A Resolution of Bicuriosity (m4m)(savoring)(oral)

: What do you fantasize about? What draws you…here?

:: It’s hard to describe precisely. Probably a man’s arousal itself. How it fills a cock and makes it pulse, move, flex. The shape of a cock is beautiful. And every tiny reaction is mirrored in me. I know what it feels like. What he is experiencing. The shivers. The sighs. The amazing, amazing pleasures.

: Fuck. Your voice is hypnotic. All of those things are happening in me as you describe them….

:: Yes, I can see the beginnings of it in your face. The relaxing and the parting of your lips. Your slower breathing. Color coming into your face. It makes me imagine what it’s like to make you moan. How it will sound. The beautiful pleasure/pain of stretching, building, throbbing.

: Oh fuck….

:: I love how you just closed your eyes to savor the feeling you just had in your cock. That is perfect. Like a meditation. I want to make seconds expand into minutes into hours. I want slow licks to be like an entire lifetime with sensations born, evolving, peaking, then easing. I imagine the carnal dance. Your cock beginning to snap at the first contact, arrowing straight to the ceiling as your neck bends back and the longest, lowest, most exquisite moans erupts from deep in your chest.

Fucking my Friend (f/f/m)

It started out normal. We were just chilling, sitting on the couch and watching movies, eating pizza, just hanging out. We had always been friends, maybe a little closer than friends should be, but friends nonetheless. There had always been a little bit of tension between us, a part of each of us had always been curious about what the person they had sleepovers with, gossipped about boys with, hell, even showered with on occasion, tasted like. What it would feel like to kiss her, to be inside of her, how tight she would be, how electric it would be. Now, she was on my lap, and we were kissing like there was no tomorrow. I was holding her ass, she had a handful of my hair, and it was amazing. He sat behind me, staring at us, watching us, and I knew that he was getting harder and harder by the second. I moved my hands up from her ass to the bottom of her shirt, and slipped my hands underneath. I rubbed my fingertips up and down her back, feeling her breathing get heavy on my mouth. I was so scared that she wouldn’t want this, but she had. She had wanted it for as long as I had, and I was driving her just as crazy as she was driving me. I ran my fingers over the hooks on her bra, and considered unhooking them, but decided not to. Not yet. I kept rubbing her back, just barely touching her skin, every so often slipping my hand under the waistband of her pants. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed to get her shirt off, I needed to see her tits. To feel them. To touch them. I needed them. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up, pulling her closer to me at the same time. I broke away from her for the second that it took to pull her shirt over her head, and it seemed like an eternity. As soon as her head was out of the shirt, her mouth crashed onto mine, and her hands were making their way to the bottom of my shirt. She pulled it over my head and pressed her body into mine as our lips met again. I could feel her nipples pressing against my chest, her bra was thinner than I had thought. I pulled her body into mine even harder, and I unhooked her bra. As I did, I heard a zipper. I glanced over to him, he had his pants down to his knees, and I could see his hand moving under his boxers. He was enjoying what he was seeing.

Held Captive [F/M, Femdom, CNC, Pegging, Chastity, SPH]

I awoke with the shock of baffling consciousness, not sure how I got to where I was. The walls were concrete; old and cracked. A single red lightbulb flickered from its socket, which dangled haphazardly from the worn, mildewed ceiling. I was sitting in a wooden chair and couldn’t move, my hands bound securely behind my back.

An old VHS camcorder was set up directly in front of me and the red light was blinking, as if to remind me I’m being watched. Behind the camera I noticed a large mirror, spotted and smudged from years of neglect. I squinted at my dull reflection and realized for the first time that I was, in fact, completely naked on this chair.

*Where the fuck did my clothes go?!* I glanced down at my bare skin and realized that I was wearing **something**. A shiny metal cage was wrapped tightly around my penis, holding it to my crotch, while my balls hung awkwardly underneath, dripping with sweat. My feet were strapped together and locked to metal rings that had been soldered to the floor. In the mirror I noticed that a large, rusty chain hung overhead, just behind where I sat. I was confused. I was terrified. *How did I get here?*

Out for a drive

Trigger warning – rape, non-con

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There she was, sat at roadworks in the middle of nowhere. I’d seen her leave home, but, using the van, I was struggling to keep up with her car. Andy and I had been driving past her house when she pulled off her drive, nearly causing me to hit her.

I pulled up behind her at the red light and tapped the back of her car. I got out and walked to the driver’s door.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t see you at the lights.” I said.

“You fucking prick, what the fuck were you doing?” She said.

She got out the car, Katie was 5ft 6, blonde, petite with 30B tits. She was delicious. She was wearing black leggings and a white crop top. It was the height of summer so I was a little disappointed that she didn’t have a skirt on, but the leggings made her legs look great.

