Author: AnOpenTreasureChest

[FM] The ‘I caught him jerking off’ cliche.

You’ve got to wonder which came first; did pornography create the cliche of ‘girl catches guy masturbating, so naturally she offers to help’, or was it a commonplace enough reaction/even already which in turn created the genre of pornography?

I realise this is a largely rhetorical/philosophical question that doesn’t really have a place here, but as I retell the incident which occurred to me I do find myself questioning whether the situation was created by porn and made into cliche, or if it is legitimately a natural reaction and has always occurred?

But, I digress and I haven’t even started yet. I can see the downvotes already. Let’s get to the meat of the matter.

During my second year at university I’d moved out of halls/dorms and into a shared house. There were five of us sharing the tiny abode which featured the fundamentals of basic living, but little else. In total there were four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen and a shared living room. The occupants were; a couple sharing one bedroom, myself and a friend with a bedroom each, and a guy who was friends with the couple who we barely knew (at least when we moved in.). Read more »

A Spontaneous Alfresco Lockdown Fuck with a Stranger [FM]

Lockdown has done something to me. By which I don’t just mean keep me stuck in my own home for weeks on end, though that is accurate too.

A few weeks into isolation my libido skyrocketed and I found myself, much to my own surprise, using my once daily outside exercise allowance to make a thoroughly inappropriate move on a complete stranger. This ultimately resulted in my delivering a swift yet satisfying blowjob behind a bush, a little off the beaten track. The inherent ‘wrongness’ of the situation both thrilled and excited me, and I felt that while I never had the slightest of intention to meet that particular guy again, this was merely the start.

A mere two days later and I repeated the endeavour with an all new random stranger. This time however, as things do, there was a degree of escalation. And by ‘a degree’ I mean I found myself being taken from behind against a tree. While the actual sex itself was mediocre (for me at least. The guy had a wonderful time), the thrill was like no other, and this now felt like a slippery slope. Read more »

[28F] I fucked a stranger in a shared room, while my friend did the same in the bed beside me. [FM]

Aged nineteen I went on a – to not mince words about it – drunken fuck-fest of a holiday to Ayia Napa with some university friends. This is technically a continuation of [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gmqqv4/i_28f_participated_in_a_blowjob_race_while_on/) post, but can be read in isolation and without the need for earlier context.

NIGHT THREE.

By the third day we’d all just about acclimatised to the new day/night cycle. A few of us were managing to wake early enough in the mid-afternoon to actually see the sun, but the near constant hangover-haze prevented us from doing anything more exciting than sitting and hopping to find ourselves catching a lovely bronze glow, rather than the pasty-to-near-pale-blue of our natural skin tone. (Well, mine. One of my friends looked near permanently radiant. Bitch.)

We’d agreed to have a somewhat quieter third evening. There’d still be plenty of drinking, dancing and potential for some debauchery, but it was to be much more low-key than our previous night, in that we weren’t going to spend hours killing karaoke, nor were we intending to find ourselves in a decidedly seedy bar failing to win any dubious ‘competitions’. Read more »

I [28f] participated in a Blowjob Race while on holiday… [FM]

Aged nineteen my friends and I decided it would be wise to spend what little remained of our collective student loans to celebrate having survived our first year of university by jetting off together on an exotic and exciting holiday. We pictured sun, sea and sand, sipping expensive cocktails on flashy yachts, and being served our drinks by handsome guys wearing nothing but tight speedos. We very quickly realised however that our budget wouldn’t actually stretch to anything that could be even vaguely described as ‘exotic’, so instead booked a week in the somewhat less exclusive Ayia Napa in Cyprus.

For those unaware, Ayia Napa is (or at least was) considered to be something of a 18-30 ‘wild time’ paradise. And paradise is being used ironically. It’s a party-party-party type place by reputation, where the vast majority of vacationers will be sleeping through the day, and setting the world on fire by night. Also setting loins on fire. There was said to be no place on earth where casual sexual encounters could be found, indulged and dismissed so easily, readily and without comment or judgement. Read more »

I jerked off a guy during a friend’s wedding [FM]

Today’s reminiscence harkens back to my immediate post-university years that I find my current mentality drifting back to ever more frequently under these times of lockdown and quarantine. I’ll confess in advance I’m not sharing this particular encounter out of any sense of lingering guilt, shame or necessity, but instead simply because I’ve enjoyed sharing with this community and, to not put too fine a point on it, it helps fill a portion of an otherwise relatively uneventful day!

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I was 22 and in my first year of freedom from university. Precisely at the stage wherein the more casual of friends you’ve spent the previous three years with start drifting away, and you focus on the ‘core group’ of people you want to keep in your life. It’s also the year when the incredibly over-eager couples who somehow managed to remain together over those three years inexplicably all decide to get married.

I already attended two weddings that year. By the time the third and final wedding came around it was already widely known that the first was already close to ending. I was already suitably jaded and happy to attend simply out of loyalty to a friend I’d probably not see again until someone suggested a reunion in twenty years time, and for the food and opportunity to consume vast amounts of alcohol. Read more »

I fucked a stranger during lockdown [FM], and it was the start of a slippery slope.

My libido had been running insanely high during lockdown, and I was getting stupidly turned on by practically every guy I was so much as passing in the street. During one of my once daily exercise outings I’d found myself chatting to a guy and, much to my surprise, offering him a spontaneous blowjob.

In fewer than five minutes, I’d swallowed his load and was on my way home. He’d offered me his number, but I knew i wasn’t going to use it. Not because I hadn’t enjoyed the encounter, indeed quite the opposite. It had been a thrill. The most invigorating thrill I’d had since my university days. I felt scandalous and rebellious. And, to not put too fine a point on it, horny as fuck.

I got home and, with the taste of him still strong in my mouth, masturbated. Twice. It felt incredible. I was charged and tingly. And guilty. But if anything that only added to it.

Hours later though, the guilt was weighing heavier. I’d not seen friends and family for weeks due to social distancing rules, but here had happily wrapped my lips around a stranger without a second thought. It had been fun, but I decided there and then that it would never happen again. Read more »

Taking three for the team. But I did it for the art… [Group]

While I was at University I made friends with a particularly arty farty group of ‘creative’ people. Arty-farty in the literal sense as they were studying art in its many and various forms. One of these friends was working on a piece which examined the relationship between pornography and social media, holding a mirror up to society’s eagerness to shame sex scandals while simultaneously consuming porn at a tremendous rate behind closed doors.

It was a truly brilliant concept, and an excellent piece of work. It was provocative and intriguing, scandalous yet essential. It involved the use of some hardcore pornography, but it was entirely artistically justified.

But he ran into an issue because as part of his installation, he required a piece of intimate video. And due to copyright, intellectual property, and permissions etc, he wasn’t able to use any existing footage.

Which meant he needed to produce some himself.

Long story short, he needed someone willing to let three guys ejaculate over them on film as part of the project. Faces would be blurred to protect identifies, and there was no penetration or actual sex, it just needed to be ‘climax’ and the resultant mess. Read more »