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Becoming a Pro Dom’s Kitten, P. 2: Hitching a Ride [FM]

[The First Night](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hfc289/becoming_a_pro_doms_kitten_the_first_night_fm/)

*At the end of this, there’s some rambling stuff in italics. If you want JUST the sexy stuff, read on, ignore the italics, and wait for part three. If you want the more honest truth about these events, keep your eyes out for italics.*

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Everything my life was, everything I thought I was…was different. I felt magical, vibrant, alive. With renewed confidence, I continued pursuing friendships. Put my nose to the grindstone academically. My parents planned a trip to come see my sister and I–my sister had started university in Nearby City two years previous, and she and her boyfriend would be hosting Thanksgiving that year. I was looking forward to it. I’d been missing them, even though I was quick spending all my time with new friends.

And speaking near-constantly with my new Sir.

Rick was….

Rick was a god to me. I can’t explain it any other way. His confidence, his presence, his aura in the company of others in the scene. He had been a professional dominant for many a year at this point, and I felt beyond blessed to be in his presence. I felt honored that he had noticed me, an eighteen-year-old BDSM virgin. A froshie university student, far from home, who was oh-so-vulnerable. Read more »

Your new toy [D/s][Bondage]

“Eva!?” I hear your yell from across the apartment. Tossing my textbook aside, I jump up from the couch, practically sprinting towards the bedroom. I wrack my brain as I run, going through the last couple days in my mind and trying to remember if I did anything stupid. I open the door and it takes all my willpower to stop myself from laughing. You’re lying on the bed, naked, a broken mess of silicone which, unless I totally miss my guess, used to be the custom sleeve I got you for Christmas (“You know I do have to study at some point?”), in one hand. But it’s the expression on your face that kills me. The sad, pleading puppy dog eyes look ridiculous on you, especially since you’re the boss this week.

“What happened?” I ask, mostly failing to hide a grin.

“Well, I, um…it broke.” The badly hidden grin turns into a badly hidden burst of laughter.

“It’s not funny!” You say, anger fizzling into a small smile. “Okay, it’s kind of funny.”

Climbing onto the bed, I cuddle in next to you. Read more »

Movie Night With Him : Dutiful Housewife Story [MF]

*This story is the second erotic collaboration between [F]* u/LittleNaty *(Author/Model) and [M]* u/MrQuick83 *(Developmental Editor/Co-Author). We both hope you enjoy this work of pornography as much as we enjoyed creating it!*

Well hello. My name is Naty. Do you remember me? I told you before how beneath my shy, exterior there beats the heart of an entirely different 27 year old woman. A woman of desires…. of *hungers*. I work hard to conceal the fact that I am an insatiably horny slut who *always* wants to be fucked. John’s possessiveness has only made it more difficult to hide my true nature. I can’t tell him this, but I’ll share with you. As long as you can keep it our little secret.

Even after my last adventure, John never quite figured out that his dutiful little housewife has a constant craving for hard, throbbing cock. Oh, my dear reader, I needed it so BADLY one night. I was laying on our bed waiting for him to get home. Wearing nothing but a pretty black lace bra and panties, I awaited his arrival. When I heard him coming I had already been stroking my pussy getting it nice and wet for him when he burst into the room saying: Read more »

My slutty step-sister Kylie [MF] [Incest] [69] [Step-siblings]

My name is Jacob. I’m 18 years old, I just graduated high school a month ago, and the summer is as boring as it’ll ever be with my mom and stepsister. Little did I know, this was about to change.

We live in a middle class home in northern Georgia. My dad left my mom when I was five, and she married my stepdad four years later. I hadn’t seen my dad ever since- not that that’s a bad thing anyways. My stepdad is a 39 year old flight attendant so he wasn’t home very often.

My mom, 38, had gone through several different jobs since dating my biological father. They were two dumb, washed up and horny young adults that winded up having me when they just simply weren’t ready. She currently works at a bakery, making just enough for her and my stepdad to support us.

My stepsister Kylie and I got along pretty well. We were close growing up and then relationship just seemed to never die out until she went to college. She was one year ahead of me, and was back for summer break now finally getting to see me. Read more »

Tennis Shoes Girl [baited, semi-consent, fiction, age-gap]

My apartment building is an old hotel with a staircase that goes up eight stories. It takes a few minutes to walk the whole thing, which I like to do instead of taking the elevator.

