Tag: Straight

Birth of a Vampire, In Des Moines?

This story contains rape, abuse, suicide and retribution. It’s also in development. If it goes well, the next chapter will have more erotic content but for now I’m just writing it out to see if I like the characters.

“There, the one with the black hoodie and purple backpack.” Serena says. “I’ve connected with her a few times and she’s possibly the most tortured being I’ve ever felt.”

I reach out for myself, just to confirm. It’s not necessary; I can see the pain in her eyes and feel it radiate from her soul. As soon as I connect, the pain is overwhelming. It’s nearly too much for me to bear and I break the connection immediately.

“Yes,” I agree, “Good work Serena. She definitely needs our help.”

“What do I need to do?” Serena asks.

“If the pain I felt is any indication, tonight is the night. She’s going to try tonight. Watch her closely but don’t intervene. When the time comes, call me and I’ll come present her with the options.”

“And the punishment? We can’t let them get away with this.” Read more »

The Witch Hunter, Chapter V [bdsm] [noncon]

Chapter 5 – The Hard Part

The polite tones of goodbyes could be heard coming down the street to Weiss’ hiding spot, all in Russian of course. He understood some of it but his knowledge of the language was rusty at best. He snuffed out his cigarette and tossed it onto the ground, he only smoked when he was anxious.

“Nice lady. You know her?” The boy told him as he came around the corner into the alleyway. With a few small adjustments of his coat and hat he had gone from a friendly young comrade to a shifty street rat.

“No. What’d she look like?” Weiss’ sentences were short and probably seemed terse, but he was struggling enough with the kid’s accent, improving his vocabulary could wait.

“I don’t know, dark hair. Blue eyes I think.”

“Pretty?”

“What kind of creep are you?” The kid laughed. It took a few seconds for Weiss to figure out what he was saying. He hadn’t told him anything about what he was up to, he must have been curious though. Read more »

[F4M] Stepsister’s Place: Protect [Book 1 of 4][Stepsister-Stepbrother][Fingering][Handjob][Seduction]

**Chapter One**

**John**
John felt her fingers caress his shaft slowly. His baggy white briefs stood taunt with his throbbing cock pointing towards his stepsister, Marie, who laid in his bed across from him. Their faces were only a foot apart, but they were completely shrouded in darkness in this bedroom.

He didn’t move–he couldn’t.  He was afraid. Even though he was 20 years old, and she was his 18-year-old little sister, he was afraid. John feared how wrong this was. 

Are we going to hell? He thought.

He feared the unknown.

I’m a virgin, what if I do something wrong?

But most of all, he feared she would stop.

Marie’s hand reverse wrapped around his throbbing shaft and stroked him up and down as best she could. She wore just a long thin white gown. His right hand cupped her cheek as my left hand rested on her breasts. Slowly, as her hand became more comfortable on his shaft, stroking him gently, John began to massage her left breast. Without a bra on, he could feel her full heavy breast as he gently squeezed and rubbed his thumb over her nipple. Read more »

The first time I enjoyed CNC (MF)

This has been a cautiously navigated rabbit hole, for sure, and one that I never expected to enjoy as much as I do. I’m writing this up because my good slut has opened up to me about how much she needs and craves being used with no option for her to stop, and that she feels safe exploring that with me. I’m reminded of the first time I ever felt ok with going there with someone, so here it is.

Kim was a cook and a restaurant manager. I met her through an old friend who ended up owning a handful of restaurants. He and I got through college together making a lot of money serving a lot of food. I got away from that, but my buddy doubled down. He got into a sticky situation with one restaurant he’d taken over and had to gut the shady staff. He asked me to come help out with a few dinner rushes for a couple weeks while he hired new staff. I did, and Kim was his trusted manager. Read more »

Part 2 of how I [M] was blessed by gods

This is the part 2 of my story of how I was blessed by the gods. Part 1 is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qroh1n/story_of_how_i_m_was_blessed_by_the_gods/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

So after the girl’s roommate licked my asshole, I was like holy shit it’s a three way. But no!!! The roommate who was completely fucking naked just casually walked out. “What the fuck is going on” I think to myself.

The Mexican girl pushes me out of her mouth and begins to rub her finger on my asshole and says “suck my titty papi” and I oblige! I shit you not fellas, at one point, her whole tit was in my mouth as she was vigorously fingering herself.

She then lightly slaps my face to get my attention, I look up at her and she pushes me off her. “Lay on ground” she says. I assume she wants to ride me but instead, she tells me to roll onto my stomach. Out of mind cause of horniness, I roll over and she buries her face in my ass, devouring it with her tongue. She is just pushing her face deeper into licking everything. Read more »

The First Snow (M/M)

I had returned home for the Christmas holiday season to spend time with family and friends. This time of course involved a trip home to my former high school. I had enjoyed high school for the most part, and loved to support the school whenever I could, be it through a small donation of money or my time and services. There were many great options.

