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Back for seconds: [m]y [f]irst returns

Years after [Carina](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9toqov/the_night_i_got_incredibly_lucky_and_lost_my/?st=JOJ2HJRT&sh=f54a66a3) and I broke up, I was made aware of the Book of Faces. Normally I shun things that people flock to in droves, but I was shamed into joining due to the fact that the person who brought it to my attention did so because they were looking for me and found my father, who I’m named after. The humiliation of my dad being onto something cool before me could not go unanswered.

As many people on the Book are wont to do, I started looking up old acquaintances and, on a whim, found Carina. We’d lost contact after we broke up five years prior, and she’d been on my mind ever since. I sent her a message and we reconnected again. Soon afterwards, I underwent surgery, an outpatient procedure that laid me up for three weeks. It was right before my birthday, so the next week Carina came by with a combination Happy Birthday/Get Well Soon gift basket, which was really sweet of her.

A month later, I was healed enough to go back to work, and more importantly, handle some unfinished business with Carina. Five years had made us both wiser, and me more experienced, so when she came over, there was no doubt in my mind what was about to happen. Read more »

Tales from the Candy Shop, part 3 [MF]

The second woman I messed around with at the Candy Shop started working there after Ann quit for a while. She was a waitress named Patrice. She was 5’10”, medium-light complexion, slim, but with a nice butt. Her lips weren’t full, but they were still kinda pouty. She looked a little bit like the singer Ciara.

It must have been something about this particular place that attracted aggressive women, because much like Ann, Patrice pretty much approached me. She couldn’t talk long, as she was still in training, but she passed me a note that said, “I like your face,” with her phone number underneath.

A few days later, I took her out to a sports-themed restaurant in town. Turns out she’d come to my city from Maryland. I remember her saying that she used to be a dancer or a cheerleader (which explained her figure).

Being the, ahem, “gentleman” I am, I walked her home to make sure she gets in safely. She was actually house-sitting for an aunt of hers who was out of town; her apartment was towards the north end of town. She brought me in, and we put on a movie. Read more »

Tales from the Candy Shop, part 2 [MF]

When I was dating Ann, we liked to experiment. While I was with her, I bought handcuffs and we even made half-hearted attempts at arranging a threesome on Craigslist. Nothing doing. We did, however, have a pretty memorable night.

I forget the exact occasion; it may have been Valentine’s Day, it may have been my birthday, it might even have been Chinese New Year. Anyway, I went over and Ann was wearing a hot little red number that accentuated her cleavage. She knew red was my favorite color, so she wore it that night.

Somehow or other (I honestly don’t remember the details), I’d gotten ahold of a miniDV camcorder with tapes. I convinced Ann to let me film our shenanigans that night. It was easy, ever since I’d gotten my first smartphone and used it to film her giving me head.

It took some maneuvering and putting things in the right place, but I eventually got the camera at the right angle to capture me railing Ann doggystyle at the edge of the bed, once I ripped that red nightie off her, of course. The tape had been used before and there was only ten minutes left on it, so it cut off in the middle of our session. Still, it was a hot experience. Ann wouldn’t be the only woman I ended up filming.

My fuck buddy Shawna and the reason I needed plastic bed covers [MF]

By special request, I present to gonewildstories, another story about my fuck buddy Shawna.

For those who don’t know/remember, Shawna was [the fine cocoa goddess who frequented a club](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9vkr3d/the_time_i_had_car_sex_with_a_woman_i_met_in_a/?st=JOE6RZUJ&sh=9e672a9e) I worked at many long years ago, who, on our first date, rode me cowgirl-style in her car in front of my house. She was later responsible for educating me a bit about the swinger lifestyle, and even allowed a friend of hers to suck my dick. But believe it or not, those actually are not very good stories, and you’ve come here expecting a good story, haven’t you?

As good as our first time was, we were both aching for an opportunity to fuck in a less… restricted setting, and really cut loose.

