Please Dadddddddyyyyyy. Pleaseeeeee will you? [M] [f] [inc] [oral] [voy]

It had been a long trip and I am so glad to be home. The jet stream was good to us today and made our trip an hour and a half shorter then it should have been so instead of getting in at 2 pm we got here at half past noon. The drive home was quick, no traffic at all, what a pleasant surprise. I think of calling the house but pass on it thinking that there would be no-one there anyway. The cab pulls in to our street and I stop him and tell him that I will get out here , it’s too nice of a day no to walk the last few hundred yards. The cabby gives me a funny look as he gives me my change and pops his trunk. I get out of the cab and the warm spring breeze caresses my face. I get my bag and start the walk down the street taking in all flowering trees and shrubs. Their aroma is intoxicating and my mind wonders of to Kelly, my 17 year old daughter. Just before I left on my trip I walked in on her in the bath. It was a honest mistake, she had left the door to the bathroom unlocked and I did not realize that she was in there. She was laying in the tub with her legs up on the edge and her eyes closed with one hand on her rather large soft breasts while the other one was in-between her spread legs.

Voyeur [voyeurism][exhibitionism]

I was in the closet. It had started out innocently enough, but now my surprise was ruined. I had been planning to jump out and scare my brother when he got home. Pranking each other was a long tradition, but he had ruined my plans by bringing home his girlfriend. They were kissing, tongues moving together as he kicked his bedroom door closed. I watched, my breath held, through the slats of his closet door. I knew it would be wrong to watch, but I was stuck, I couldn’t jump out now and I was fascinated by the sexual energy that radiated off of them. I watched as he pinned her to the wall, his mouth attacking hers, and his hands rough on her body. She groaned softly into his mouth, arching and pressing herself to him. They made out for a few more minutes, hands tugging hair, nails scratching lines down flesh, lips bruising against each other before my brother swung her down on to the bed.

[MF] [F-solo] [exhib] [voy] The Unfinished Story

*I was talking to a nice lady here on Reddit, who inspired quite a few good fantasies. Alas, it turned out that we had different expectations for our connection, and it made more sense to part ways. I had started this story for her, but – as we disconnected from each other – I finished it on my own, and decided to title it as a memory of our broken link.*

She was always there. Without fail. Every night, she’d take the last bus out of town, and ride it till the last stop, in the rural middle of nowhere. She’d get off the bus in the dark, say goodnight to the driver, and walk half a mile to her little home in the woods.

She hated city life, and craved the freedom of nature. But jobs are where people are, and so every morning she commuted into town, and every night she commuted back to her little safe haven.

I’m a cuck [str8] [MF] [cuck] [huml] [preg] [voy]

The doorbell rang and I took a deep, calming breath. I think I was more nervous than my wife was, that day. MY wife was still in the bedroom getting ready, so I got up and went to the door, looking through the peephole. It’s exactly who I thought it would be, so I opened the door and greeted our guest. “Hello!” I said, a bit too enthusiastically, and the man jumped for a moment.

“Uh, hey.” The guy said, looking past me and into the house, “I think I might have the wrong house.” He was a large black man, maybe 6’6’’ with short hair. He seemed to be uncomfortable in our well-to-do neighborhood, and shifted his feet nervously.

“Nope. This is the place!” I put out my hand and he took it, shaking, and I let him into the house. Closing the door behind me, I ran ahead of him to the bedroom and knocked on the door, “Oh honey! Our guest is here!”

I heard several things fall over in the bedroom, it sounded like makeup or whatever other things she keeps in our en suite, and heard her stutter out “One second!”I turned and rolled my eyes at the guest “women” I mouthed and made my way to the kitchen.

The things that I want [F][anal][bd][bdsm][blkmail][bst][buk][cuck][drugs][exh][Fdom][fist][Fsub][huml][mast][nc][oral][prost][reluc][voy][sm][public][freeuse]

I want to be fucked on a park bench.

I want to feel two fists inside me.

I want to be on a leash. I want the leash to clip to my clit piercing.

I want to get choked while I’m being fucked in the ass.

I want to be fucked to an emotional wreck.

I want to be made so wet it drips down my thighs walking around.

I want to feel cum drip down my thighs.

I want to be a 24/7 live-in sub.

I want to know how big of a buttplug I can take.

I want to have all 3 holes abused at the same time.

I want to feel your cum pumping down my throat.

I want to cum so hard it makes me pass out. Every day.

I want to be passed around so many guys I lose count.

I want to my ass gaped.

I want to be a sex-doll.

I want to blow you at the movies.

I want to masturbate over and over again until my body is limp.

[MF] June and July 2018, how it all ended. A paranoia about exhibitionism and voyeurism.

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/az0qoe/february_and_march_2018_when_it_all_started_a/) [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/az79x4/april_and_may_2018_the_observer_is_observed_a/)

May, 2018

Not blue? Threesome? Am I being heard? Did she have her ear on her door as well? No, the stranger mentioned I was wrong about the color of her panties. How could he have listened to me?