As I pulled up to the school for the girls sporting event that night I was greeted by an old friend who was there to watch the game. “Hi” he said nervously, looking down at his shoes a bit. I asked him how he was doing, and he responded “I’m alright”. We traded niceties back and forth for a few minutes before heading in to watch the game.

This man was several years younger than me, and I had met him through an extracurricular during my sophomore year. Time went on and as more of the underclassmen got to know me, so did he. He was now a Senior and eighteen years old, and damn did he look fine. While we hadn’t grown very tall, he had taken on the perfect form of a twink save for some mustache hair on his face that almost looked like peach fuzz. He was wearing tight grey jogger pants and I definitely did not regret getting a chance to look at his firmly shaped ass on the way in thanks to the joggers, which were defined in all the right places without a doubt. Read more »

[MF] Face-fucking my girlfriend while her mom gardened just outside the window!

*Note: This is another 100% true story about my ex-girlfriend, who I am calling Angie. We had a lot of sexual adventures together, and I’ve been enjoying remembering and writing about them. If you like this story, please comment or send me a message, I would love to connect! And let me know if you would like more memories of Angie.*

My ex-girlfriend Angie loved to fuck, but had a hard time climaxing. She needed very specific triggers in order to come, and only rarely was I able to get her to finish without meeting one of these demands. One of the few ways that guaranteed a climax was for Angie to lie on her back while I straddled her face. If I fucked her mouth while she touched herself, she would come within minutes every time. I had never face-fucked a girl before Angie, and I haven’t since. It was never a huge turn-on for me, but I’ll admit, even now, thinking about Angie cumming while I thrust my cock into her open mouth, makes me start to get hard. Read more »

Lewd (MF) (Alley)

A wave of shame suddenly washes over me. No. Shame is too judgmental, too soaked in sin.

Embarrassment? We are past that, surely.

No. Something specific, new. I feel *lewd*.

Partly responsible is this twilight alley, the waft of the restaurant’s bins, the indents of the brick still visible on the back of my arms, my ass. The way the crisp night air crackles against my exposed, sopping slit as I assume the most undignified of positions. Squatting in 5-inch heels is not easy. Fortunately they are clunky, platform-style ones or I would have no chance of maintaining this at all. My default position for so long has been to kneel, a default I hope has considerable mileage yet. But this reminds me of the need to train, reinstate my ‘corrupt fitness goals’ regime.

Calves burning, my gaze returns to you as your fingers grip my hair, twisting slightly. Your eyes seem to penetrate me, even in this dim light they seem to shine. *Taste yourself,* you grin, enjoying the chance to issue the order, however redundant. You know I will suck your gleaming cock, coated in my juices. The only question is whether you order or I beg. Read more »

Hunting at the EDM Festival [mffm, enm, swinging, drugs]

The hill rose gently away from the main stage, far enough away that it wasn’t packed with people, but close enough to be able to see into the crowd. The sunset behind the stage was beautiful, with deep orange and red hues that turned slowly into purple and blue. I could see her dancing in the distance, not too far from the DJ. She danced alone, in groups, with women, and with men. She danced with passion and vigor, just as she had done for the last couple of hours. 

 
I danced too, because what else was I here to do, in this most amazing of venues in Brazil. Peoplewatching was a fantastic alternative, but dancing was the best. It had been over two years since my last EDM festival, and I could tell the crowd was just as excited to be there as I was.
 

Eventually I made my way back to the hill, and I saw her traipsing up from the other side to meet me. It was our designating meeting spot, and I couldn’t help but appreciate the view.
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Sophie’s Secrets #4 – Sophie finds out what happens to little girls who tease. (Mf, chastity, denial, teasing, BDSM, DDlg)

You don’t need to read the other parts, but it does add more color to the story. Check out my profile and click “Master links” for the other sections.

**5. Punishment**

*Mark*

“She’s killing me, Ben, I don’t know what to do.”

Reuben Weston and I sat on the screened-in porch of his big southern-styled mansion sipping whiskey. It was a Friday evening, and I’d come over to his house for some much-needed advice.

“You can’t let her know I’m giving you details about our sex life. Well, our… not-sex life,” I clarified.

“Of course not.” Ben reassured me. “She’d explode into a puff of embarrassed pink smoke, and glitter, and… whatever else little girls are made of.”

“Sugar and spice and seduction,” I muttered. “The little hussy.”

“She’s been pushing you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as if he were surprised. Read more »