I fulfilled my ultimate fantasy of sleeping with a [Group] of people, whose faces I never got to see…

It’s been a while since I last posted, but in the year (oh god, has it been that long?!) since, things went from good, to great, to bad, to INCREDIBLE. This story is about that last part. But first, some background.

I started seeing a guy I worked with; many other details in my previous posts, but to cut a long story short, I took the bull by the horns and showed him what I wanted. We plunged head first into a very intense relationship, and suffice to say, I’ve never loved anyone as much as I have loved him.

The thing is, we got on a bit of a habit of only really going for “brand new experiences”. First time having anal sex on a train? Done. First time giving him a blowjob in a busy shop? Done. We scoured Reddit looking for inspiration, and honestly I had the best time of my life. But then… the ideas started to run dry. I love him endlessly, but we found our sex life was starting to dry up. Everything felt “the same” or tame in comparison to some of the thrill of exploring new boundaries. I guess you can only push the limits until they truly break.

Operation Open Goal – The Outcome [FM]

I posted the other day about my plans for last night, as per my post here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a2dl13/my_plans_for_giving_myself_to_him_operation_open/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a2dl13/my_plans_for_giving_myself_to_him_operation_open/) – for those of you who haven’t read the story, in summary, I was planning on “seducing” a co-worker I’ve wanted to fuck the brains out of for years, by wearing an unbelievably slutty dress and “accidentally” showing off a butt plug and vibrator.

Well, to misquote one of my favourite books, “Reader, I fucked him”.

John arrived a little later than expected last night, so I had already had a glass of wine and gotten myself worked up by the time he was at the door. From the moment I saw him on the doorstep, it was clear the dress was a huge success. He couldn’t take his eyes off me – strangely not my breasts so much (even though they were truly on-form), but seemingly my legs and ass. I was worried he’d notice everything a bit too early, but thought “fuck it”, and gave him the biggest coquettish smile I could muster, then went in for a hug. I noticed it lasted quite a bit longer than usual, and I swear his hands ventured lower than before – maybe it was just the thin dress, but I could have sworn I felt him grace the top of my ass cheeks with his hands as he hugged me.

my plans for giving myself to him – operation “open goal” [FM]

I work with a guy who I’m going to call John. He’s smart, funny, a little plump (or, “Cuddly” as I like to think of it) but most of all he’s the nicest, most wonderful person you’d ever meet. And for the last few years I’ve been constantly dreaming about fucking him every which way since Sunday. There’s nothing that gets me hotter than picturing him pinning me against a wall and filling me with his cock, or throwing me on the bed and taking me any way his mind happens to settle on.

The only problem is, he’s unbelievably shy. It’s not like he’s not got much to be confident about – everyone we both know agrees he’s the most wonderful person around – he just never seems to believe anyone could like him in *that* way. So, me being me, I decided instead of being boring as hell and just telling him what he means to me, I’d make a challenge of it – and see if I can get him to make the first move. It’s going to take some doing, but I’m going to throw everything I have at what I’m now calling “Operation Open Goal”.