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Ex-gf tries anal for the first time with hung coworker [MF]

**Read First:** If you haven’t already read my other post, I’d suggest glancing at it as the story includes some background on me and Nicole, as well as the first “cuckolding” experience that she did to me. This story will be so much better with the context of the other story. [Other post link.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oiazfl/how_i_developed_a_cuckold_fetish_with_my_ex_mf/)

Nicole’s birthday was coming up and I wanted to get her something sexual. I thought about lingerie but ended up making the decision to ship her a butt plug from Amazon. You’ve probably seen those gem butt plugs before, that’s what I bought for her in a medium size. When we were together, she never liked having her ass played with and we certainly never got to try anal.

She texted me when she opened the package laughing about the “gag” gift I had sent her. I tried to play it off like it was a joke and she should like it since it was her favorite color (pink). She laughed and said she’d have to pick out matching panties when she wears it. Read more »

[FF] [college] [friends to lovers]

Originally (and perhaps too eagerly) posted to r/lesbianerotica. I’ve made some minor corrections and tweaks after proofreading.

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Months of quarantine sitting hunched over a laptop- and without a proper desk- had done a number on my body. I found myself readjusting my posture far too often. Changing my sitting position from cross-legged to sidesaddle could mean getting a serious cramp in my side. Before the pandemic, my best friend Monica and I were always saying how we should get together to do yoga. We both still had the mats we’d used in a yoga class a few semesters ago. Maybe it was time to hit her up.

I hate calling people- it’s already hard for me to keep a conversation going in person. But Monica loves to talk, and I could listen to her all day. She’s so expressive, both verbally and nonverbally. I wish that level of expression could come naturally to me, but that’s the struggle of being autistic. Monica’s easy to talk to, though. I FaceTime her.

The ringer starts and loops a few times before her face appears.

“Heyyy, what’s up Jess?” Then she gasps and says, “I love your hair, it’s grown out so much!” Read more »

Just Friends [MF]

I was still asleep when I first heard the doorbell ring. I looked at the time and it was already past 11am but I still felt like sleeping. The doorbell stopped but then came a loud knocking so I had to get up. I didn’t even bother to put on a shirt I just had my sweatpants on when I opened the door. Leah stood there wearing some high waisted pants and a T-shirt that her nipples were just barely poking through.

“May I come in?” Leah asks.
“Yeah, yeah come on in.” I say

I watch as her dark curly hair goes bouncing past me, we had been friends for years first meeting in college but staying close since. I had a girlfriend when we met but I always found her attractive, I watched as she went through different partners both men and women. Our friendship just seemed to grow platonically which I was fine with. The thing was I broke up with my long time girlfriend not long ago and I knew Leah didn’t have anyone at the moment. Read more »

My [F] first visit to a BDSM regular’s table that escalated to the humiliation of a [M] switch in front of all his friends and his girlfriend. He was a nice pet for the evening!

So, this happened before the pandemic and I must admit, it was a very memorable night.

A little backstory: I am Emma. I was 26 at the time and was going through a rough time. I have always been prone to BDSM. Mostly with my ex-girlfriend Molly, who lovingly forced me to take the submissive part. But as the years went by, I discovered my more dominant side and I loved acting on it. It was a big part of the relationship, that I was in from the age of 18 until more or less 26. But as that was over, I was having a hard time getting on with my life and dating. And as I was raveling in my self-pity, my best friend, Jason, suggested (it was more of a command on second thought), we’d go to a regular’s table, where people that were into BDSM would meet.

Jason picked an evening and place, where the whole bar would be just for the people of that regular’s table. It was a kind of private party, but not that private after all, since everyone interested was welcome. I was sold the idea with the words: „oh common Em, you know I have a hard time finding anyone with my kinks, I need you to be my wing-woman”. Read more »

Mrs. Jansen’s Cleaning Service [femdom] [non-consent] [f4m]

There was a window of time after I graduated from college where I was really putting myself out there, looking for a good job that would make the 4 years I had just spent in school seem worth it. I quickly realized that the small college town I resided in had little to offer, so I decided to relocate to a nearby bigger city.

The only catch was I was a young single guy who didn’t have any money. Or a job. So, I started scouring ads looking for someone in need of a roommate, hoping to find a place where I could maybe work fast food until I found an actual good job. And surprisingly, I hit the jackpot. Or so I thought.

The ad read: “Older lady in search of younger roommate to help with chores in exchange for room and board.”

This was perfect! I called her up and immediately connected with a woman named Mrs. Jansen. As it turned out, she was neither the elderly nor handicapped person I assumed she would be. Read more »

Don’t Just Look Part 2 [m/f][step-brother]

18+
Consent is key

It was Sunday and it had been a little over a week since my hot neighbor had claimed my little hole and I hadn’t heard from him since. ‘Why are men so strange?’ That’s what I was wondering to myself as I adjusted my plump tits in my sundress in front of my mirror. They were a little pornographic and it was a family gathering so I was trying to tuck them far enough into my dress to avoid being told to change by my step-dad.