“I have my insurance in the van, if you want to exchange them.” I said.

Katie wasn’t falling for that line.

“I’ll wait in my car, you can bring them to me.” She said.

[M]y GF sent me next door to her [F]fiend… PT2

For the new readers ➡️ [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/seam8c/my_gf_sent_me_next_door_to_her_friend_update/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

(I had a lot messages last time to be a better Redditor and use formatting. I’ve tried guys😶)

### Soon after

I can’t really remember all of the exact conversations after I returned that night but for a few weeks every other day we’d talk about it and laugh about how weird it was.

Eventually, me and the GF never talked about it again and ironically never even tried anal.

I’d only see Zoe on my GF’s Snap/Insta or hear her through the wall on the phone etc. Up until September when she moved two floors below. (Note this)

### Later / December 2021

There was an end of year party for the students and their plus-ones. I’ve been to a few of these so was familiar with everyone.

Zoe was there obviously and it was the first time I had seen her face-to-face in over a year. (She looked the same, cute face, perfect skin, nerdy glasses, looked like she had lost some weight)

We caught up and it was completely normal. No conversation about our encounter and it was really normal. I felt quite relieved actually.

I stuck my dick in crazy [MF] [bondage]

It was nothing like how they showed on TV — for starters, Jamie remember it all, he never blacked out. The car, driver oblivious to his presence. The crunch of his bike tire twisting out of shape. His hind-brain reaction, flinging himself away unthinkingly. Landing on the ground, his helmet bouncing off the asphalt. And it was all so quiet, out on these rural roads, away from passersby or witnesses, the breeze and birds ambivalent to the drama below.

He groaned and sat up, catching his breath. He looked at the car — a German luxury SUV, license plate frame declaring “Angels are watching over me.” He sighed.

The bike? He surveyed. The frame… it might be salvageable. The rear tire, total loss. The derailleur–

“Oh wow, are you ok?”

Jamie looked up at the speaker. The driver of the car, a petite woman, weirdly nonchalant considering that she’d just ran him over. Her colors were all bright and summery — pastel yellow capris and a pastel pink blouse, with a thin pastel green sweater over it. It occurred to Jamie she was the color of a dinner mint. He chuckled, “Good Lord.”

Emily’s first public masturbation [F/M]

Today was the day, Emily was determined to cum outside of her house. Just thinking about cumming where she wasn’t supposed to got her moist. She had thought of going to a movie and masturbating in the back of the theatre but she wasn’t sure that would be public enough. Next she thought about going to the mall and taking clothes into a change room, getting fully naked behind a curtain and cumming there. She had watch so many videos online of women doing that and always came herself while watching them. This was exciting but she didn’t think it was risky enough. Finally she thought she would go to the public library. She was sure she would be able to find a spot in there that would give her some privacy but was also somewhat in the public eye.

The next thing on her list was how she was going to get herself off. Would she bring her trusty rabbit? No, it would be too visible if someone walked by. She figured her remote control vibrating egg might just do there trick.

But what I hadn’t been thinking about until now was his mom Pt 1

I had just got back into town after my first year of college. I hadn’t seen Ray in quite some time since we got into different schools. I had been thinking about him a lot since he was my best friend, but what I hadn’t been thinking about until now was his mom. I had only barely knocked as the door opened. There she was leaning in the door frame. She was tall and curvy. Her body stuck out in just the right places. Her red hair came down in waves around her face complimented by rosy cheeks and amber eyes. Her lips were bright red. She had little freckles that looked like they were hiding. She was squeezed into a tight white tank top that looked like it could burst open at any minute, not to mention the bra she wasn’t wearing. Her blue jeans looked a bit too tight showing off her curves and leading you to her bright white feet in flip flops. Her toe nails were painted red. She spoke softly.

“Can I help you?” I froze in place.

[M/F] My night with George – The hottest stranger ever…

It was a Friday night and I was bored. All my friends were either sick with covid or not going out that night. I hit up my friend Chris who is a tattoo artist. He just opened a new tattoo shop and he invited me to come down and drink some white claws and hang with him. When I got there he was painting a door and it was super boring. I drank one white claw and I decided to go! I said bye to Chris and got in my car! It was like 10p.m. I checked how far away the tattoo shop was to Club 5150.

For anyone who is curious about what Club 5150 is, its a swingers lifestyle club located on Tropicana and pecos. They are set up as an old 70’s house which they turned into a Sex Club. There is 2 levels and a dungeon, along with 2 stripper poles and a spa and huge outdoor seating area, they have a pool table and there is an awesome BYOB policy. The vibe is more of a house party or a frat party vibe. They have closed rooms which get utilized a lot! Speaking from experience, haha!