Mystery House Mischief [MF] (Long)

And we’re back with more tales of sexy fun times from years gone by! I know, it’s been a hot minute (more like a year) since [my last post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ahvl3k/my_goingaway_present_from_a_coworker_before_i/), and a little longer since the post talking about the [convention sexy times](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9bhjsb/convention_sexy_times_mff/) that took place after what I’m about to write about. But, since I want to make sure the people I’m writing about are okay with all of this, even though I’m using aliases, all of this took place years ago when we were all single, and a whole lot of telltale details have been left out, I had to wait until both of them had gotten back to me.

I’m pleased to say, they finally did, and both were pretty happy about it.

(I’ve been told I can quote them about this, so:

From Sal: “Oh fuck. I remember that trip. That was FUN.”

From Kay: “You forgot to tell them how I kept trying to grab your dick through your pants that day and we almost got spotted by con security.”

So, you know, there’s that.)

[M]y going-away present [F]rom a coworker before I changed departments (longish)

Once again reaching in to the Wayback Machine and going back to when I had a sex life, this dandy little tale comes from the six-month stretch between when I threw my incredibly terrible long-term relationship in to the trash (readers of my previous posts may recall something about her abusive ways) and my getting together with my last real girlfriend, Elle (who you can read about here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8qywdn/sharing_an_old_but_good_story_longish_bit_of_a/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8qywdn/sharing_an_old_but_good_story_longish_bit_of_a/) ).

So, from 2003 to 2016, I worked for a major tech firm in Silicon Valley, holding a variety of positions (hah!) during my tenure there. For the first three years, I worked in Network Operations, both as a primary tech and a trainer. This story takes place in December of 2006, two months after kicking Restraining Order out of my life. My coworker, we’ll call her Gabby, and I had been buddies on the job for a while. She knew all about my issues with RO, which had been going on for some time, and had been a good ear of sympathy, having her own share of shitty issues in relationships. After the breakup, Gabby told me she was making it her mission to find me someone good, decent, and healthy for me.

Convention Sexy Times [MFF]

I’m back with the Wayback Machine, going back to the summer of 2009, with Kay and Sal from [this thread](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8qonis/who_says_video_games_arent_sexy_longish_mff/). For those playing the home game, Kay and Sal (aliases) were originally Cosplay Buddies of mine, who had moved out of California to get a job in Seattle’s tech industry (Kay) and be a cool grad student (Sal). Kay stood roughly 5′ 3″, to Sal’s 5′ 5″. Kay’s hair was shoulder length, brown, and straight, while Sal’s was coppery, curly, and down to the middle of her back. Kay’s pubes were trimmed into a small triangle, leaving her labia bare, and Sal’s was shaved into a short, neat landing strip. Sal had slightly larger breasts, with dark nipples, while Kay’s were perky, with bright pink nipples that I would come to discover were almost perpetually erect.

Both of them had been friends with my (now ex-) girlfriend mentioned in [this post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8qywdn/sharing_an_old_but_good_story_longish_bit_of_a/), Elle, who had told them about our many, many sexual exploits, which led to them deciding that they were going to find out of Elle was just making shit up or legitimately bragging. Suffice to say I was happy to discover that I was the topic of a bet.

(Not quite a) Walk In The Park [MF]

Back again with another story from my time in the long-ago with Elle. Our sex life was pretty prolific for the relatively short time we were together, so I have a number of stories I can recall, but not all of them will make it up here. This one, though, was fun.

Elle and I had been dating for about a month at this point. We had realized that we couldn’t keep our hands (and other body parts) off of one another at about the two-week mark, and were still in that very high-and-floaty “gosh I can’t believe this person likes having sex with me, let’s do it a LOT” stage. We’d been hanging out and hooking up at one another’s places alternately, but had started to drift toward mine as the default because (a) it was bigger, and (b) I didn’t have roommates. This was the first weekend that she’d stayed over and was kind of a big deal. We woke up in that ridiculous new couple romantic way, with lots of slow kissing and quiet words, which led to talking about the previous night’s sex and what we each liked about it. That led to her asking if there was anything I liked that she wasn’t doing, me asking her the same, and some very frank (and hot) talk about what our deeper turn-ons and turn-offs were.

Sharing an old (but good) story (Longish, bit of a repost) [MF]

Reposting this because like a dumb-ass, I made this post before this alias had been active for more than 24 hours. Which leads to removal. D’oh.

Onward!

*****

So, after many, MANY years of lurking on my SFW account (including having lost the email/pw for the original account, and making a new one, losing THAT, and so on) I finally decided that maybe I would figure out what would be a good story from my past to share. I had considered sharing one that was relatively mild, but after discovering that my ex from 2006/07 is apparently okay with sharing this story with mutual friends and strangers, I guess starting with this is fine. Go big or go home, right?

Please forgive any vague details in the story – this was nearly 12 years ago, and while I remember the major points, and a lot of the words spoken in the moment, I’m not going to be able to provide a word-for-word recital. But I can give you the meat (hah) of the story, just the same.

So let’s begin.

Who says video games aren’t sexy? (longish) [MFF]

Set the wayback machine for 2009, the middle of summer in the San Francisco Bay Area. I was playing host to a pair of friends who’d moved out of the state the previous year, and were back in town for a very popular anime/fan convention. The con didn’t start for two days, which was fine because their costumes hadn’t arrived (they’d shipped them separately, since bringing them on the plane would have been a hassle and a half). Bringing them back to the house from SFO, we caught up on what they’d been up to – one of them, we’ll call K, had moved to Seattle and was considering moving back to San Jose after her job had fizzled out abruptly, because the tech industry is unforgiving and fickle. The other, we’ll call S, was happily enjoying the life of a Grad Student in Oregon, and couldn’t stop talking about how much she missed In N’ Out burgers, which of course meant a stop at the location near my house. While we were there, I mentioned that the house I was renting had a pool, finally (it had been out of commission for a long time thanks to a lazy landlord), so we wouldn’t need to crash any friends rooms at the convention hotels for a pool, and wouldn’t need to worry about alcohol rules or closing times. K mentioned she hadn’t even brought a suit, to which S replied she didn’t need a suit because she had t-shirts and panties that would work. K argued they needed suits in case my crazy nosy neighbors decided to peek over the fence, because “wet t-shirts aren’t opaque enough.”