“I don’t mind you comin’ here. And wastin’ all my time. ‘Cause when you’re standin’, oh so near…” The alarm on my phone played The Cars hit from my dresser, waking me up at 4:30. I groaned and rolled out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I tasted the rancid flavor of the previous night’s beer and liquor on my breath and felt a dull throb in the base of my skull, presumably from the same source. None of it mattered though; not the early start, not the mild hangover, not even the fact that I had forgotten to turn on the heat the night before and it was now 45 degrees in the apartment. The day was finally there: Vacation. Sixteen days of road tripping, visiting national parks, hiking, and camping, with a mandatory brief stop at my parents place for Thanksgiving. I had not had a vacation in almost a year, and I was so ready to get out of town. I showered, brushed my teeth, grabbed my bag, and left on my trip by 5:00 am. I pulled out of the parking lot and rolled down the window, letting the brisk November air wash over me.
Author: lovemesomeburritos
Thanksgiving Stuffing [FM]
I know that updating stories are not everybody’s favorite thing; being forced to read 50 stories in order to jerk off because you somehow missed the first 49 installments is nobody’s idea of a good time. But if you are the type of person that enjoys the plots and characters in porn, it’s the burden that you bear. So for better or for worse, here is a [link] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8ntuq0/fucking_my_married_coworker_fm) to the prequel to this story. For the lazy, I banged my married coworker (Kristen) that then moved away with her husband (Will) to go to grad school out of state. This happened back in May, and that is where our story begins. I hope you enjoy.
About two weeks after Kristen and Will had taken off north, I was a bit of a mess. I still texted her some but nowhere near how much I wanted to, and I could not say what I really wanted to say in case her husband was around. And to be honest I had no idea how exactly she felt about me. I was laying on the couch vaguely watching Parks and Rec while I was staring at my phone, waiting for her to send me a message. I was suddenly hit in the face by a flying pillow.
Fucking my married coworker [FM]
For all of you who have read my other works, I feel like I should warn you that this is not the same as my other stories. All of my other adventures I am a bit proud of, or at the very least not ashamed of. This story however may leave you with a bad taste in your mouth. I do not glorify cheating and I do not justify it, but it is what it is and I will tell the story how it happened, with all of its warts on display. Thanks for reading. Enjoy.
All that Jazz [MF]
“I don’t mind you comin’ here. And wastin’ all my time. ‘Cause when you’re standin’, oh so near…” The alarm on my phone played The Cars hit from my dresser, waking me up at 4:30. I groaned and rolled out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I tasted the rancid flavor of the previous night’s beer and liquor on my breath and felt a dull throb in the base of my skull, presumably from the same source. None of it mattered though; not the early start, not the mild hangover, not even the fact that I had forgotten to turn on the heat the night before and it was now 45 degrees in the apartment. The day was finally there: Vacation. Sixteen days of road tripping, visiting national parks, hiking, and camping, with a mandatory brief stop at my parents place for Thanksgiving. I had not had a vacation in almost a year, and I was so ready to get out of town. I showered, brushed my teeth, grabbed my bag, and left on my trip by 5:00 am. I pulled out of the parking lot and rolled down the window, letting the brisk November air wash over me.
Hostel Relations [MF]
“Mark!”
I heard the shout come from the other side of the baggage claim area and quickly whipped my head around. I saw Karen, my friend from college lumbering towards me, her bags weighing her down.
“It’s so good to see you!” I said, opening my arms and giving her a big hug.
“You too!” She smiled back.
It had been a year since we had seen each other, so we were both extremely excited for the long Memorial Day weekend. We walked to my car, and began the drive to the hostel we would be staying at. As soon as we exited the air conditioned airport, the heat hit us. Even though it was nearly 7 pm, it was up near 100 degrees, and it felt every bit of it. By the time we reached the hostel about 40 minutes away, we were already sweaty and gross. The heat had taken away any quippy banter, relegating us to regaling stories from our college days, and chatting about the few people we have stayed in contact with since. When we got to the hostel, we knocked on the door and were greeted by the host: a 6 foot tall black man with a shaved head, dressed in shorts and a ratty t-shirt.
