[M]y GF comes home drunk from a costume party. Next morning, doesn’t remember a thing…

At this point, we’ve been together for a couple of years. She’s 5’4, booty to die for, and fit. I love watching her put jeans on, super sexy. One thing to note, is she’s very well spoken and diplomatic. More importantly, she’s very soft spoken. However, when she’s drunk she becomes a bratty little girl. It’s one of the most polar opposites I’ve ever seen in a drunk person.

“I’m going to a costume party with the girls. I think I’m going to go as a race car girl.”

…at this point, I simply reply “what’s a race car girl?”

“Y’know, the girl who waves the flag at the beginning and end of a race.”

Fast forward a couple of weeks later and she comes out of the bedroom ready for the party. It’s a skintight suit with checkered flags on it. “I think it’s a bit slutty….”

“It’s very sexy babe, go have fun.”

..and off she goes.

For whatever reason, I went to bed early that night only to be awoken at 3AM by someone barging through our place. My little race girl has come home, obviously very drunk.

My friend falls asleep in my bed when I’m out of town and wakes up surrounded by sex stains… [MF]

I had just started work and part of the job had me flying all over regularly. This particular night I came home on a Thursday night and my girlfriend came over to my place to welcome me home.

At the time I had dark coloured bedsheets and a duvet cover. I thought they looked cool but I never bought dark again because every time I had sex the juices would be all over the place.

My girlfriend was tall, slim, 5’6”, and moved like a feline in heat. I would learn early on that her dry sense of humour was offset by how soaking wet she would get when we fucked.

Tonight was no exception. After a lot of weed, wine, a week without cumming, and my roommates out of the house we made our way to my bedroom. There, on dark jersey cotton sheets and a dark burgundy duvet, we went at it.

There is something wonderful about having a girl naked spread eagle in your bed waiting for you to mount her. As she slipped everything off I got to see this spinner of a girlfriend, wearing nothing but a smile and a patch of pubes.

[MF] Fucked her so hard she blacked out.

I met Emily off a match making website. It was geared towards relationships more than hookups.

Her day job had her involved helping organizations connect emotionally with their subscription base, and specifically, “driving depth” into the relationship. I remember her telling me this and thinking “I think I’d like to drive my dick into you” as she said it.

5’5″, she had gotten out of a long funk, and was working hard on getting in shape and moving on. I told her I was just looking to meet people. At 31, her career was taking off but I think she had invested a lot of time in her family.

I remember meeting her for dinner at a nice steak place by work. She wore a nice summer dress, and we talked.

Date over, I walked her back to her car and wished her well. We kept talking via text, and I didn’t think anything of it – just someone new to talk to.

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“Plans this weekend?”

“I got a wedding – you?”

“You know me, I’m a hired gun. I go with the flow. Am I gonna get a drunk text from you after the wedding? Are you going to be needing my services?”

[FM] BBW Tinder match becomes my personal cumdump…

As in my previous posts, I continue to meet people on Tinder. As my confidence grows, I care less and less about what I say and how I’m perceived. In the end, I realized that you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.

Sheila was an asian girl, who I thought was quite pretty. However, her pictures revealed that she was on the bigger side. I was open to anything, because… well, I’m horny and I’ve never really been with a girl that was more than 200lbs.

We match and start talking. Those initial messages are always awkward, but we keep talking and eventually I ask “So Sheila, are you looking for a relationship or adventure?”

“…not really sure, what about you?”

“I’m just open – I want to meet people.”

Eventually, we exchange numbers and we’ve gone quickly to flirting.

I find out that Sheila was dealing with another guy, but wasn’t very fulfilled. She admits quite plainly that she’s got a bit of a high libido and is open to stuff.

It also seems like I’m the only guy she’s pretty much talking to, and we start talking about kinks.

[FM] The new lawyer…

Melissa matched with me on Tinder randomly late one night. We were the same ethnicity, and that gave us a quick connection.

She had just moved to my city in a nice waterfront condo. We hit it off pretty quick – she was abrasive, I was witty. It was late, we both weren’t working at the time – she had just graduated law school and was looking for a job, and I was in between work. She tells me how she’s pissed at her condo board for not allowing her to hire her own personal trainer, and doesn’t want to use the condo board approved trainers, and has been researching the condo board rules to challenge them. She had too much time on her hands, and way too much angst.

It was 3 in the morning, and we had been texting for a while.

“Hey, you’re a night owl ya?”

“Lately I have been, yes.”

“Want to watch the sun rise?”

“sure…”

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Don’t repeat dates. Look for ideas, new experiences. Women want men who plan and propose things. Be creative. Think about logistics and timing, and leverage them to your advantage.

