[MF] I Fucked My Uber Driver Three Weeks Ago

I had to check out of this sub. It was kind of fucking exhausting. However, I fucked my uber driver 3 weeks ago- and that was pretty neat. I know some of you only want the hot fucking action so you can skip down to ************** there to find it.

Alright. Here. We. Go. 

The week before Christmas I was flying back from Berlin, fucking hungover, and jet-lagged and pretty Berlined-out. The guy next to me on the last leg had alternated between falling asleep on me and then wanting to randomly talk about some dumb as fuck tattoo he had. No Jason I don’t care about your super sick tattoo of the chemical structure of MDMA. Weird, right?! I wondered if anyone had ever cared about Jason’s tattoo of MDMA, or the tattoo of the word for ‘peace’ in Sanskrit, because he felt like he “saw the entire universe in an instant” at some temple in dharmsala. I sure as fuck didn’t, but every 40 minutes Jason would lean over and say “Hey man I forgot to tell you about this one.” Fuck you Jason. Fuck you.

[MF] Fucking My Waitress- for the last time.

**I’ve written about fucking a waitress i met in a couple of other** [posts](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8uz34k/mf_fucking_my_waitress_today_with_pictures/). **This seems to be the logical conclusion to that story. I’ve realized, now that i’ve read through it, is dark as fuck, and isn’t really the sexy sexy sex time that this sub is looking for. Also, if i’m being extra honest I’m pretty hesitant to post it because I know it’s not going to get many up votes, but I want to be true to my experiences. I still really wish** r/realfuckingemosex **was a real thing. But it’s real. Sex for me, great sex for me, the sex that I remember and care about, and shapes me and changes me, walks that impossibly thin trail between pleasure and pain. Sometimes, more often than not, that sex tumbles of that trail and we find that it just pain and when we finally stop falling we realize the experience has changed us. Sometimes for the better. Sometimes for the worse. It’s too early to know here, but goddamn I hope it’s for the better this time.**

[MF] Two Days Ago I Fucked My Married Neighbor

This isn’t my best story. But it’s real and it just happened and this August weather doesn’t really have me feeling funny or sexy- just tired.

Two days ago we fucked. I was inside her. I felt her nails dig into my back as she shivered. Her thighs wrapped around me. Pulling me tighter into her. Everything about her was so smooth. So soft. Yesterday as she was pulling out of her driveway she rolled down her window and gave me a wink. An hour ago, as I mowed my lawn, I watched her buckle her 4 year old boy into the backseat, give me a shy smile, and get into the car with her husband. It’s smokey here in the west. The sound of the lawnmower whirred through the suffocating air. Deadening the sounds of road construction and traffic. Her husband looked over and gave me a ‘bro wave.’ He doesn’t know. I probably shouldn’t have done this.

[MF] Fucking my waitress, again, today (with pictures and a gif or two)

**I know. I fucking know. I need to finish the Russian girl story, but sometimes it’s easier to write about the fuckery that just happened. Plus! Plus. This one has pictures. Once again it’s nothing special, but It’s not contrived. It started a little rough, got a little more rough, and ended with me laughing as I wiped my cum off her. My hands still smell like her pussy. I just pulled one of her long black hairs off the shoulder of my shirt. It’s short, but maybe sweet? I don’t know, it’s how I feel today.**

I was in town and had a couple of hours off. She texted me. “Come fuck me, daddy.”

So I did.

She told me she was smooth for me. Sent me pictures to prove it. She told me she had her collar on and sent me another picture. Texted me that she wanted it rough. Wanted to be treated like a slut. That she had laid out her ball-gag, her glass dildo, her blindfold. “Pretend you hate me,” she wrote me.

[MF] Fucking, and then regretfully cumming in, the chubby girl in my Econ class.

**This one got a little away from me, and the part of the story I wanted to write about was how we ended up hate fucking so hard, right before we broke up, that we put sizable holes in the wall by my bed. But, this got long, and if y’all like it, I’ll share the hate fuck.**

College. College! Fucking college. I swear every post on this sub starts with ‘college.’ Except for the ones where “I was banging this ‘firm DD, no DDD, titted girl’ I met 2 minutes earlier with four other dudes, no five, seven(!), and my wife, and her wife… and three piglets, my dick is yuuuuge, also she’s my secretary. ”

That being said, It was like 2003 and I was in college…

I had sat next to her in Econ 110 or 1110 or political science or some class I had in college (I swear I’m not making this up). The back of her head had looked good when I had first walked into the class. I sat down next to her. She was prettt… ish, but pretty in the way the girl who folds clothes at The GAP is pretty. Pretty in the way your mom is like “you should date this waitress I met at Chile’s” pretty. Pretty in ‘it’s 230 am, I’m drunk, I bet Tara will drive over here and leave when we’re done” pretty. Maybe she’ll even bring pizza.

