Loving Sex [MF]: Sex in my [31F] childhood bedroom when I brought him [40M] home to meet my family.

Last month, we took the plunge! We met the families!

The night Rob came to my childhood home, I let him know that my parents would welcome him with open arms- and then try to feed him.

True to predictions, they immediately invited him in and offered him local foods. We stayed up fairly late, but only slightly past our normal bedtime. We had a nice time and had a good chat.

I’m not sure how comfortable he is in my old bedroom. We get settled in, phones charging, lights off. We talked about how the meeting went and snuggled together.

Snuggling turned into making out. Making out, he shifts to bring our hips closer. I can feel him hard against me. He always sleeps with his shirt off, and he feels delicious in the dark. I love running my hands over his bare skin, especially his arms and back. He kisses me and strokes my hair. He strokes down from my shoulder and arm to my elbow, something he does when he feels ready to carry the sexy stuff to the next level. Sometimes I tease him and build sexual tension by ignoring this subtle signal until I just can’t stand it- but tonight, I don’t have the self-restraint. I want him now.

Another story with romantic sex from a woman’s POV. I [F] love [M]y sexy (thoughtful and smart) boyfriend. (F31,M40)

It has been a while since I’ve posted. Life is still great with Rob! We have talked about getting married and melding our futures. He’s taken care of me through a rough patch at work, and made sure I’ve felt loved the entire time. He is everything I’ve been looking for and more. I have never been in love like this before. He’s on the road again, and I just got back, but before we were separated for work, we had a really, really, nice Saturday night together…

We had a nice night, quietly at home. Netflix was going, and we were cuddled up together under the blanket. It is getting late, it is dark outside, and I’m tired, but I can feel that my body isn’t ready to sleep just yet.

He has his arm around me, my head is on his shoulder, and my hand caresses his broad chest. My fingers trace across his collar and down his shoulder. I have changed from passively touching him to sending out a signal to him that certain parts of my body are very much awake.

[MF] This is for those of you who like reading the woman’s point of view about wholesome romantic sex between two people in the honeymoon phase of a relationship. He’s officially my boyfriend! [F31, M40]

Long story short, Rob is back from his work trip. He came over last night, and that was the best sex of my life. He is officially my boyfriend.

Here’s a link to my last “episode” that has links to the others at the bottom: [link](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jln02z/fm_my_31f_covid_dryspellending_partner_40m_has/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

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While he was gone, Rob and I kept in touch with the magic of technology. Daily check ins, and pictures. No risqué pictures, and that’s okay. His face, so handsome. Mmm. I could stare at him all day. We had FaceTime dates too.

I surprised him at the airport with signs and matching Christmas sweaters for us. I was so nervous that he’d think I’m a dork and he wouldn’t like me anymore… I shouldn’t have worried. As soon as I handed him the sweater he was already unbuttoning his shirt and sported the classy reindeer immediately!

After being apart for three weeks, we picked up beyond where we left off. We had gained intimacy through our video chat conversations and were ready to tackle some big topics. Among other things, he said he’d been talking to his friends and referring to me as his girlfriend. He asked if that was okay, if I was okay with being his girlfriend. Yes! It has been years since I’ve had a boyfriend, and I like it!

[FM] My [31F] Covid dry-spell-ending partner [40M] has turned into a relationship. In addition to his sexy body and perfect cock- he has magic hands too!

*(This happened a few weeks ago, and I wrote it shortly after but forgot to post it! And now he’s already traveling again! Womp womp.)*

Rob came back from his business trip!!! He was able to stay socially distant with mask-wearing people for the duration, so it didn’t seem like it was much different than if he’d just been here the whole time. So I wanted to have him over. My own work travel was coming up, so I wanted to seize the day.

I cooked him dinner- the first time I’ve made food for him! It was good to empty my fridge and also show him that I can cook. We chatted at the table for a while. I got up to rinse dishes. He got up with me.

I couldn’t get over how handsome he was. His smile melted me. His broad shoulders and muscular arms filled his shirt. I needed to touch him.

Sir. [FM] My [31F] October adventures with my favorite man in uniform [40M].

Rob, what a man. It is well-established and well-documented that the sex is excellent- and he continues to impress me in other aspects! He makes me feel desired, valued, and seen. He sweeps me off my feet with gestures like bringing me chocolate truffles at work after a stressful inspection. He asked to have a picture of us together (which I look at ALL the time now). He texts me about how glad he is that we met and sends me other cute things that make my heart flutter. If I were reading this on reddit, I’d be convinced that the author of this post is full of nonsense, and selling fictional garbage. I promise, I’m not. He is real, and I am so lucky.