[MF] The 31 year old virgin fucks me till she finds the “one” then becomes a free use slut for me before becoming settling down with a guy…

I met her on OKCupid. She was 5’8″, slim, with a tiny chest and librarian glasses. More gawky than anything else, she was a math major and a nerd. Intelligent, and very well spoken. We talked very comfortably, and we still keep in touch.

After matching we decided to go for Taco’s after a few exchanged texts. I meet her, and I can tell she’s nervous. After sitting on a park bench downing tacos, we get to talking. Thinking nothing else, we decide to part ways and keep talking.

I don’t think of anything on first dates, but what I’ve come to realize is that if the girl is interested, and I’m not, keep it positive – maybe something will happen.

Few days later, she admits to me she’s never been in a relationship, and looking back it’s obvious. Lack of confidence, minimal eye contact – she’s lonely. Her dad does well for himself, her mom’s got too much time on her hands so she’s been a helicopter mom. Her brother is a pastor.

It all makes sense. They literally never let her out of the house, and even at the age of 31 she’s still got a curfew.

[MF] I feel like a smooth criminal…

In my previous post, Candice and I have established a rhythm here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/madk81/fm_the_amp_owner/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/madk81/fm_the_amp_owner/)

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“Hi I’m Annie” – this is the first time I’ve met her. “I just bought the business from Candice. Candice told me I should be expecting you.”

Annie was a little older than Candice, a little shorter, a little stockier, and a much stronger. Her forearms were thick, and she was well built. “What would you like?”

“Well I come here because Candice gives a great massage. I’m hoping for the same.”

“Ok, no problem.”

When you’re a regular at a place, you just feel comfortable there. I realized in that moment this was probably one of the few times I would feel more comfortable than her. At that moment, I had probably spent more time in the parlor than she had.

I get naked, and lie face down on the massage table. The lights are dim, and I notice that the music’s changed – good ol’ Kenny G has just set the mood. I’m dying of laughter inside.

[FM] The AMP owner…

I will admit, that I have partaken in sexual services. I could probably do another series on that, but for the purposes of gonewildstories, it’s part of me going “wild” I guess.

For those of you who don’t partake, there’s generally two types of “rub & tugs”. The first is basically just sex – these places I avoid because the massages suck. The other is usually run by older women, who generally just give great massages and almost everything but sex.

This location was close to my house, and had older asian ladys working there. They were easily in their 40’s/50’s. No, they’re not “lookers” per se, but what they are are hard working and have enough body mass and muscle to give great massages.

My first time there was with Candice. She was the owner, 5’5″, 135lbs, chinese, in her mid-late 40’s. At the time, I was recently broken up when I first went there.

The first visit isn’t crazy. You go in, they lead you into a room, you give them money for a duration of a massage.

[FM] First hookup after the breakup is with a Nurse, and I learn that cumming isn’t the end goal.. the actual goal is to fuck her and not cum.

My first post is here: [How I turned my ex into a free use cumslut…](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m6zv4a/mf_how_i_m35_turned_my_ex_f26_into_a_free_use/)

Breakups are traumatizing – we’ve all know how it goes. By now, I’ve decided to install Tinder and start meeting people…

The first person I match with is this 5’2″, 100lbs, fit little Nurse who lives like 5 minutes from me. We had matched and started talking back and forth. I had been trying to figure out quickly how to navigate hookups vs relationships on Tinder, and a lot of people I had matched with “said” they were looking for a relationship, etc…

Ok so I decided – what question can I ask to figure out if a girl is looking for a hookup…. and the answer?

“So, are you looking for a relationship or an adventure?”

Over time, I come to realize that anyone who says anything other than “relationship” is open to hooking up.

“Adventure?”

It’s on.

Now, I’m still talking to my ex, and Halloween is fast approaching. I decide to go to the local bar with some friends for Halloween and to my surprised, my ex is there. Looking sexy in a devils outfit, I say hi, buy her a drink, and stay on the other side of the bar. I don’t want her around, and I don’t think she wants me around either.

[MF] How I [M35] turned my ex [F26] into a free use cumslut and gained the confidence to date other women…

I do love her. She’s great. Just – she’s an introvert and I’m the complete opposite. We’ve decided to break up, but we still talk.

We’ve been dating for 5 years, and there’s a 9 year age gap. That means that she’s far less stable, and far less comfortable. Because of this, there’s stuff of mine she wants…

It starts off with laundry. She’d come over, do her laundry, and fuck me. Why go to the laundromat for two hours and do nothing when you can come to my place, get laundry done, get fed, and get fucked, and driven home.

…then by chance, I read some random article on how semen improves mental health for women, so regular injections of cum are mood boosters. Like good relationships, you make nicknames or words or whatever.. by the height of our post breakup sex, she would literally just text me “I need medicine”.

That’s my queue to get over there and give her all the cum inside me.