your side with my spare hand around your forearm. We quickly get our tickets and some popcorn – always salty popcorn for me so I hope we agree. We make our way to the screen number and take our seats. We chat away as the cinema fills up and its packed! All seats are taken, I’m on your right and pulled towards you as much as possible. There’s a group of men on my right too, I don’t see who’s on your side. Read more »

Re-connecting with a student at an international conference [MF] [Student/Teacher]

Disclaimer: My Reddit username is a pseudonym, not my real name.

I’m currently a professor in a STEM field. I interact with about 200 students each semester. Some of these interactions are more memorable than others.

This is a story from only a few years ago where I ended up seeing one of my favorite students at a conference in our field years after she graduated.

I may have gushed a bit much in this one. Sorry if that’s not your cup of tea. I loved having her in my classes and I guess I can’t help but get mushy when talking about her.

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Conferences are fun. I get to spend a week immersed in my field listening to people give talks about the latest research happening. They tend to be in other countries so they are my main mechanic to travel. I usually go to two or three a year, it’s great.

They are also big social events for academics. After each day has ended, everyone converges onto a hotel or nearby bar for drinks. Some people say this is where the “real” conference happens – everyone discussing research, creating new collaborations, and pseudo interviewing people for jobs. Read more »

Academic Discipline [mind control] [corruption] [bondage] [f+m+]

Mr. Carlos stood out in the open square and looked at his three delinquent prospects. Two girls, Cindy and Vera, and a boy, Erik. Vera had one hand on her forearm, looking down and away from him with fear in her eyes. Erik stared straight ahead, looking like a recruit out of a war movie. Cindy, the shortest of the three, just looked bored.

“So who wants to tell me what happened?” Mr. Carlos said, crossing his arms and looking down at the three. Around them, other prospects passed, some on their way to training sessions. Others had stopped to watch. Most of the looky-loos were his, but he spotted a few belonging to other councilors.

It was fine, either way. For what Mr. Carlos had in mind, he could make use of them all.

The boy, Erik, spoke up in a clear, confident tone. “Mr. Carlos. We’d gone to retrieve some training material left at the Learning Center. We didn’t want to risk not having it for the Morning Session. It took longer than we thought, and it kept us out past curfew.” Read more »

After the gym [FF]

After I finished class for the day, I went to the campus gym. Normally I hate working out but I’ve managed to find some extra motivation lately. I did my normal routine, spending thirty minutes on the treadmill before moving onto one of the resistance machines to work my legs. Nothing too strenuous but I worked up a nice sweat. In fact, working up a sweat was the main reason I was there. When the work out was over, I sent a text, then stretched a bit. I smiled when I got the answer then left the gym. I grabbed my bag from the locker room, but I didn’t bother showering or changing.

I walked across campus to one of the dorm towers and got into the elevator. There were a couple of other people in there with me, and based on their reactions I could tell they could smell the gym on me, but they probably assumed I was heading to my room for a shower rather than showering at the gym. They were wrong, but that wasn’t any of their business. I got off on the eighth floor, and walked down to a room near the end of the hall. Read more »

Pulled Over – Glossy Handed

Don’t you fucking hate it when a cop gets behind you and you just know you’re going to get pulled over? Like something inside is triggered or pressed and all of a sudden you don’t know how to act? Welp, imagine you’re so fucking horny that you decide to shove a vibrating dildo in your pussy and decide to take a little drive…

It’s been awhile since I’ve had sex, I kinda have bad luck. As in finding someone to fuck. I think about sex too often, perhaps a little too often. I think about the build up, how it’s always fun; being under the hands and control of someone else rather than my own. Make me cum and maybe I’ll become more submissive.

I watched a public porn clip and was inspired to go take a drive while having my tits out and riding a dildo as I cruise and hit some bumps. Some might say desperate? Perhaps aha but I was truly inspired (horny). I like being slutty in public. When it’s appropriate of course, as no families around or whatever. Don’t get it twisted I’m a well mannered, classy slut. Anyways, I decided to charged my pink vibrating dildo as I slipped into a stretchy towel like light greet skirt. No panties, no bra, just a loose white T somewhat sheer. Read more »