So I’ve actually seen him again since the previous story. He came over and he brought me groceries because my clumsy self sprained my ankle. Honestly all a fuzzy blur from there cause that move made me more shook than I could’ve expected. He stayed over because I asked him to, even though he didn’t plan to, and we had a lot of very good sex and watched movies while we snuggled in bed and honestly I could relive the blur forever. It was not a quickie but boy did it all happen in a blink of an eye. Waking up next to him, and him fucking me while I’m the little spoon while also rubbing my clit to the point I wanted to scream. That is slightly less blurry. This story is not about that.
Author: exploring416
The quickie [FM]
So my trip got cut short due to COVID-19 (really, it did), I had to rebook and come home within 24 hours notice, and I managed to incur some minor injuries in my travels (mess of a human), but that didn’t stop him from seeing me the first day I got back. He had some set plans already, as this was all a very rushed chaotic 24 hours of complete change of plans from my part. Even still, I was able to snag a couple hours of his time.
He comes over and I kiss him at the door. I’ve been resting in bed so far, bum ankle and extreme time difference does that to a girl. He wakes me right up. Seeing him is a rush. Every time. It has yet to fade. I don’t think it will. We go to my room. I plop onto my bed. I’m in a satin and lace shorts/camisole set. He’s in many layers from the cold. He sets his things down. He’s becoming familiar in my room. He has certain spots for his things now. He begins to de-layer and gets into bed with me. He’s wearing the thermal I got him. He points it out as if I hadn’t immediately noticed. It’s cute. He’s cute. He asks me how I am, how am I feeling (physically, injuries and what have you). We start kissing.
Not the typical GW story, but I need to get this out [FM] (long) (Part 2)
[Here is Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fbe7v2/not_the_typical_gw_story_but_i_need_to_get_this/)
Apologies for the formatting. On mobile.
To recap. I’m about to travel halfway across the world. Before I do so, I spend the last couple of couple days in the country with this man. It feels substantial because this is my first trip since admitting the depth of my feelings to him just a handful of weeks ago. We have a D/s dynamic.
So say departure is Saturday, then this would be Friday. I am in the office this day for some meetings I couldn’t take from home. I meet him after work. He’s at a bar in my neighborhood already, so I meet him there. This is a special occurrence. We tried to keep our interactions to the bedroom. It is starting to extend outside of that. It’s complicated. I ramble to him about my day. I finally manage to ask him about his. I’m happy he’s next to me. Seeing him two days in a row is a treat. I start to ask about food, laying out some options. My cupboards are a bit scarce as I am about to be out of town for weeks. He mentions an Italian place around the corner, one I’ve been meaning to try. Internally, I’m lighting up a bit. I don’t know if he can tell. This is shaping up to be a date. We don’t really do dates. I typically don’t really like dates. Man did it end up being the best date. Conversation easy. Silence tension building, not uncomfortable. And the pasta was great. I’m particular about eating pasta out. So is he. We leave to walk back to my apartment.
Not the typical GW story, but I need to get this out [FM] (long) (Part 1)
So this doesn’t exactly feel like the right place for this kind of story, but it’s the closest I can come up with. I need to get this all down and off my chest. I tried to go full slut and just give the juicy scandalous details. It felt too insincere. Yes, even to total anonymous strangers.
I want to give some background. I’ll do the whole all caps “this is the sex part” down below. So. I’ve never been a girlfriend. I’ve never felt like I’m the girlfriend type. That used to be in an ugly duckling syndrome way. I was a late bloomer. Now I can do quite alright for myself if I want to. I get told I look like an actress that is generally deemed attractive by society. It is mortifying every time. Outside of that, I’m quite confident and self assured. Career woman! Etc. Currently I’m not the girlfriend type, because beyond being career minded, I’m that fun broken girl trope. Refreshing! I shun away feelings (well feelings that aren’t rage! Boldness! I’m your standard fiery girl, down to the red hair. I warned you – trope. I am not a manic pixie dream girl. But. I wouldn’t exactly say I’m original in my issues, either.) You’ll never guess what happened next! I fell in love with a man that does more for me than I ever thought possible. I’m still not a girlfriend, but in his arms, I am happy. This is the story about seeing him right before I took a trip halfway across the world. My first time traveling since telling him I’m in love.