A few days later, Shawna graced my front door. I don’t remember what she was wearing, but I do remember how she looked when she took it off — like a fucking vision. I mean, damn. Not only was her tongue pierced, but so were her nipples, and she had an elaborate tattoo on her upper back. Read more »

The time I had car sex with a woman I met in a club [MF]

[Before I went to California,](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9uyoad/making_california_love/?st=JOA3M9V0&sh=a14953d1) my best friend got me a job waiting tables in a nightclub that had just opened. Despite the location being a little out of the way, it seemed like it would’ve been a success, due in no small part to the fact that my friend had a huge network of friends who were always looking to celebrate birthdays, holidays, engagements and the like. While he was manager there, the place was always packed and I always went home with nice tips.

Among the regular clientele was a woman who didn’t show up every weekend, but often enough to be remembered and noticed. And how could she not be? Early 30s, 5’8”, chocolate-brown skin, dreadlocks down to her ass, pierced tongue, large ass and tits (I remember them being E cups) shown off by the skimpy clothes she wore regardless of the weather. This lady was a knockout. Every guy who worked there wanted her, from the owner down to the bussers. I’ll call her Shawna.

Through the kindness of the gods, I found myself serving Shawna often enough that we became acquainted and developed a flirty rapport. One night we exchanged numbers, and after I got back from San Diego, I asked her out. Read more »

[M]aking Cali[f]ornia love

Years ago, I was part of a reggae fusion band on the East Coast. We had some good times together, but then most of the members decided to go West and build their following out there. I was too attached to my hometown to pack up and leave everything behind, so I stayed. I did take them up and their offer to come out and visit them once they got themselves settled.

San Diego is a beautiful city with a small-town feel. The people are friendly and I found the women beautiful. My friends went out of their way to make me feel welcome. They took me around the neighborhood to meet people, and they spent their nights hosting open mic sessions in a loft, weed and laughter filling the air. It was a great environment.

During one particular night at the loft, a woman came in wearing a dark grey dress and a flower in her hair. The dress contrasted sharply with her lightly tanned skin. She was about 5’3”, had a tight, petite body and was very pretty. She definitely stood out, as everyone else was dressed in T-shirts, jeans and shorts. Then again, as one of the few black people there, I didn’t exactly blend in myself. Read more »

The night I planted my flag in Jamaica [MF]

I originally posted this story from another account, which got restricted and I later shut down. Here goes:

This happened about ten years ago. My mother had just married a Jamaican man and he decided to bring us down there to meet his family.

I was a skinny 23-year-old, but I wasn’t bad to look at: 5’11”, medium-brown skin, easy smile, dark brown eyes. We met my SF’s sister, her daughter, and her granddaughter. The daughter and granddaughter were aunt and niece to each other, and fairly close in age. They were both attractive, but it was the granddaughter I ended up gravitating toward: 20 y.o., about 5’7”, BBW, nice big tits, bright smile, about the same complexion as me. She had a shy, naive, girl next door quality about her that I liked, and she seemed to like my sense of humor, so we ended up getting along pretty well.

The day before we returned to the States, my mom and I went shopping for souvenirs. I bought the GD earrings and a shirt in her favorite color (lime green), hopefully so that she’d have something to remember me by. Well, it turned out that wasn’t all I’d end up giving her.
That night, we stayed up talking in her room. I should mention before I go any further that in those days I fancied myself a ladies’ man, and literally carried condoms everywhere I went. It sounds silly, I know. Read more »

The night I got incredibly lucky and lost my virginity [MF]

When it comes to my early sex life, I like to think I got by on sheer, dumb luck. I was an awkward kid in high school into early adulthood, not bad to look at, and pretty funny, but also weird, shy, and not very fashionable. So imagine my surprise when I lucked up and got myself a smoking-hot girlfriend my junior year, whom I’ll call Carina. She was 5’2”, medium-brown complexion, lithe figure, nice tits, and later, a tattoo on her lower back.

Long story short, I fell for her hard. When we broke up, I went to pieces. I was a mess. I spent that summer out of the country with relatives and came back with my head on straight and ready to move on. After I graduated, I got my first job at a department store and was getting ready to start college on a scholarship. All in all, things were looking up.

Then one day, I got a phone call. It was Carina, looking to reconnect. She extended an open invite to hang out at her place, anytime. Literally anytime. In my naïveté, I thought nothing of it other than she was trying to be friendly. Yes, I was once that clueless. Read more »