Author: AOLGeneration

When I [M] watched porn on a [F]irst date

When I was 22 I met an older, attractive woman, Robin, 27, at a local bar. Robin had natural blond hair, pale skin, light eyes, and an athletic build. This was in 1999, so I asked for her number and wrote it down. Unheard of today, right? Plenty of times, I wouldn’t get a call back or it was a false number, but when I called Robin, we had a nice conversation and she was willing to go out with me.

Part of that nice conversation happened to cover the fact that we both liked watching porn. I was very impressed because up until that point I had always thought that females were not stimulated by porn. So here at least one claimed to be. I was also impressed that she told me a past boyfriend had been a bridge player who introduced her to (now late) actor and bridge aficionado, Omar Sharif. She actually cooked Sharif a meal! Having seen him in Dr. Zhivago and The Tamarind Seed, I found it fascinating that she had met and cooked for him. So Robin was interesting to say the least and I was really looking forward to taking her out. The fact that she confided her appreciation for porn to me also made me think I might get lucky. Read more »

[M]y ONS with [F] I met off of AOL hours earlier

As you might have guessed from my username, I came of age during the era of AOL. By the time Tinder (or even Craig’s List) came around, I was in a committed relationship with the woman who would eventually become my wife. So in 2000, when this experience took place, the online answer for quick sex or sex play was America Online. Read more »

I loved the [f]rankness AOL engendered when you’d [m]eet in person.

I love kissing a woman as much as the next guy, but sometimes, especially on a first hook-up, it can go on a little too long. AOL was a great solution for that in the ’90’s-early 2000’s. I used to get such a thrill out of being frank about my/our intentions. We both knew why I was at her place or she was at mine, and it was so refreshing to be able to refer back to our chat in order to fast-track the action.

I mentioned this in a previous gonewildstories post, but probably the one time I didn’t want to really kiss at all was when I met a redhead who told me she had strawberry blond pubic hair earlier that evening in our online chat. In person, it turned out she had a dead tooth on her upper row. I did kiss her shortly after arriving at her apartment to break the ice, but after maybe five seconds, I said, “I really want to see your vagina with all that strawberry blond hair you were telling me about.” She immediately took her one-piece dress off, and I disrobed completely too. Less than a minute later I was eating her beautiful firecrotch and she was sicking my cock. Read more »

[M]y attraction to fast sex versus desire [f]or a girlfriend

There is an exemplar gonewildstory nested herein, but this post is more an observation of gone wild lifestyle vs. actual stories.

When I was in college I really wanted to be in a committed relationship. I was always on the lookout for a girlfriend. But I also absolutely loved the hookup culture of university life. We didn’t use the term “hookup culture,” but there definitely was such a culture at my (and I’m sure most other) colleges.

When I would have the opportunity to go home with (or take home) a woman from a bar or party, I could never resist. that temptation. And while I typically didn’t have sexual intercourse with them, it was pretty much a given that we’d do oral. It was so much fun, and I always wanted to do it again and go out exclusively with them. Sadly, when I would call (because I’d always ask for their number), I would seldom get an actual date. I inferred it was because we had gone too far on the first night and I was relegated to ‘random hookup’ status. Does that ring true to any of you?
So the next weekend, I’d be prowling all over again. And if I was lucky enough to meet a woman I’d make the same mistake all over again. I remember one woman in particular, Julia, who I really wanted to date. I could tell after the first five minutes of meeting her. She came back to my apartment and sat on my face, and I distinctly remember how bittersweet it was. Yes, I wanted to go down on her, and, yes, it was very pleasurable for me (and it would seem, her), but I recall thinking, ‘The second you lick her vagina, you’re going to blow any possible relationship.’ Read more »

[M] keeping diary/log of all [F’s] with whom he was sexual

This is not so much a gonewildstory as it is a means to record gonewildstories for the future. From the time I was first sexual I kept a diary. Among other more mundane thoughts and experiences, I made a habit of recording my sexual escapades whether it was tame or ‘gone wild.’ I can not say that every act was written up in great detail, but most of them were. What I can say, however, is that I began to keep a shorthand log of all partners. Even if I didn’t make it an entry in my diary, I would record the woman’s name, age (if I knew it), date (at least month/year), and what we did sexually.

