collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
This isn’t a story as much as it is a snapshot. It gets right down to the action, from the male point of view.
My penpal asked me to write out my fantasy of how our meeting would play out if we ever met in person, starting with heading back to my hotel room. This is how I responded.
Reprinted here with her permission.
More writing (true stories) accessible in my profile.
I hope you enjoy.
This is my fourth and probably final true story from my past. It’s chronologically the earliest of them, happening when I was nineteen. The other three are in my profile, if you’re interested. I hope you enjoy this one and the others. This was an odd experience for me at that age and I still think about it a lot.
Names and minor details have been changed to protect privacy.
Thanks for reading.
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I was at the end of my 2nd year of college and I had a job/internship for a small tech-related company of just a couple dozen people. I was the ‘jack-of-all-trades’ hanging out there when I wasn’t in class, doing IT support, running errands, and any small odd tech jobs that needed to be done.
My boss was Andrea, a 30-ish nerdy woman without much style. She was frantic, moody, high energy, outgoing, a little weird, and honestly not super attractive. Slim but with a boy-ish figure, glasses, brown hair.
One day she turned to me and said, “Hey, wanna make an easy $50?”
I said, “Uh. Sure. What’s up?”
“I’m having a party this weekend at my place and I need a bartender.”
I hope you enjoy this story. I think about it often. I have a couple other true stories in my post history if you liked this one and a couple more I haven’t written up yet.
I’m also working on some fiction based on some fantasies. If you like the way I write please let me know and I’ll keep writing.
Thanks for reading!
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I was about six years out of college and I had a good job for a short period of time working for a tech company. We were about a hundred people operating out of an old industrial loft space near a residential neighborhood.
A good chunk of the employees were 20-somethings and our social lives were intertwined with our work lives. We ate, drank, and worked together.
Jenn was about the same age as me and worked in the graphic design group. She was fun, smart, and a little wild. She dated another guy in the office for a while until he moved away. Jenn and I were pretty friendly and had a lot of laughs together during happy hour.
This is my 2nd ever post here, a bit dirtier than [my first share](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i7zbr5/mf_the_neighbors_curiosity_long/).
It’s 100% true even though it’s over 20 years old.
I’ve shared this story with a number of people over the years. It was really formative for me and I think about it often. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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**I. Introduction**
As a much younger man, in my college years, I developed an obsession for cum facials on women. Seeing a woman dripping wet with cum drove me crazy. I couldn’t get enough of it. This was the early days of the internet and video wasn’t easily available. I spent an inordinate amount of time collecting facial photos from usenet groups, even developing my own automation scripts to download, compare, and catalog images. I had a serious obsession that worried me at times, but I don’t think was ever really unhealthy. I had a normal social life, girlfriends, and a good job. I just had a “hobby”.
This is my first post to /r/gonewildstories
It’s probably a 3/10 on the erotic scale but it’s 100% true and it’s something I’ve always wanted to document. Only the name has changed to protect the innocent.
I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed reliving it.
I have a handful of other incidents/encounters from my younger days I hope to write up soon.
TL;DR >! I had a lesbian friend/neighbor who became very interested in my cock and used to enjoy giving me handjobs for fun.!<
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**I. Background**
It was the mid 90s. I was fresh off of finishing my bachelor’s degree and working an entry level tech job at a small publishing company. I had a cramped apartment (my first time living alone) in small, aging building. I was a single guy in the city with a job and pretty happy about it.
My neighbor across the hall was Kate. I knew Kate in college although not particularly well. We were in the same dorm for a year and had a couple classes together classes together over the years. When I moved into the building, she had already been there for a year and it was a happy coincidence for both of us to have a neighbor who was a friendly face.