Author: AnOpenTreasureChest

“I’ll wank you off for your can of Pringles…” (28f) [MF]

There’s a time in our lives – if we’re lucky – when opportunities for sex are so abundant and plentiful as to render the need to actively seek them out redundant. For me and, I suspect, most others, this time was University. The first year specifically, where everyone is finding their feet away from home for the first time, and is eager to both stretch and part their legs to explore all the new found freedoms that independence can offer. A unique period during which casual sex is no trickier to find than sand on a beach. Especially during ‘Freshers week’ – a seven day period wherein the only agenda in any budding student’s diary is to visit as many drinking establishments in your new town as is possible, and begin making acquaintances for the next three years of your life.

And fucking. A whole lot of fucking.

While it would be exaggerating to say that *everyone* was purely being driven by their newly ignited and explosive libido that week – there were certainly a fair share of High School sweethearts intent on holding out for their first romance back home, and plenty still too shy, nervous or just plain socially awkward to consider wading into the free-for-all – those of us who had experienced a modicum of sexual activity and were hungry – or in my case, utterly ravenous – for more, and eager to make the most of the opportunity as it presented itself. Read more »

Getting into the WRONG BED (28f) [FM]

While I like to think I’m blessed with a least a modest collection of talents and skills, I’m painfully aware that an inbuilt sense of direction is very much not among them. I can – and *have* – managed to inexplicably end up going the wrong way when walking down a perfectly straight road.

This total lack of internal compass is something I’ve learned to live with. I choose to see getting lost as an adventure in itself rather than an irritating digression, albeit mostly as a pitifully self delusional attempt to keep myself sane and justify my inability to arrive anywhere on time. I’m also somewhat aided by the fact that, living as we do in the era where technology is the short term solution to (and frequent cause of) most of life’s problems, my phone can usually keep me pointed in roughly the right direction. Read more »

Caught Fucking Outdoors (28f) [FM]

As sunshine beams in through the window beside me and I casually flick my childish desk-calendar over to a new day – despite already being half way through said day because who the fuck arrives early to their desk on a Saturday, hurrying the weekend along like a disposable commodity ? – I can’t help but feel an encouraging sense of optimism begin to creep through me. There’s something thoroughly reassuring about the gently warming rays of a warm sun on the first day of Spring that inspires thoughts of long hot Summer days, picnics in parks, drinking ’till the sun goes down with friends in a beer garden…

…And fucking.

Lots and lots of magnificent, invigorating, life affirming, outdoor fucking.

I *love* alfresco sex. For all its many – and let’s make no secret of this, there are *many* – impracticalities, there’s something to the sheer spontaneity and rush of simply giving in to desires wherever and whenever which makes the experience so gloriously liberating, however suboptimal the ensuing sex can occasionally prove to be. Read more »

Listening to my flatmate fuck [F] (28f)

Is there anything more curious, unknowable, or indeed *fascinating* than other people’s sex lives?

Given the particular subreddit you’re reading this in, I’m going to take it as read that you’re inclined to agree. Sex is, arguably, the most diverse and interesting topic we can engage in and, especially when we’re not getting any ourselves, learning of the sex lives of others goes some way to filling that void – whether it be merely scratching the itch of interest and fascination, or outright providing arousal and titillation.

I’ve posted recently (and at some length) as to my current lockdown enforced dry spell. Which is to say that, thanks to national restrictions and social distancing rules, I’m currently enduring the longest duration of sexual absence since the bygone days of losing my virginity.

And I’m not dealing with it at all well. Read more »

Skinny Dipping Leads to Epic Outdoor Group Fuck (28f) [Group]

Is it just me, or is skinny dipping essentially just a very long (and occasionally somewhat self defeating) way of getting around to inviting someone for sex?

I ask because in my adult years – and I use the term *adult* very loosely here, as I technically mean University years and beyond, and while I was a great many things during Uni, I don’t think ‘a mature adult’ would be considered among them – I have indulged in the practice of skinny dipping on precisely three occasions. And each and every one of them have ultimately resulted in sex.

I can’t believe I’m alone here. Let’s be honest, the very notion of skinny dipping is, despite whatever innocuous excuse may be offered at the time, inherently a sexual one. Sure, it’s all played as simply being ‘for fun’, a silly dare or a way to refresh, but ultimately someone is suggesting that everyone take their clothes off in close proximity. Either they’re keen to show off what they’ve been hiding under their own layers, or they’re keen to see someone else stripped bare. Usually, I dare say, both. Read more »

Masturbating on a Zoom group call and getting CAUGHT (28f) [F]

Well, fuck.

Thanks largely to the current state of the world – specifically the recurrent and unrelenting lockdowns we find ourselves perpetually trapped within here in the UK – I’ve found myself cruelly ensnared in the merciless midst of the longest sexual ‘dry spell’ I’ve ever encountered since the heady days of losing my virginity.

