[F] How this bitch got her groove back!

God, it’s been a while guys! Sorry, I got sidetracked by a man and didn’t have many lonely nights/mornings/lunch breaks to drunkenly hop into the Way-Back Machine and exercise some creative masturbation :p Won’t make that mistake for a while!

Anyway, we broke up in November. It came as quite a shock to me, so I coped the only way I know how: by drinking and fucking a lot. To get the gonewildstories-kinks out, I just wanted to give a shout out to some of the wonderful men who screwed me back into my right mind.

~The First~

The first Friday back in Singledom, I barely remember. But I do remember the Business Bro. Tall, toned arms, slick hair but a forgettable face. GREAT ass. I like to think he came at me pretty hard, but I think it was the other way around. He CAME hard, though — twice that night/early morning. The Whiskey Dick was treating him well and he plowed me into sweet oblivion. 6/10.

~Stuffed Like a Turkey~

I went home for Thanksgiving and spent Wednesday night at a bar catching up with old high school friends. A thirty-something from town took me back to his place… I only left with him because he promised to get me back home that night. But his golden tongue convinced me to stay (which is to say, when he went down on me with three fingers stuffed inside my cunt, I came so hard I basically passed out until 5 am). Got my ride home, tho! Thankfully, my parents just assumed I had gone home with the girls — you know, like a responsible woman :p 8/10

~Uber Quick~

I finally fucked a driver! Yay for fantasy fulfillment! Some friends and I went out on a Thursday and got a liiiittle too turnt. We all climbed into this black SUV that wound up being a party car: flashing colored lights and an awesome sound system (no karaoke; a blessing). Our driver was this hulk of a man: rugged… handsome… former Marine… (my type). He was a charmer and absolutely loved having some young drunk ladies dancing in his back seat. He brought up that he only upgraded his car for Party Mode after he got his windows tinted — that way cops couldn’t see how rowdy it was getting inside. A 100% innocuous thing, but someone (not saying it was me) took this as an invitation… And the tits came out. He took it in stride: he laughed along with us, making it clear that he was a fan but not a creep. And he was a pro! Dropping us off one by one before, finally, it was just me. I shot my shot: so… tinted windows… ever have sex in here? He looked back at me while i sat there tweaking my nipples. He said a couple times. As we drove we talked about the pros and cons of car sex before I finally asked if he could show me where the best position was in this big, big car of his. After a bit of cajoling, he pulled over and hopped into the back seat. He worked himself into the back row with me, slouched across the seat and hoisted me on his lap. As party lights flashed, bass thumped and the occasional car passed, I rode him until I came. Of course, he wasn’t satisfied yet. Pushing me onto my knees in the aisle between the seats, he fucked me doggy style until he shot his load, like, into my chest cavity. 11/10.

~Bad Timing~

Around the first week of December, I started casually dating a guy — a friend of a friend I met at a happy hour back when I wasn’t single. I call him the winner of America’s Next Top Fuck Buddy: the unofficial contest that happened when I started texting a bunch of guys after I broke up with the last one. He was handsome and fun and smart and I’m kinda pissed that I wasn’t (and still aren’t) emotionally available for something more serious. After a few weeks, I trusted him enough to fuck me raw (if he had any negatives, it’s that he was obsessed with it) but I’ve been fiddling with my birth control so I told him to pull out for safety’s sake. He claimed he knew his body well enough to do so. But one night as he was fucking me slow, hard, and deep, I whispered something in his ear that elicited a groan that signaled a tsunami of cum inside me. I would have been mad if the sex wasn’t so good. 4/10

~NYE Balcony Blowout~

I didn’t bother with a date for New Year’s Eve because I was just going to a friend’s party. I thought a smallish group would lead to a more engaging time, but every NYE party winds up being the same: get drunk and make out with someone. Unfortunately, pickin’s were slim at this event — but not at the neighbor’s party. I was standing on the balcony taking puffs from a friend’s cigar when two guys started shouting at me from a balcony across the way. Eventually this turned to flirting. I couldn’t tell if they were attractive or not, but the party they were at seemed like a good time. They invited me over, and over I went, telling my friends I’d report back. I lied. One of the guys let me into the building and walked me up. He was alright: tallish, looking dapper in a button up and dark jeans. This apartment was packed: maybe 20 people in a not-so-big space. The Other Guy was a little more my speed: shorter than the first — about my height in heels, though. Even more dapper in a blazer and tie. I danced with every guy that night and gave my number to half but I wound up getting wobbly with The Other Guy. We weren’t quiet as we drank champagne from the bottle and fucked in every way imaginable until well into the afternoon. 9/10.

I’ve gotten a little less desperate since the new year… but I’m glad to be back on the sub!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5qett4/f_how_this_bitch_got_her_groove_back