I can not begin to tell at least the guys on reddit the wisdom behind keeping that simple one page log. Even if I didn’t record the whole ‘hook-up,’ just the name, alone, would jog my memory years later and I would be able to recreate the entire scene in my head. The other details helped, but as long as I had a name and often times the approximate date of our hook up(s), that was all I needed. Read more »

[M]emorable sex in our [f]estive Halloween costumes

It was Halloween 2003, my girlfriend (who would later become my wife) and I had been dating less than a year and this was our first Halloween together. We went to a house party in downtown Chicago dressed as a Bavarian couple. I had lederhosen with matching hat and a beer stein actually from Munich. My girlfriend wore a dirndl, the traditional, Bavarian barmaid dress and frock. She also had a stein to use as a prop. I have never looked particularly German with my dark hair and darker complexion, but my girlfriend/wife is part German, Swiss, and Norwegian – as well as other Anglo-Saxon heritage with fair skin and blond hair, so she really looked the part of the comely, Bavarian barmaid. (Think the models on the Hofbrau bottles/packaging and you wouldn’t be far off. Basically, she was a total fox.) Read more »

[M]y hook-ups were better than the [f]riends I was winging for.

This is less a gonewildstory than a common thread throughout so many of my ‘gone wild,’ experiences asa single guy. But I was curious to know if any other guys or gals experienced the same thing.

When I was in college and a post-grad., I would often meet women at bars, parties, and other venues where I would be on the search with one or more other guy friends. There were also a lot of times I would be asked to accompany a friend on a double-date because a woman he met was only comfortable taking a friend of hers along. Still, other times it would be AOL-related and I or another buddy would chat with a woman who was willing to meet as long as she could take a friend and another guy came along. I always thought beyond the safety issue, a woman wants to see that the man has at least one friend and that they’re not some connection-less recluse. Read more »

Li[f]e i[m]mitating art

The Opening of Misty Beethoven (1976) is my favorite porn film of all time, and, not surprisingly, Constance Money (who played Misty) is my favorite porn actress. I first saw the film in the late-nineties.

I was struck by a very brief but highly erotic scene in which Constance Money blows and fucks a gay art gallery owner played by Cal Culver. The scene was decidedly un-PC – aside from the storyline which sets up the fact that the gallery owner is homosexual, the character speaks in an effeminate manner, wears a woman’s silk robe/kaftan, and is made-up with eye shadow and lipstick!

Still, the gallery owner gladly accepts a BJ from the nubile Misty. (Fellow admirers of this film will recall “Ripe Mango, take two,” as the catch phrase of this scene.) With rumbling percussions and electric guitar up with a swell, Constance Money deftly inserts the gallery owner’s erection into her hungry, blond-bushed pussy. Her salmon pink labia minora are beautifully flared around his shaft. Cal Culver is literally a minute man. From Constance’s first plunge to his pull-out cumshot, exactly 60 seconds elapse. I should clarify that Culver’s wasn’t a perfect pull-out as you see a dollop of ejaculate drop out of Constance’s pussy right as he withdraws! Read more »

That ti[m]e I got caught eating out an 18 y o [F]

I just found a diary from 1998 with a separate piece of paper folded into it that lists all of the women with whom I was fortunate enough to hook up with that year. When I read the name Heather I was transported back to 1998 to relive what I would now call a definite ‘gone wild story.’

To know how I came to meet Heather, you have to first know about Mark. Mark was the younger cousin of a good college friend of mine. My buddy was a couple of years older than me; his cousin was 18. I actually became pretty good friends with Mark despite his being in high school and my being in college. In many ways, Mark was more mature than his older cousin in fact. Mark did very well for himself in high school with the ladies. A lot better than I did for sure. I treated Mark as my peer and we had enough candid conversations for him to know that I loved eating pussy and the hairier the better. As I said, Mark was a mature guy, and he didn’t judge me for my preference though ‘the bush’ was on the decline at this point in ’98. Mark was also privy to enough conversations with me, his cousin, and our other friends to know that I wasn’t afraid of a little vaginal odor. My friends were merciless on me, always joking that I only eat out stinky pussies. Mark, however, never judged or made similar remarks. Read more »

[MF] The most wholesome college fraternity party hook-up

I want to be clear that I actually posted this story a year ago, but according to Reddit, since ‘Insights’ was not available then, I can start a new post to see how it performs under those metrics. So for your consideration, and with the understanding that re-posting is appropriate for this purpose, I am happy to re-share this delightful gonewildstory.

Aside from my wife, who is the nicest person I know, I thought it might be fun to recount the most kind-hearted with whom I was ever sexual.I was in college at the time. It was my senior year. I met a girl at a fraternity party who (for the sake of anonymity) had a name that started with “M”. She was 2 years younger than me, and I could tell she was pleasantly plump. By no means obese, just a bigger girl yet with curves in the right places. She was with a girl who had a rare skin disorder in which her pigmentation became very splotchy from the merest exposure to the sun. It was impossible for M’s friend to avoid this condition even in the cold weather town our college was located. Merely going to class and back would be enough to trigger this condition. Read more »