I’ve posted previously about how I haven’t taken at all well to this stark sexless existence and how, as a direct result, my libido is currently running rampant. I’ve found myself hopeless trapped in a state of near constant arousal the likes of which I haven’t experienced since the early days of discovering that it was possible to self gratify, and that boys were something *not* to be ignored at all costs, but actually worth spending time with because they have appendages attached to them that can be very useful indeed…

Perhaps unsurprisingly in this wild and unchecked perpetual horn-dog state, I’m masturbating with both a frequency and urgency that might put a typical teenager to shame. I suspect the sheer relentless tedium of lockdown – wherein there’s literally nowhere to go nor people to see – also plays a significant factor atop the inflamed libido, given that self gratification is often the only way to break up an otherwise utterly uneventful day. Read more »

“Can you make me cum with your feet?” (28f) [FM]

Before I kick this post off I feel it’s only fair that I make one thing clear; I’m not ‘into’ feet.

It’s not that I necessarily find them specifically unattractive – far from it – but more that I simply find them no *more* attractive than any other largely functional part of the anatomy. Which is to say that ultimately I find them no more or less arousing than the elbow or the ear lobe.

But I also fully understand that to some people they are the very pinnacle of the erotic food chain. And I take no issue with that at all – Everyone has their own unique kinks and it’s very much not for others to judge. Sometimes it can be a fascinating deep dive into *why* a person can find a specific (and/or obscure) thing to stimulate them, but providing it’s not actively harming either themselves or others, I’ll never kink-shame and always try my best to at the very least understand, if not necessarily participate.

My philosophy has always been to (at least attempt to) keep an open mind. Often kinks can be either so remarkably specific or so bizarrely left field that they’ll be things that you’d never conceive of yourself and, perhaps if you tried it, you might even enjoy it. Read more »

vANALtines Day 2 – Fucking my arse (28f) [FM]

“Awww, come on Alice. It’s Valentine’s Day. The most romantic day of the year. The day for couples to show how much they care for each other… Let me put it in your arse!”

– The immortal line uttered to me by my then boyfriend, several years ago.

“Fine.“But since, as you so elegantly state, it’s a day for couples to show how much we care for each other, I feel you ought to share the discomfort. So. You can put it up my bum. But first, I get to slip something in yours.”

– My response.

This is a continuation of the reminiscence shared in [HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ljcxwr/vanaltines_day_ill_do_your_arse_then_you_can_do/) but, fear not, it can be read in isolation without issue. I’ll provide a very brief summation of what you’ve missed, or a gloriously succinct refresher if you’ve already experienced it once.

Quick sum up – Ryan (my boyfriend) with some reluctance agreed to my demands. We shared a shower wherein foreplay began and, to put not too fine a point on it, ensured that everything was ‘bum ready’. Once both cleansed and aroused we shifted to the bed where his fingers worked their magic, and my tongue did much the same. After some teasing and an abundance of lubrication I swallowed his cock and plunged my finger where the sun doesn’t shine. In no time at all he proclaimed an expletive and exploded in my mouth. Read more »

vANALtines Day. I’ll do your arse then you can do mine… (28f) [FM]

“Awww, come on Alice. It’s Valentine’s Day. The most romantic day of the year. The day for couples to show how much they care for each other… Let me put it in your arse!”

These were the delightfully romantic words uttered to me several years ago by my then boyfriend Ryan. And I immediately know what you’re thinking. How did I catch myself such a charmer?

Short answer: Our relationship had started as something of a ‘Christmas fling’ that had, somehow and despite the odds, survived until February. It was a largely causal affair but, I was assured, definitely more than ‘just’ casual sex as we also went on dates which, by definition, meant we were dating. At least, so I was told.

I’m being a little unkind. Ryan was a lovely, decent guy and, without wishing to sound too shallow, was incredibly good in bed. I’d always struggled when asked by friends what I saw in him to not answer too graphically. Because if I was being honest the two primary reasons could be summed up as:

1. Remarkable stamina.
2. A thing he could do with his fingers that I could neither explain nor mimic, but that – and I’m not exaggerating – worked every time. Read more »

The Consolation Handjob (28f) [FM]

You’ll have to bear with me here, because this post is as much of a question as it is a tale of sordid sexual escapades.

It arose out of a recent discussion with my flatmate wherein I casually mentioned feeling so starved of sexual company at present that I’d even settle for dispensing a consolation handjob. It was a passing remark. A casual comment, offered as an off the cuff example of my current state of sexual frustration.

But my flatmate halted me almost immediately. “Alice. What in the name of fuck is a ‘consolation handjob?”

And therein lies the rub. Pun intended.

I’ve reached the tender age of twenty eight, now on the very cusp of twenty nine (which in itself is on the cusp of the number which shall not be named), wilfully assuming that a consolation handjob was a common thing. Standard practice. Part of the sexual lexicography. However my friend informed me that I was a fucking lunatic and that no one else on earth either a) Uses the phrase or, once I’d explained what I meant by it; b) indulges in the practice. Read more »