Author: BDThrowaway112

I (29m) matched with the assistant front desk manager (35F) at my hotel [MF]

I travel a lot for work. I found early on that it helps to be friendly with the folks who work the front desk. They can give the best advice on where to eat or get a drink in the area, and provide all sorts of other little luxuries. One particular hotel stay

Okay, maybe I flirted with her a bit. She was cute enough. I didn’t know she was older than me yet. Her auburn hair was up in a bun, which drew attention to her deep green eyes. Even behind the counter and through her business attire, I could tell she was a curvy woman.

We chatted for maybe a bit too long. I didn’t notice there were other guests waiting to check in behind me, so I promptly big my farewell, and went up to my room to put my suitcase away. I didn’t think much about it, although when I went back downstairs to work out, I swore I caught her checking me out.

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When I went up to my room, I aimlessly swiped through Tinder for a while. When I was traveling I’d always use the app, although it rarely worked out. But when it did… those were some of my more memorable experiences being single. Read more »

She (21 f) wanted to see a white dick (21m) [MF]

Senior year of college, I was working as an RA. I had just broken up with my only long term girlfriend of my undergrad years, and it was a bad breakup, so I wasn’t exactly ready to see anyone new yet. So at the time of this story, there wasn’t anyone in my life I was even flirting with. At least intentionally. There was June.

June was an RA two floors above my ow in the building where I worked. She was also one of those people who is ridiculously involved in everything on campus. She was Vice President of the Black Student Union, active in Student Government, and was a member of a ton of different clubs and orgs, and on the school’s track and field team in addition to working for Housing. God knows how she got the grades she did. So yeah, brilliant girl. She was also really pretty. June was a first generation American whose folks were from Nigeria. She was maybe 5’6, or 5’7, usually kept her hair natural but short, with these gorgeous dark brown eyes and an absolutely radiant smile. She also had runners legs and the kinda ass that gives a guy neck pains. Oh, and she wore glasses, which probably for most people isn’t a major thing but for me is a major, major thing. Read more »

A Visit to Amber’s Place [MF] [Cheating]

Part two of the post I started [here](https://reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6eijw5/a_high_school_reunion_of_sorts_mf/)
I woke the next morning to a text from Amber. It was a photo. In it, she was wearing nothing but a lacey black bra. She was leaning back, her shoulders slouched so as to emphasize her bosom. Between her cherry red lips she was holding a Durex xl condom. “Your move, cowboy,” was the caption accompanying the sight.

My “move” was to throw on a pair of denim jeans and a plaid button up and hop in the car to drive to her place.

She greeted me at the door, wearing a black silk robe. The second the door was shut, she was on me, wrapping her arms behind my neck and pulling me into a deep kiss.

“I need you, upstairs,” she said, reaching down and groping me over the jeans. “I need you bad,” she bit her lip, turning to walk upstairs. I grabbed her again, pinning her from behind. “I hope you realize what you are in for,” I growl in her ear, reaching around and caressing her heavy breasts over her robe. She pressed her ass back against me. “You’ll have to show me yourself,” she said in a breathy little whisper. Read more »

A High School Reunion of Sorts [MF]

I was home for college after my first semester, and decided to stop into the local Diner I used to hang out at with my friends in high school. The waitress looked familiar. I couldn’t place her at first until after she recognized me.

Amber was a few years ahead of me in high school. She had always been a bit on the “thick” side, but in the years since I’d last saw her, she had grown a bit chubbier. This is not an insult: she wore the weight well, it suited her. And to be crass, her weight gain suited me too: her ass was wider, her breasts looked maybe a size or two larger. Her hair, naturally auburn brown was now dyed black, curled and shoulder length. I had a bit of a thing for her in high school. She was heavily involved in the Drama Club, and I guess my thing for super-outgoing, curvy brunettes started early.
Her manager had already gone home for the night, and business was slow, so she invited herself to sit at my table. We caught up for maybe an hour. I knew that she had a kid shortly after high school, but other than her son, she seemed to try to avoid questions about her personal life. That should have been a clue. the other clue should have been when she first came over to say high. I saw her put something in her pocket. In hindsight, it was probably a wedding ring. Read more »

[M]y [F]irst size queen

Some guys are lucky in the cock size department. I was given an embarrassment of riches. After years of having women complain that my size makes rough sex difficult, I endeavored in my 21st year to seek out a woman who would be more appreciative of my cyclopean friend below my belt.

I created a Tinder profile with a few pictures of myself. I made my bio “6 feet, 9 inches. Those are two separate measurements.” My first several matches were bots. A few others were girls who were not looking for hookups. One girl I was hitting it off with, and when she finally read and processed my bio, she called me a pig and full of shit and unmatched. So it goes. I would have packed it in and called this a failed attempt. But then I found Rebekah.
Rebekah was a few years older than me, a graduate student at a nearby university. Like me, she was new to the city, she had just come to her program from Israel, I had just transferred from a school in another state. Like me, she was recently out of a bad relationship and not looking for anything serious. Read more »