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[MF] That Time I Fucked a Russian Girl While Her Mom Was 10 Feet Away

EDIT: I realized this got long. I asterisked (***********) the sexy sex stuff so you perverts can scroll past the, oh you know, getting to know each other etc. Anyway, scroll down for the fucking if you want.

A couple of years ago I had been based out of Kuala Lumpur, for work, for about 3 months and hadn’t had much time for anything but work. By the time weekends rolled around I was either a) still working or b) too exhausted to do much in the insane Malaysian heat, but one long weekend I decided to fly up to Langkawi. I booked a flight and a room at the Westin and took off, and even though I’m not a huge beach person, I figured it had to be better than KL for another weekend.

I got to the hotel, checked in, opted for the beach instead of the pool, and got to drinking in a lounge chair. I purposely picked a chair that was closest to the water, but also had a really good view of this girl in a tiny black bikini doing a laughably elaborate amateur photo shoot, with what appeared to be her mom holding the camera. “Russians! For sure!” I thought. In about 5 minutes I’d find out I was right. Read more »

[MMF]That time my fuckbuddy met a guy at the pool and brought him back to our room and things got rough.

So this just happened like 5 days ago, and I’m still not exactly sure how I feel about it. She’s wanted more than one guy at once for a long time, and I’ve been happy to oblige, but it just hasn’t worked out. Well it did, finally, and it was hot, and awkward, and intense, and fun all at once.
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She was on her hands and knees with the collar around her neck and her hair in a high pony tail. The bathroom’s tile floor felt cold under my feet. “Keep your eyes down and your ass up,” I commanded. I had told her how I’d fuck her and what she needed to do 100s of times before, but my voice wavered a bit and I know she could tell I was nervous. I reached down and hooked the buckle of her leash, a leash we had jokingly bought at a grocery story a couple of years before, through the buckle of her collar. Read more »

Part II. Tinder even works in China [MF][MF][MF]. A tale of 3 fucks in 24 hours.

I stood in the shower. We had been fucking, more or less non-stop, for 2 hours and we’d still be fucking if that $15 dollar box of condoms had more than 3 stupid packages. I looked down at my dick slowly slide in and out of her mouth, over her lips- her eyes closed and her hands slowly spinning at it’s base. The warm water ran down my back as she ran a hand between my thighs and up my ass. Gently pressing her finger against my asshole as she pushed my dick into the back of her throat, held it there, and silently gag for a beat or two. I reached down and wrapped both hands into her dark as night hair and pulled her head into me hoping I’d be able to slide myself into her throat. She grabbed my ass with both hands struggling to put me deeper into her, but all she did was convulse and gag before pulling back and taking a quick gasp of air. She smiled up at me from her knees, stroking my cock- “I told you i was giver” she laughed as I put my hands under her arms and pulled her up to me. Our wet bodies slid against each other as I ran my hands up her thighs and between her ass, but my cock was losing steam quick and even as she turned around and pressed that perfect little brown ass into me, sliding still erect, but spent cock up and down between her cheeks, I knew I didn’t have anything left for her. Read more »

Tinder even works in China. [MF][MF][MF] a tale of three fucks in 24 hours. Part I

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 fuckstock was a full on bull market.

I had been living and working in a large Chinese city for a three weeks so when i started swiping I got a rather distinct uniformity to my matches. I flipped through a couple of them, read the bios, and found a super cute, 24 year old, chinese girl who looked like she had spent significant time in the bay area (kite flying at crissy field etc.) . She had like three bikini pictures and the third one, an ass shot in not much more than a thong, sold me. I love fat little asses and this girl looked like she had one. We messaged back and forth and then exchange wechat names. I suggested coffee. She suggested a drink. With only one night left in the city, and only looking to fuck, I went for broke and told her my hotel bar had a good cocktail menu. I watched the little “responding dots” bounce around for a bit before I got back “Sound great!” Read more »

[MF] I fucked a stripper, hard, last month. Was it stupid? Sure. Awesome? Yup!

