Me and my wild streak. [MF]

Long time lurker, decided to start sharing. ( 25 now)

At 21, I’d recently survived a two year long-distance relationship that collapsed. Around this time, I moved in a few houses down from a few friends of mine that shared a house. We are all artists, hippies, degenerates, and overall just plain fucking wild. I’d maintained some sort of fortitude through my long distance relationship, and had had a few girlfriends in my teen years, but never one as serious as that. I’d forgotten what it was like to have a wild time, and follow wherever my dick led me.

I’m 6’1″, 165lbs. Not athletic, but plenty of lean farm-boy muscle. I’m not the best looking guy, but I get a good amount of attention. I’m a poet, and I’ve had a few books published, but for obvious reasons I will not reveal who I am.

Around June in 2016, after a music festival, I was sitting alone in my apartment and decided I was going to start my conquest. I’d been sleeping with this hippie girl in my friend group orbit, but the sex was terrible, so I needed to re-evaluate my sex life.

This is where the rambling ends, and the fun begins.

I first met Vanessa at a poetry reading at a college in the city I live in. I was 21 at the time, and on my new found “all out balls to the wall” conquest strategy. Her hair was strawberry blonde, down to the small of her back. She was curvy, voluptuous, and wearing a floral sundress. She was taking notes while a man in his fifties or so was reading from his new book. I found that cute, and when the event ended, I walked up next to her and asked her what her name was. She immediately gave me a look like “hmm, I’ll bite”, “Vanessa” she said, and extended a hand. I introduced myself, and asked her what she was taking notes for. She had recently finished the MFA program at that school, and was supporting the event hosts and professors. I admired how she spoke. She was highly educated, and for me, that’s the biggest turn-on. I asked her for her phone number. She put it in my phone, stood up and collected her things. She turns to me and says “If you know what you’re getting yourself into, I’ll see you tonight.” I looked at my phone, and instead of her name, it was her address.

I decided I’d head over to my friends house for a bit after the event. I smoked a hefty amount of weed, about a pack of cigarettes, and drank a couple of beers, and remembered I had somewhere to be. At this point, it was 1 am, and I was sure she’d decided I’d forgotten about her. I show up at her house and the lights are still on. Fuck yeah. I knock on the door, and she opens it, still in the sundress. I follow her inside and she mixes me up a cocktail. We talked until about 2:30, getting to know each other a bit. She’s 27 and from Los Angeles, which is a far cry from my small city on the east coast. She’s writing a book (to this day I do not know the title or the subject matter) and teaches English online. I’m hooked at this point. She’s everything I’ve wanted intellectually and professionally. But I wasn’t there for that.

I go to her bathroom, look in the mirror, and grin. This is where I needed to be right now, and I knew it. I slammed my whiskey, walked back into her living room, and told her to get up. She grins at me, and instead of getting up, she spreads her legs, lifts the sundress, and is visibly dripping already. I take her hand and lead her to her bedroom and turn all of the lights on. She says she’s never had sex with the lights on, and I laughed. Before she could say anything else, our tongues were dancing together. Her ass was bigger than any woman I’d been with before, and that’s my thing. I pull away from her, turn her around and bend her over her bed. I pulled her sundress up onto her back, got down on my knees and slipped my tongue into her pussy. She tasted literally like peaches. I flicked it around, explored, and felt her legs tensing up. I reached up and rubbed her clit with my thumb. At this point I was uncomfortably hard. My cock, measured by my current girlfriend, is 8″ with a 6″ girth, so any jeans or anything that actually fits me makes it painful to get an erection.

I lean back on my knees and let my cock out for relief. She turns and says “I don’t know if I’m ready for that…” and is visibly gaping at my cock. She laughed and turned around facing me, got down and laid me out on the floor. She wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock, looked at me once, and took about half of me into her mouth and gagged a little. She pumped away for a couple of minutes. I pulled her head back, leaned up and slipped my tongue into her mouth. I simultaneously stood both of us up, and laid her back onto the bed.

I pulled her legs up onto my shoulders, grabbed ahold of her ass, and slipped the tip of my cock into her hot little pussy. She wriggled, moaned. I pushed another inch or two, pulled back, and had to gently squeeze into her. Later she told me I was the biggest she’d ever had, but at the time I was sorta unaware that my penis was anything but average.

Finally, I was balls deep in her. I started with a slow rate, and slowly built up speed. She started going crazy. She gripped her own ankles and flung her head back into the bed. I fucked her until I was certain she had an orgasm. She clawed the sheets and ripped two holes in them from her nails. She became ravenous and guttural.

I decided I needed a view of her ass, and pulled away, got her on all fours, and just went to fucking town. She pushed back into me with every thrust I gave her. At this point, we’d probably been fucking for about an hour. (Details are fuzzy, I was high as fuck). I’m full-on slamming into her. Her moans were echoing around the room, and she screamed “cum in me you fucking bastard”. Naturally, I did. I shot about 6 ropes of cum into her, pushing as deep as I could. I didn’t even give a fuck about the outcome (I know). She flipped her hair, looked back at my and grinned ear to fucking ear. She pulled forward off of me and I sank into the bed. She started licking all over my cock to clean me off. I slept there that night, even though it was almost morning.

When I woke up, I went out for a smoke and checked my phone for the first time since I got to her house. I had two messages.

1. Mel(25F): “Hey.. I know you and your ex broke up a couple months ago. Wanna get together for a drink?”
2. Ali(21F): “After our shift tomorrow, let’s go get a drink!”

I went back in, kissed her goodbye, and went home to shower and eat. That summer would be one of the most enjoyable times of my life, and this was just the start.

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Sorry for the length. This is part 1. Let me know if you want to read more.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bwd0l3/me_and_my_wild_streak_mf