I once was traveling with my boyfriend and we “experimented” in ways that were more than just sexual. We never went too hard, but we were in a country where more things were legal. That’s all I’m going to say about that, but just know we were a little fucked up in this story.
*He was also super wealthy and just kind of paid for us to have these crazy adventures. My life was much cooler before I became a lawyer and started working for the man.*
We went to a rave in said country and got a little crazy.
For one thing, this dude was obsessed with me on a normal day. He would have fucked me several times a day if I’d let him. In fact, we fooled around in a train bathroom on the way to this rave and almost got kicked off.
Back then I also dressed very conservative but decided to go all out that night. I wore a crop top and very short skirt. He was falling over me all night and I was having a lot of fun touching him.
This was a recipe for disaster.
The rave is fucking AWESOME. Like, one of the best nights of my life. I am feeling GREAT and my boyfriend is so excited to see me this relaxed. We dance so much I take my shirt off when i get hot and proceed to grind in just my bra.
*This is not typical young V-like behavior btw. I didn’t generally have this confidence to even dance and was still kind of shy about my sexuality. My boyfriend was digging it.*
As we’re dancing we look over and watch this girl get groped by a random douche. She screams and starts crying. All hell is about to break loose…
My boyfriend punches this dude out.
Holy shit, it was like time stopped. He didn’t even hesitate. He just punched this guy and told him to get the fuck away. He sends him flying halfway across the floor before this douche just scrambles off.
*So… now we’re on an adrenaline high as well. Nothing could possibly go wrong here.*
The girl was actually ok and with her friends. After checking that she’s really fine I finally turn back to my boyfriend. “You just punched a guy.”
“Yeah?”
“You just punched an asshole.”
“Yeah?”
“That was so fucking hot.”
*I don’t usually find dudes fighting hot, but I was not myself.*
I ATTACK this man in a good way. Like pull him into me and wrap my legs around him. I bite his ear and lick his chest- which is completely drenched in sweat but in the moment it was so hot. Like even the taste of him was turning me on.
I find that there’s no way I can touch him that doesn’t send me spiraling. Holy fuck. I cannot get enough of my body on his body. I could spend hours just rubbing our chests together.
I run my hands through his hair and down his back. I suck on his fingers and then stick my tongue down his throat. When he puts his arms around me so that I can fully wrap my leg around him, I realize the magical feeling of friction in between my legs.
*Oh dear…*
I pull him towards me so that my clit is fully on his thigh and start rubbing myself back and forth. He is fucking mesmerized and just stares at me, careful to hold me as I straight up start humping his leg in the middle of the dance floor. I’m pushing so hard, I have to throw my head back and let out a moan.
*Thank god the music is loud but I still cringe when I think of the amount of people who stopped to stare.*
I rub myself back and forth as I put one hand on his shoulder and run the other across my face and through my hair. I even run a hand down my body and touch my own breast through my bra. Every feeling is so good I have to take these deep, heaving breaths to keep from passing out which turn into moans.
“V, are you about to come right now?” My boyfriend asks.
I try to whisper “yes” but it comes out more like a scream as I say “YES” above the music.
“Whoa.”
“If we stop touching I think I’m going to die,” I cry. Like actually cry.
*A tad dramatic, little one. No one dies from lack of orgasm, but do you.*
I keep rubbing back and forth until I feel myself build so hard my whole body is shaking. He reaches down to bite my ear and that’s all it takes.
The noises that come out of me are fucking pornographic. I have never even heard myself sound like that since. He bites my lip (I think to silence me) but it only depends it. It’s like my entire body is controlled by it. I rub back and forth, crying as I collapse into him and hold us together.
When we finish… things are a bit awkward. For one thing, my boyfriend has to run to the bathroom because he just came in his pants. I did not even notice. Also, everyone around us is awkwardly staring as I just smile and pray that I was somewhat discreet.
I stumble to find my friend and join the group just in time to hear my best guy friend chuckle, “Dude, I think Viola just orgasmed on the dance floor.”
I think I was embarrassed later, but at the time I just went back to dancing.
Please don’t do anything I described in this story.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/shxunw/my_accidental_public_orgasm_fm
And if everybody has a camera immediately available at all times …. You have no idea how much this particular hornybastard wishes it had been so. Women making loud noises, kryptonite.
Just when I couldn’t love your stories anymore, you write a story about you going to a rave!!
Hot memory, ty for sharing.
Although I disagree – everyone should do stupid and embarrassing things when they’re young. Like accidentally stumbling into a live tv broadcast half naked and blackout drunk.
You can pretty much summarize this whole story with two words:
> Gets to the rave – “oh damn!”
> See bf punch a dude – “ohhhhhh….damn…”
> Starts getting turned on – “ohdamn”
> “Finish” line – “OHHHHHH DAMNNNNNNN!!!!!”
>Realizes what just happened – “oh, damn.”
But nothing to be embarrassed about really, you do you girl! That’s why we’re all here lmao
that didn’t sound accidental …
Molly is your friend…
I think you are amazing
The Netherlands definitely knows how to rave.
Sounds like every rave I ever attended lol
X sounds like a hell of a drug…
There’s something awesome about the rawness of it all. I like it when it’s just raw passion and lust, no thought to who’s where just chasing that high of orgasmic bliss. 🤤
Thanks for sharing
>“If we stop touching I think I’m going to die,” I cry. Like actually cry.
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>A tad dramatic, little one. No one dies from lack of orgasm, but do you.
Me and my woman are very sexual and used to have a lot of sex but right now we simply can’t because we now have two small kids and they are around us all the time. We still have time for ourselves during evenings but we cannot have prolonged sessions since the youger kid wakes up pretty regularly.
Each time a kid wakes up when we’re in the middle of having fun I can see in her face how stressed she becomes. And even worse if she was close when we get interrupted she literally cries a little. What was supposed to give her pleasure she deserved after all day long of taking care of responsibilities is brutally interrupted by even more responsibilities.
We not always continue these interrupted sessions after the kid gets back to sleep. Mood is often ruined and she’s stressed.
Don’t get me wrong, our kids absolutely fantastic, it’s just because of this dramatic change in life dynamic. You can die a little due to not reaching orgasm. I’ve seen it happen.
Live your life to its maximum while you can. When you start a family you’ll have a couple dry years, sooner or later you will be able to go back to your old ways, but this period I’m speaking of might be harsh.
Cheers.