Look I get that people will be like “yo! this is fake” and I get this wasn’t like the best idea i’ve ever had, but it was fucking hot, and dirty, and kind of awesome, and nothing bad came out of it. Would i do it again? Probably not. A month later does it feel worth it? Meh. At the time was it fucking awesome? Yup!

After being stuck for work in a pretty large west texas town for over a week. I got sick of sitting in my room and headed over to this gentlemen’s club I had passed a couple of times. It was like pretty much any decent strip club. Dark as fuck, bored waitress, and a couple of stages. I don’t really like strip clubs, but sometimes, when I’m feeling grimy or down, strip clubs feel more appropriate than the 4 Seasons hotel bar. All the girls on the stages looked pretty good, better than I’d expect from the size of the city, so I sat down in the back and ordered a beer. Read more »

[MF] Fucking a manic pixie dream girl right after she finished her set.

I pushed my hands into my pocket, 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 looked up and smiled.

“I um,” she smiled and then quickly looked at my pathetic attempt to hide my erection “I um, you know this isn’t something I do a lot.”

I laughed, “yeah,” I said “I was just planning on going on a bike ride.”

There was a chill in the early summer air and the street light above us had begun to flicker on. The garage door of her condo was open and emitted a soft light against the damp, quickly darkening air. It was one of those old, pre-LED bulbs, all yellow and warm and homey as fuck. And I realized how lonely I had been the last two months. How much I wanted, maybe even needed a connection, right there, with her. At that moment, and maybe because I’m a pussy, or broken, or helplessly fucked up, but right then I wanted to be in love with her. I want to be in love with her black framed glasses, and her story about the time she spit on a moose, and her phantom tollbooth tattoo on right thigh, just below the hem of her tight, ripped jeans shorts. Read more »

Final Part: [MF] Backpacking through Asia and Hardfucking the girl of my dreams.

[part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6u8p7d/mf_backpacking_through_asia_and_hardfucking_the/)
[part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6uock9/mf_part_ii_backpacking_through_asia_and/)

[So sex is offset by ********* if you horny mother fuckers want to read about an attempted cream pie and good ol shower HJ. It got kind of long and self-involved so i don’t blame you if you do. I’m not a writer and writing about this took a lot more out of me than I thought it would. I like to think i’m pretty fucking zen about my life, my relationships, my experiences, and who I am, but fuck man, I guess this is still a little raw. I’m probably going to take a break from writing, but thanks for reading.]

*When i woke up, the room was still and stuffy, and the sun was hot through the curtains. I checked my phone. It was almost 10. i knew she needed to be at the village she was working at by 8, but she had left a note- “Get out of my room you creepy fuck! XXOO, K. PS, I’ll text you if i get reception up there.”*

*I picked up my stuff, and walked the mile or two back to my place and fell back asleep for a couple of hours. I had planned on leaving later in the afternoon, but God damn I didn’t want to go.* Read more »

[MF] PART II: Backpacking through Asia and Hardfucking the girl of my dream.

[I got enough DMs to make me think I should probably write about what ended up happening. You probably should read the first part before this, and I’d link it here if i knew what the fuck I was doing. Once again, trigger warning for slapping, spanking, and rough sex. Also, emotional trigger warning for a break up that is so fucking emo it makes Peter Krause and Rachel’s (sup bachelorette nation?!) dalliance with emotion look like an episode of cake boss. Its some real Little Foot crying over his mom’s corpse shit over here]

After we mutually decided that it’d be best if we just never spoke again, and I rode to some broke-ass port, and found a broke-ass guesthouse, so i could stare at some rusty, broke-ass ceiling fan while listening to About Today, on repeat, for like 3 fucking days straight, I got an email from her.

“Hey” the subject line said. “How are you?” read the rest of it.

I didn’t want to respond. I kind of hated her. I kind of fucking loved her.

I responded. Read more »

[MF] Backpacking through Asia and Hardfucking the girl of my dreams

[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. Read more »