[MF] Tinder Even Works in China Part I and II

**This is a repost, but I had deleted it and someone was nice enough to send it to me. I promise I’ll get a new experience out, that is far less emo than the shit I’ve been posting, on this greatest of all global holidays. #fucktrump, which you know… not super relevant to me fucking Chinese girls. But seriously fuck that guy.**

It’s been a busy 3 or 4 months of traveling for work and fucking hasn’t been very high on my priority list, but shortly before flying back to the US for Christmas, I figured I’d fire up Tinder and roll those dice. It feels like some days your stock is up, and sometimes it’s down, but for a little over 26 hours on December 13th, 2017, my fuck stock was a full-on bull market.

That Time I Was a Groupie, I think? [MF]

I pushed my hands into my pockets, and with the toe of my shoe kicked a little rock around on the asphalt. I could feel my dick beginning to pulse, as if it knew that twenty minutes later I’d be deep in her throat, her eyes watering, mascara running down her cheeks as she gagged on me like it could bring her eternal life. I tried to think of something else. I looked up and smiled.

“I um,” she rubber her hand on her thigh “I um, you know this isn’t something I do a lot.”

I laughed and for a second my ADHD kicked in. Her garage door was open. “Why do you have 3 heavy bags hanging in your garage?” I asked perplexed.

“Focus son!” she giggled, “I’m trying to tell you I don’t bring strangers into my house a lot.”

[MF] Backpacking Through Asia And Fucking The Only Person I’ve Ever Loved.

*This is a repost from a couple of months ago, but I deleted them for some personal reasons and just found all three posts. It’s not some Karma run around it’s just that I’ve received a healthy number of DMs asking for the story, so I figured it’d be ok to repost it. The entire sad affair resolved about 3 months ago and I’ve included that. It’s just all so much.

Also this is SUUUUPER long.*

slight trigger warning: this story contains light slapping, choking, and spanking. If you’re into that, like I am… holla! But if you’re not, i’ll offset those parts with a ***** so you can skip past it or skip to it. whatever floats your boat]

The summer after I finished law school, I decided to buy a little yamaha motorcycle in Indonesia, embark from Jakarta and take 4 months to ride it to Sumba (where my Indophiles at?). Since I didn’t start my job until January, I felt rather than feverishly studying for the bar with all my fellow striving future barristers, my time would be better spent looking for surf spots, drinking some bintang, and working on (in retrospect) really, really, I mean fucking really, bad poetry. I packed a duffel, got a hold of some austrian dude who had a bike for sale in jakarta, and headed over.

[MF] Fucking My Waitress Today (with pictures)

I use to post here a lot, but ended up deleting a bunch of stories. While I’ve had some fairly crazy and passionate fuckarounds, 90% of my sexual experiences have simply been “pretty good sex with someone I like.” I feel like that doesn’t get represented on here enough, so here is the sex I had this morning. Nothing earth shattering. Trump is still President. I’m still indifferent about my job. It’s hot and windy out and will be for months now, but I had sex and now I’m writing about it.

I met her a couple of months ago. She was my server. Lame, I know, but stick with me on this. I’ve always made it a point not to hit on servers. Every semi-attractive women I’ve ever known who’s waited tables, or tended bar, has complained to me about guys hitting on them. It’s always seemed unfair to hit on a woman who’s literal job is to serve you. So I never have.

[MF] Motorcycling Through Indo and Hardfucking The Girl Of My Dreams

I deleted these posts for a couple fairly personal reasons, but the emotional smoke has cleared a bit and handful of people have messaged me wondering what happened to them. Anyway, here is a repost. I can’t find the second and third part, which is a shame because I really liked them too.

slight trigger warning: this story contains light slapping, choking, and spanking. If you’re into that, like I am… holla! But if you’re not, i’ll offset those parts with a ***** so you can skip past it or skip to it. whatever floats your boat]

The summer after I finished law school, I decided to buy a little yamaha motorcycle in Indonesia, embark from Jakarta and take 4 months to ride it to Sumba (where my Indophiles at?). Since I didn’t start my job until January, I felt rather than feverishly studying for the bar with all my fellow striving future barristers, my time would be better spent looking for surf spots, drinking some bintang, and working on (in retrospect) really, really, I mean fucking really, bad poetry. I packed a duffel, got a hold of some austrian dude who had a bike for sale in jakarta, and headed over.