[F]irst time poster! Being a secret college nympho

Everyone who knows me from college sees me as the nice, wholesome, quiet girl. The innocent one in the group. My classmates would tease me for it or encourage me to get out of my shell by suggesting that I go to events “hey there might be a nice guy for you there” “why don’t you join university events or clubs” “that guy’s innocent and nice just like you, you two would hit it off!” but I politely decline usually, telling them I’m just ‘too shy’ or maybe next time?

I loved being able to do all the adventurous, slutty things that I wanted in secret knowing that my peers had zero clue. I’d do presentations with my frazzled hair in front of a class with soaked panties because I’d just been fucked in a hair-pulling doggystyle in the car before class and I had no time to change or I’d be late. In time, hair would be a giveaway sign that I’d just had my dick appointment so either a brush or a cute beanie had to suffice as a solution.

I always dressed a little classy but conservative – just enough to maybe be complimented as pretty at the most and cute as a default because in my mind this would be a great disguise for a horny deviless like myself. Little cleavage, nothing too form fitting to hide my bust or butt, minimal makeup to down play my looks for my little facade. Exactly as I planned it.

As I had a traditional and a kind of strict upbringing I was never fully able to act out on my inner desires. Once I was done with highschool I found a thrill of continuing to hide this side of me from my parents or childhood friends to my new peers, friends, coworkers, etc. Once I started dating I felt excited being able to fulfill all my fantasies that I’d waited so long to do. I would be extremely careful of choosing partners, too close to my friends and if I scared them off the risk of them telling my friends would be quite high. I was quite lucky to have met my fwb when I did, he wasn’t too close to my friends group and I found him really cute, I had my fingers crossed that he was as horny as I was.

As soon as I’d gotten to know him more and when we were close enough, I decided to lift the mask. Once I opened up to him I found he was perfect for me. He had discretion and ability to sustain all of my daily closeted needs. Before he moved, I’d be there spontaneously fucking in a mall changing room while I’d be trying on outfits for him and then I’d go off to have brunch with my other friends who’d have no idea the good dicking I’d just gotten only 10 minutes prior.

Meeting friends for outings always made me light up, because it was an opportunity for me every time.

I remember being late meeting some friends at our little bi-annual dinner because there I was pushing *him* on his back as I took all of his dick down my throat. I wanted him to cum as quickly as possible so I could be in that moment later where no one knew what I’d just been doing. I was gulping down water and sneakily gargling in the venue because this was the only quick way of washing away the tell tale ‘post-love’ aroma from my breath. After that point, you could tell if my sex life was active just by noticing if I had mouthwash in my handbag or not.

Eventually, I’d be more carefree and I wouldn’t even bother with covering it up. It was usually dependent on how impulsive I was feeling at the time. One of my fondest memories was giggling to myself and the guy I was with as I walked on the sand in front of other beachgoers with cum on my face, stomach and bikini that he’d just shot onto me from our very rushed fuck in the bush just behind the beach. To this day I get easily wet imagining a fuck around some rocks near a beach or in the bathrooms at the front of the my closest beach.

In more recent boring tutorials I may relocate from my normal front seating to be in the back corner of the class so that I could watch older videos of my hot and heavy sessions with my fwb as a way to remember him by and I’d be shifting slightly in my seat, dying to get fucked in the same way again. All the while I’d position my textbooks or laptop so look as studious as possible so the class would’nt know.

I haven’t had a good fuck for a few months after a peak point where I’d get filled up a couple of times per day minimum as a routine which I thoroughly miss. I loved the idea of being slutty for just the one person because I loved the intimacy of that notion. That no one else would know about my libido or how I satisfied it.

I’d fantasize about doing a one off cosplay, but then fucking a complete stranger in a bathroom stall or a camera-less stairwell while still in costume and then walking off acting as if nothing had just happened while in character. -now this is vaguely one of my bucket list plans and always something that gets me wet thinking about it.

Being in cheer and gymnastics, my teammates were really pretty, I find myself admiring how great the girls looked I find myself pondering how I’d fair in a threesome with some of my teammates not fully because I was attracted to them but because it was another wild thing for me to do without my friends knowing. I’m quite straight but I’ve always wondered about playing with another girl from my team down the track but I haven’t acted on it as of yet in case they decided to spill the beans on me. I think my little facade is somewhat more important to me and blowing my cover is one of the last things I’d want.

My training partners/teammates would sometimes boast about the hot date they’d just had or how the night with their boy/girlfriends went and I’d encourage them and beam about how jealous I was of them. Cut to an hour before training where I’d be riding a cock, grinding on it until I’d synchronize cum with him. I remember specifically that I had my training gear either on me or on the floor hastily taken off me. Admittedly it was a little uncomfortable having leakage dripping out of me but the sneaky feeling made it all worth it. Similarly, walking to your next class with a load still deep inside you as all the other students pass by and have pleasant chats about homework or the day, etc made me feel so naughty. I wonder what that other quiet cute boy in my intro unit would think if he knew about me. What if there are more like me? I felt kind of like a superhero in a way, living in my secret identity and seeing my handiwork on the news!

Since joining reddit on my joined account with my fwb I also have found that I’ve loved the freedom and expression of my wilder side. I often consider opening a cam account or documenting my adventures for my next fuck session so I can share it with strangers. I love that after all this I’d finally be living the double life that I’d always wanted for all those years. Ever since my first encounter with raw sex I’ve wanted to continue with the fetish of having guys cum inside me or to knock me up. I rushed to get bc as soon as I could so that I could have all the unprotected sex that I could as regular as possible and more importantly; so I could have spontaneous sex whenever I’d like especially if I knew I’d be seeing my unsuspecting friends soon after.

I know about my naughty side deep down and I’m super happy that it’s my little inside joke with myself and I’d like to thank reddit for providing me a place to be who I truly am! Anyone else feel the same? Would love to hear thoughts (;

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eftjcd/first_time_poster_being_a_secret_college_nympho