Disclaimer: This is my true story about how I went wild online with one guy. I haven’t really gone wild IRL with my physical body. Not yet, at least. So sorry if this seems lame. It certainly doesn’t seem to be as wild as others’ stories here. Everyone in the story was +18 at the time. I am currently 23.
I was 18 and he was 49. Although I have mixed feelings about what I did, I have no regrets. I’m more happy than not that we did what we did. We met online in my first year of college. At the time we met, I hadn’t yet had sex. I grew up in a nice middle class neighborhood, private school, etc. I had kissed some boys but that was it. My environment before college was structured and full of rules and expectations, and I didn’t feel the need to rebel against them. I more or less had what I wanted. With the freedom of college and my very own laptop, I decided to do some exploring online.
He messaged me, like so many others. However, there was something different about the way that he wrote. He wasn’t too crude, and he wasn’t shy. He was seductive, filthy, and lewd, but also respectful. He wrote well and he responded quickly; I loved his attention to detail and his attention. He was educated but not pretentious, filthy but also refined. My kind of man.
He shared links to photos and videos of all kinds of porn. Gangbangs, bestiality, throatfucking, bukkake, etc. He introduced me to so many kinks, focused on the ones I didn’t reject, and totally perverted my sexual fantasies. Before we met, I imagined kinky sex with one guy at a time. After we met, I masturbated to the thought of being “ruined” by older men with a great dane on standby. All before I even had a chance to have sex IRL. Before I had a chance to go “wild” in real life.
I started to go “wild” when we exchanged pics. (I do not exchange pics anymore, please don’t ask.) His body was disgusting. He had a big belly and a cock that was smaller than average. But I didn’t care. His attention and compliments and how safe he made me feel discussing filthy things made his older, fat body quite arousing. It made me feel filthy, and I loved to feel filthy. I still do. I would tease him with my pics. He’d beg and I’d give one. Just one. He’d compliment me profusely. He’d cum on the picture and I just loved that he came on my picture. Sometimes it was just a picture of my tits. Stomach. Legs. Feet. Pussy. He didn’t care. They were all cum worthy to him.
I got a bit wilder. Eventually, while I was still 18, I decided I wanted to try cybersex. For the first time. He said he’d only do it if we cammed. So we cammed. I wore a mask, which he was fine with. He didn’t wear a mask. It was just a disgusting old pervert with his cock and big belly filling up my computer screen. I can’t remember the roles. What I do remember is him, telling me to beg him to cum for me. I begged. And he came into this glass. I went crazy. I loved, for the first time, seeing semen that was meant just for me. After that I felt disgusted and vowed never to do anything with him again.
But we did cyber and cam again. And again. And again. Until I was 20. Sometimes he’d role play as a great dane. Or a horse. Sometimes I’d role play as his “non-consenting” next door neighbor, who, by the end of the role play, would beg to lick and kiss and suck on his scrotum. I always cybered and cammed with him on my dorm room bed. Ah, how I miss that spot of depravity. But all this ended. I get the impression that we stopped because he wanted to meet in real life. I didn’t want to meet in real life. And so that was that.
I suppose my “wild” story isn’t that wild. I didn’t really do anything wild with my body, just my mind. I went from daydreaming about sex with handsome, rugged men, to imagining myself as a filthy slut longing to be please and be degraded by nasty men and dogs. If it weren’t for STDs, cell phone cameras, and the illegality of bestiality, I probably would be doing those things right now instead of typing this. Although I feel guilty about some of the things we did via our computer, I don’t really regret them.
And so here I am today, coming back online and seeking out like-minded perverts … the cycle and longing continues …
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8s5ay7/corrupted_by_an_older_man_fm