I clean up myself with a towel, get dressed, go to the living room and light up a cigarrete and a joint in a desperate move to calm down. She leaves her room wrapped in her blanket, comes to the other couch and turns on the TV.

– Will you pass me the joint? I thought you went to bed…

– I was but couldn’t manage to sleep… I’m gonna try again… bye. I simply couldn’t get to sleep that night.

**JUNE**

As days passed by, I tried to forget that event, I just probably misheard those words afterall. Our evening program was still fun. Marijuana, TV shows, blankets, muffled moans, crossed legs masturbation, kitchen escapes and sometimes she went to her bedroom to have some extra privacy and freedom to make louder noises. That was good. One of these days after a rough session that was accompanied by a buzzing sound (had she bought a vibrator? that was news) she even left her room wrapped in a towel, made her way to the kitchen, grabbed a banana and went back to her room. Skype-style voices again. More than one voice this time.

April and May 2018, the observer is observed. A story about exhibitionism and voyeurism, maybe. [MF]

[Part 1 is here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/az0qoe/february_and_march_2018_when_it_all_started_a/)

July, 2018. I finally pretend to wake up on the couch as I hear my brother escape a pleasure groan from the other couch. She runs to the bathroom, denim shorts unzipped and I hear a spit sound coming from there. When I check, there is semen down the sink drain.

**APRIL**

Her relationship with her boyfriend was not doing so well, she had been clearly more extrovert between friends and I thought she’d been sexier than ever. We used to watch Netflix and smoke a joint at night, but we didn’t own a smart TV so there was a PC on the floor connected to it. One of these Fridays the cable had a bad connection, which started to happen often.

– Let me check it – I prompted myself to be helpful.

– No need to, I’ll do it. Don’t look at my ass – she said playfully.

She was wearing yoga shorts. Sure I won’t look, I thought playfully. All I can see now is you in all fours with your ass pointing up to me, moving your hips side to side, in a hypnotizing way, trying to find the right spot.

[F]ebruary and [M]arch 2018, when it all started. A story about exhibitionism and voyeurism, maybe.

July 2018. It’s 2 a.m. and I am jerking off behind my bedroom’s closed door to her loud moanings. In between those pleasure sounds, she quietly says, “don’t you wanna come over my bedroom? I know you want to, you just can’t, you don’t have the balls to”.

But first things first. Things started getting weird earlier in 2018.

**FEBRUARY**

We had moved in together a few months ago to pursue a master’s degree. We are friends from college, she has a boyfriend, I have a girlfriend, we share an apartment, you heard that before. We usually smoke a joint at night watching Netflix, say, Friends, or That 70’s Show. She wears comfy clothes at home, what was never a problem or a arousal to me, until… until that February. I can’t really tell what changed. Those comfy clothes she wore during out tv show sessions were quite sexy all of sudden. Her flimsy shorts-and-top pajamas would perfectly reveal the contour of those nipples, if she wouldn’t be wearing a loose tank top that could accidentally reveal her whole B-cup sized breasts as she would pick up her phone or the lighter off the carpet. We had two couches and she watched tv lying on her stomach in such a manner that the pajama shorts seemed to shrink between her legs, really drawing the lines of her buttocks. Even when she was covered by her purple plush blanked, it was so thin that I still could see the outline of her body and ass. She is skinny but has nice round tighs, her hair is dark blond, straight and it gets messy in a lovely way when she’s lying on her stomach.

[Fm] [m-mast] [voy] [oral] [str8] The swimming pool (Part 2)

*This is the second (and maybe last) part of Luke and Jane’s sexual adventure*

Luke went to the pool every day, without fail at the same time. She wasn’t there. Not the first day. Not the second. Not for a week. He spent his days longing to see her again, masturbating to the fantasy of her, and in fear that she would somehow reach to his family and humiliate him.

She avoided the pool. She was afraid of running into him again. Of falling pray to the temptation. The shower head was her loving companion every night, as her husband lay in bed, sleeping, ignoring her beauty, leaving her unfulfilled. He had fallen pray to habit, to comfort, and forgot to want his own wife, to lust after her. And she was left to her own devices, pleasuring herself, quietly moaning over the sound of the shower, fantasizing about the young boy that had cum for her in the swimming pool, with no restraint, nothing but his primal carnal lust for her.

The good old days of Tumblr [M, MMF, voy, cuck]

Travelling for work, you never know what kind of internet access you’ll have or if you can trust who’s monitoring it. It pays to have a “wank bank” of porn on a UBS key for those lonely nights when you’re in the hotel room, alone, and you can’t sleep. Me, I’m a little old school: images not video. Amature not professional. Mature not nubile. Tumblr accounts that hoovered up postings couples made, posts of photos taken during semi drunken encounters or fantasy fulfilment escapades always turned me on. The cuckold husband. The hotwife. The old friends who decided life was boring, youth has escaped them and reputation be damned they were going to have fun and show the world what they were capable of. I had my favorite accounts, kept them up to date, knew the ones that were trusted by those who made content and those who craved it. I would scan through them, imagining myself amongst the action. Being the stunt cock in the mix, there for the fun but a side attraction for the main event that was hedonism and infidelity in action.