We had a fantastic long autumn weekend together. He came over Saturday, we walked to the park and read on a blanket, walked home, and made homemade pumpkin ravioli in a brown butter pecan sauce. He’d never made pasta before, so he watched me make one tray of ravioli then said, “Okay, my turn?” Umm… definitely! And it was so attractive that he held down the pasta fort so I could get water on to cook them, cook some veggies, and make the sauce. I’d forgotten what it was like to have a partner that makes my life easier, and it is so good!

[FM] I like giving head as the main event. It’s even better as part of an evening of dinner, games, and snuggles with a man I can’t keep my hands off of. :)

Rob, the military man, came over for dinner again. After eating we played a board game. Once we were done playing, I walked over to him at the other side of the kitchen table. First sliding my hand across his broad shoulders then massaging his scalp and kissing the top of his head.

He scoots his chair back to stand with me. One arm wrapped around my waist, the other holding the back of my head as he brings me to him for a passionate kiss. The kissing ramps up as he pulls my body into his. I can feel him hard through his shorts against me. His hands wander from my waist to my hips to my ass, giving me a little squeeze. He keeps kissing me, and starts walking me backwards into the bedroom.

Unfortunately, I’d been battling a minor gyn issue, so PIV sex was off the table. It is hard to tell him the news as he is actively putting me in the bedroom, but I didn’t want to text it to him and thought telling him in person was better. He shrugged it off laughing, “I’ll just come back later then…” turning his head like he’d leave, but never releasing my waist, instead going right back in to keep making out with me.

Unicorn. (How I [F] ended up checking a threesome [FFM] off my bucket list.)

Reddit has such a great response to my first couple stories that I figured it would be a good place to share more wholesome but sexy stories. I’ve had a pretty decent smattering of sexperiences over the years, so we’ll see when I run out of things to share.

Set the scene: 2010. I’m recently 21, and I hook up with two other classmates my age. I’m 5’3”, 125 lbs, asian, fit-ish (school has taken a toll… but I still run, lift, and swim.)

I was at a college party and standing with a handful of people. We’re talking about our bucket lists. Lots of destinations for travel, wanting to sky dive, bungee jump, ride an exotic animal… then someone suggests something sexual. I’d tried to coordinate a threesome with my first FWB (the guy who introduced me to handcuffs), and I mention I was a little disappointed that it hadn’t panned out. Jeff mentions that he’s always wanted to try a threesome.

I [F] surprise my FWB [M] with a school girl outfit. He surprises me with my introduction to bondage.

Let’s rewind. It is summertime 2008 and I’m eighteen years old, maybe a month or so after prom. I have a few months before college starts, and it’s been almost two years since I’ve had a boyfriend. I am almost painfully horny. I decide to find someone to help me.

After several days of chatting online, Adam, also eighteen, and I decide to meet up in real life. He’s from a city about 30 minutes from mine, also recently graduated from high school and awaiting college. We go out to a movie and linger at a Denny’s. We make out in the parking lot and agree to go out again later in the week.

We continue to meet, hooking up in our cars, or waiting until one of our houses is empty. We don’t have sex, but still manage to have an excellent time with everything else available on the sexual menu.

One day he lets me know that his parents are going out of town for a church retreat. It means we can have his house all to ourselves for some sinful behavior.

Sir [FM] (Or how I [30F] ended my covid dry spell with a hot military man [40M])

It’s been a six months since the last time I had PIV sex. When COVID19 hit, I took it very seriously and only came out of the house for work, groceries, and the gas station. I ended my friends with benefits arrangement to do my part with social distancing. Since then, I moved across the country, and there is more research out showing that if you keep gatherings below 10 people and wear a mask, that’s pretty much the standard for staying safe. So, while I wasn’t about to have any parties, it made me feel comfortable with the idea of dating one-on-one again.

I dated a woman for about a month, but ended things because she reminded me too much of my ex-husband- go figure.

Another month goes by. I match with a handsome 40 year old, recently divorced man. Rob. Sure, he’s got 10 years on me, but we have a lot of the same interests and hobbies. He even starts reading the book I mention on my profile so we have something to talk about. (Swoon)