Each flight is a little too tall between landings, and a couple of times, in the hot months of the summer, I’ve encountered a woman in a skirt coming down while I was going up. Both times, I could tell that they felt unexpectedly exposed. They would squeeze their thighs together and shuffle as quickly past me as possible. Me being 6’4”, 215 pounds, athletic and very not-white, it’s not a totally unexpected reaction. And I’m not proud to say that I get a twinge of satisfaction when small women get a little tense around me. Lucky for me, I’m also very handsome, and have a deep, kind voice – so a smile and a “hey” usually puts them at ease. A little. Read more »

She Just Needed a Cheating Nudge to Become the Hot Wife

After four days of adulterous debauchery, by both of them, Michelle returned home. Tyler picked her up from the airport and asked about her trip. She rambled on about boring meetings and dinner parties and sprinkled in a bit of pool and beach time. The whole time she was thinking of Ben, and the other two guys that she let violate her body in every possible way. She wasn’t necessarily thinking of the men themselves, but rather the hot sex and unspeakable acts of passion that made her feel alive. Tyler pretended to listen, but he too had other things on his mind; the mischievous games that he and Rachel played while his wife was out of town. He thought of how she dressed in his wife’s lingerie, how she wore one of her dresses out on a date, and how he fucked her with it still on. He wasn’t proud of his cheating, but he didn’t feel guilty either. Neither of them did. They both thought they were keeping a sexy slice of life to themselves, a secret, and the other was completely innocent. That part turned them both on.

Michelle said, “So, about our sex life. I’m all for spicing things up, but let’s start slow.” Read more »

[MF] Date night leads to fucking in the garage

I’ve gotten a bit into woodworking, and by a bit, I mean a lot! My wife has been suffering a bit, not because I love her any less, I just have been spending more time making things than I should. It was a day like any other, I’d woken up with some serious morning wood. I looked over at my gorgeous sleeping beauty and sighed. I put my arm around her and spooned up, cupping her left breast in my hand, feeling her rear end against my loins. This is one of my favorite ways (and times of day) to make a move and have some sexy time :) It wasn’t happening this morning though.

We must have laid like that for a while, I think I may have drifted back to sleep for a bit – erection notwithstanding. I did have to get out of bed to check in with work though. So I hauled myself up and went to put on some pants – my shorts all tented out, I was still at full mast. My wife rolled over, and glanced at me sleepily, and giggled a little at my sorry state, and as she did I think she realized what we’d missed. A little annoyed, I said I had to have breakfast and get to work. Damn she was hot though. She was sleeping in a sheer silk tank top, that didn’t leave much to the imagination – as she sat in bed I could see both nipples and the swell of her breasts. I had to get to work though, and our daughter was already waking up. Read more »

Post-op [T]rans girl bangs [M]ale coworker

Hey y’all! Sorry its been a while since my last story but I wrote this one months ago and then all this *gestures widely* happened and didn’t feel like posting. Hope you like it!

I just started a new job where I’m out as a queer trans woman for the first time, and it’s been nice to not have that barrier between my coworkers and me. In particular, this guy named Scott.

But back to me for a second, since I don’t think I’ve given too much of a description of myself in my other posts. At this point, I’m a post-op trans woman, shoulder length dark red/purple hair, about 5’3″ with a great ass and small perky tits. I’ve been on hormones for years, but my butt has always been incredibly feminine. I’m super pale, and have a kinda more queer sense of fashion, I’m just as likely to wear a dress or a button up and jeans.

Ok, back to Scott. He’s exactly the kind of guy that feeds my sub energy. I hadn’t had a lot of interaction with him the first few months on the job, but every time we spoke he had a friendly, flirty, intense energy. He’s not super tall, only about 5’8″ but he’s looks like if Adam Driver and Keanu Reeves had a kid in his late 20’s. Read more »

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 7 [FF] [Mind Control]

**Chapter 7: The Beginning of the End**

“Did you pay my phone bill?” I lift my legs and a broom slides beneath them. I look up at June, and she’s pondering. Her face is wrinkled in concentration, and she pulls her lips to one side. God, I love when she does that.

“I thought so,” says June. She shrugs and keeps sweeping. “I hate that the stupid auto-pay isn’t through yet.”

“Did you use one of the new cards?”

“Yeah.”

“Not one of the old cards?”

“No. Didn’t you cut them up?”

“Yeah, but I thought maybe you wrote them down or memorized them.”.

“I have them memorized. Do you need them?” June did have a freakishly good memory. I guess it comes from being a waitress, but strings of numbers, dates, or events never slip her mind. She’s handy that way

“That’s unsettling,” I say.

She winks at me. “I have the new ones memorized, too.”

“The identity thief, June Gladwell.” Read more »