Him and my step-brother were always getting after me when I dressed too sexy. I pressed the dress down against my body, it flared out away to hide the little bit of tummy I was still working to get rid of and it reached pretty low on my thighs but it was light enough and cut in a way that if I spun or moved quickly it would show more leg. I could probably pull off bending over in it without showing too much, maybe just a hint of my thick ass, maybe just a hint of panty. I smiled at my reflection as I slipped my freshly pedicured feet into my sandals blew myself a kiss. Even if the cookout ended up being boring, at least the selfies would be fire. Read more »

Rose Of Two Thorn’s Journal Entry part 9-10 Dream Master (FF MM MF MFF MFM Bondage Solo Toys Dominatrix)

Wishing my heartbeat would go still. The guilt of reading Becca’s journal. Her most private thoughts, feelings and sexual desires must have been written all over my face. Swallowing hard, I waited for the ultimate execution of a friendship that I should have been able to save.
Watching in slow motion as the door swung in. Silently… just like what the horror writers are always saying just before the last murder. Feeling that door open, the further it swung in the shorter my breath had becum. Swallowing hard… once again. Hearing the click of my only door into or out of the room! Feeling it shut, it latch reminded me of a prison cell door. Feeling the hot breath caressing my neck. Cascading down my back as I dared to breath. Feeling the same lips that have been tormenting me all day as they laid upon my bare skin. The need to apologize had been caught in my throat as I feel the gripping of my breasts. The pressure of her tits as they are pressed into my back.
Somewhere, I swear I heard her say, “So, what did you think of my writing?” The pressure of her lips, the scrap of her teeth against my neck only got one response…
“Ooooh” as my body shook from the inside.
Wanting to tell her that every page I read, every page I lived… The pull to my breasts, even as I look down. Even as my own hands cum up to clasp over hers, everything feels like a p.o.v. camera. Going from my own view to that of my breasts. Zooming in on all four hands caressing, pulling, squeezing on my tits! Massaging the areola. To the pinkness of my nips as Becca’s fingers have trap them in between her fingers. Then whoosh, getting the up front view of my pussy. The wetness from all this attention. From my breasts, the squeezing, the torture that it all must cause. To the feel of each and every kiss that she has laid upon me.
Even now as the camera starts to slowly track my body up. Slowly retracting to see my hips, the way they react to this excitement. The way they respond to the sensual treatment of my breasts, of my neck.
Slowly moving up to my stomach. To the way I suck it in while Becca’s hands caress my body. To the way I can always tell from the depth of my stomach the amount of orgasmic trills that is coursing through my body.
Tightening up as the camera moves up further. Capturing my lower rib cage. Watching as my diaphragm is left in a state of pure ecstasy. From the kiss along my backside. To the woman handling I had been getting.
Wanting to say something, anything before.. before… “Ooh fuckkk Mmmmmmmmm” even as that.. that plea for mercy that left my mouth. That sound cried out for her to continue her molestation of my body! Of.. of…
Spinning me around while side stepping my trembling form.
Taking my breast, my whole fucking breast in her mouth. The suction of her mouth. The flicking of her tongue scored against my nip. The feel of that wide tongue being matched against a tiny nipple… The feel of the lick, the unadulterated passion that transferred from her body to mine. The shock from my lungs to my mouth. Throwing my head back, not giving a dam if my strength was high enough. Not giving a dam if my body could handle a standing orgasm. It struck!
“Yesss, lick Mmm nip Ooh” feeling the after effects of a nipple lick. The springing action, the flinging of the moisture that has gathered on the tip of my nip. How hard it has becum by the simple rebound. By the simple touch of her lips as they closed in. Caressing, smoothing the very thing that always stood out above my mound of succulent skin.
Quaking from all of this attention. From the kissing, from the caressing to the lip dragging down my back. And now to the front, my front the very place where her lips touched my breast. The very place where she, Becca had stolen my breath in her mood of seduction.
Stumbling back, catching myself on the table. The same table where her steamy journal lay. The same table where.. my fight of refusal had disappeared without a fight! Where I, Nya simply must place my back against this cool surface that stole my response.
“Ooo Ooo” I began, knowing in a very short few seconds my next, more passionate moan would!.. “Oh yesss! Fuckkk Mmm! Now Ooh, now Ooooh.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh” giving my body zero time to react, zero time for my body to recover before moaning anew.
Being proped up like some fuck doll. Being eaten by a wild woman! My cunt did not know what or where to go, instead it started to spasm. Started to recoil! Even as my hands pulled her in. Pulled Becca in as my cunt was about to…
“OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuckkk Mmmmmmmmm… Yesssssssss” my rotation, my bounding up and down for her tongue to get deeper, to drive me wild just before I creamed all over Becca’s face.
Pulling her up, by the hair. Sucking on her lips. Licking off the flavor of my cunt from her lips. Plunging down into Becca’s throat. Showing her thanks for eating me out. Biting on her bottom lip as I retreat. Stretching it out feeling her vulnerability, her need to be dominated. Read more »