Left alone in the office [MF]
A gust of wind blew on my face, and I closed my eyes, reveling in the cool weather that had finally arrived. It was not often that I traversed outside during my work day, yet that day was unique. This was the day that my new coworker was starting. I did not hear much about her, and knew even less. The only thing I knew was that her name was Ellen and she had just graduated with her second Master’s degree a few months before. Myself and my coworkers were outside waiting to greet her. I checked my watch. Still ten minutes away from when she was scheduled to arrive. I glanced at my boss, shivering slightly in response to the next zephyr. Paul was always a cautious guy, especially when it came to time. He never wanted to be late for anything, so it was not surprising to me that he was making us wait outside so early. I shuffled my feet and listened to two of my other coworkers talk about a project we were working on. I absent mindedly bobbed my head to their conversation, noting the tasks that I would have to do when we got back inside.
Road Trip Stopover [M23, F24]
A few weeks ago I was informed by my father that his mother was recently diagnosed with lung cancer. She had not been feeling well the past few months and was going to the doctor when they finally figured out that she was sick. Luckily it had not spread to her lymph nodes yet, and they were able to get all of it out through surgery. This scare forced me to think about how I had not seen that side of my family in close to five years, largely because they had always been a few days drive from me, and it was difficult to get off work for long enough to make the visit worthwhile. Having gotten a new job that actually gives vacation time and located a bit closer to their part of the country than where I was, I figured that I would take a week or so to go up and see my grandparents, aunts and uncles, and cousins. As an added benefit, I would be driving through the city that my older sister, Laura, is in for the summer, allowing for a reunion as I had not seen her in almost a year. I had to work Friday night, so I figured that I would drive the ten hours to my sisters place on Saturday, spend through Monday with her, and then drive the remaining eight hours to my grandparents. I had already cleared the plan with everyone involved, and was looking forward to visiting family.
Let’s Have a Study Break [M18, F23]
Despite the current trend of entering into college with a five year plan, majors decided upon, and internships three years out lined up in order to justify the enormous debt that we would all be accruing over the next four years, I started college with no plan, no major, and not even a thought of a possible internship. My thought process was that all of that would work itself out, and in the meantime, I would not be at home with my parents and sisters. This thought process led to me signing up for some of the more obscure general education classes. One of these courses was Theater History. In high school I had taken two years of drama to fulfill my vocational requirement, acted in a few plays, and even directed my own one act play. I was by no means a drama geek, but I enjoyed the theater and thought that it would be a nice change of pace from my math and science heavy schedule.
Euphoria and Regret Part 4 [M20/F20]
Thank you all for reading my story. I know that I can be quite verbose, so I appreciate you all for being so patient with me. Here are links to [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4dtmkl/euphoria_and_regret_part_1_m20_f20/), [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4dtoxm/euphoria_and_regret_part_2_m20_f20/), and [part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4e8bdm/euphoria_and_regret_part_3_m20_f20/). As I have said before, I am not proud of all of my actions, but nobody can change the past and I like to think that I have become a better person as a result. That being said, enjoy the conclusion of my tale.
I woke up the next morning with a deep sense of shame and regret, and checked my phone to make sure that everything that I thought I remembered actually happened. I looked at the message history, and there it all was: the pictures, the sexting, and the coup de gras the picture of my spent dick. Embarrassed in the truest sense of the word, and almost without thinking, I deleted the entire conversation history between myself and Rebecca. I threw my phone on the bed in disgust with myself and went to go take a shower.
Euphoria and Regret Part 3 [M20/F20]
Links to [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4dtmkl/euphoria_and_regret_part_1_m20_f20/) and [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4dtoxm/euphoria_and_regret_part_2_m20f20/). This story I know is long, but hopefully you enjoy it. Concluded in part 4.
The ice storm raged around me as I began the long walk to my apartment. I shoved my hands deep into the pockets of my coat, trying to simultaneously analyze what had just taken place and forget it ever happened. My right hand felt my phone in my pants pocket as I cowered against the wind. The text message. The thing that had saved me from cheating on the kindest, most trusting person I had ever met. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. My fingers already felt half frozen, and my hands were shaking from the cold, but I could not wait to see who it was. I unlocked the screen and clicked on the message bubble icon.
“Looks like you were right. I guess I should have gone with you to the party. I’m tired and headed to bed now though. See you tomorrow…if you can navigate through all of the snow that is ;)”