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Bad Girl for My Birthday [MF]

I attacked her as soon as we got through the doorway. I pushed her against the wall and pressed my body to hers. She moaned, low and aroused.

We kissed hard, lips and tongues smashing, sucking, wrestling. I bit and sucked her neck and earlobes as the scent of shampoo and perfume washed over me. My hands roamed atop her dress, at once elegant and slinky, feeling her fit, curvaceous body beneath the cloth.

As I pressed my hardness against her, she moaned again and lifted one leg, wrapping it around me and pulling me in closer. I ran a hand up the outside of her thigh and then her ass. I smacked her hard on the bared bum I felt beneath my hand. She whined, and whispered in my ear, “Harder. I have been SO bad….”

*30 minutes earlier*

It was my birthday, and my wife, for the first time in years, had pulled out all the stops. I think it had as much to do with her feelings about herself as it did anything to do with me. After willingly giving up her great body to grow and nourish two children, she had gotten back to the gym and worked really hard to get her body back to where she wanted it. Read more »

Fucking My Bad Girl [MF]

She stood in the corner, nose to the wall, wearing a lacy, purple demi-bra, a very red bare bottom, and nothing else.

I walked up behind her. Blond wisps of hair, pulling out of her ponytail, danced around her neck. I could hear small hitches in her breath as she recovered from being over my knee.

I bent my lips to her neck and kissed her flesh lightly, slowly, reveling in her scent. Then I moved my lips to one ear, and whispered, “You were a very, very bad girl.”

She took a breath, then whispered back. “I know. Am I a good girl again now?”

I chuckled, and nuzzled her neck. “Of course you are.” I resumed kissing, nibbling, and sucking on her neck and ears, eliciting small sighs. I moved slowly down her neck to a shoulder, then used my fingers to slip a bra strap down and off her shoulder. She moaned.

I repeated the process on the other shoulder. She moaned again. Read more »

[MF] A Bad Girl At My Front Door

It was late on an autumn Saturday morning in the MidAtlantic, and I was cleaning my apartment. I was frustrated by its condition — and by the pointless fight I was in with my girlfriend, Alicia.

She was a 5’2”, 110-pound, brown-haired, blue-eyed Irish spitfire. Her spirit made for an adventurous relationship inside and outside the bedroom, but sometimes her spirit turned into a raging, angry banshee — sometimes for good reason, and like now, sometimes for no obvious reason.

On this particular Saturday, I was exhausted and angered by it, and was trying to find a productive outlet for my emotions.

I had just finished scrubbing my bathroom when the doorbell rang. I walked down the hall and peered through the peephole.

Alicia stood on the other side of the door, clad in a long coat. I hesitated to open the door, as I was not keen to engage the banshee again.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered through the door. I melted and opened the door.

Alicia walked into my arms and buried her head into my chest. “I’m sorry about last night,” she said quietly. Read more »

Welcome Home, Part 1 [mf]

You’d been gone more than a week to London and Istanbul, and my desire for you had grown exponentially with each passing day. We were in that phase where every brush of your fingertips traced fire on my skin, and every taste of your flesh was like the sweetest candy, and where we frequently spent entire weekends in bed, devouring each other.

Your plane landed late at night, and though I wanted to pick you up, you demurred, saying you wanted to be rested and refreshed for me.

It was a form of torture to know you were just a few miles away after being an ocean away — but I took a deep breath and waited for your call.

I puttered around my apartment, cleaning it, biding my time…and then the phone rang.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

Your voice was breathy, light, excited. I went hard instantly.

“I’ve missed you,” I said.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

“Are you rested? Do you want to get something to eat? Do you want me to bring over takeout, or cook?”

I was desperate for you. Read more »

She Whispered In My Ear [MF]

This is a 100% true story — told of the incredible sexual experiences I had in my 20s with the woman who would become my wife. And yes, we are still together many years later, and still going strong.

We had only been at my buddy’s summer party for an hour when my girlfriend sauntered up to me in her cornflower blue, baby doll dress. She grasped my arm in her hands, leaned up and into me, put her lips next to my ear, and whispered, “Take me home. I need to be fucked.”

She flashed me a wicked grin, and her blue eyes flashed. I was in my mid-20s and locked in a torrid romance with Kay, who was more sexual than any woman had ever remotely been with me. It was a brand new experience for me, and I found it both exhilarating and intimidating.

She took my hand, and led me out of the party. As her dress moved around her incredibly firm ass, I caught glimpses of the panty line from the string bikini panties she wore beneath the dress. I began to harden immediately. We couldn’t get to the car quickly enough. Read more »

I Bought Her a New Shirt [MF]

We were in our mid-20s and just beginning a fiery romance — the kind where we spent whole days forgetting the rest of the world existed. Where we spent whole weekends fucking, stopping only to eat and use the bathroom, and sometimes forgetting to eat. This is the story of one of our earliest encounters.

I wasn’t expecting to hear from her, as she was out drinking with girlfriends. I was surprised and excited when my phone rang. I picked it up off my desk, saw it was Kay, and smiled. “Hello, Kay “‘I said. “How was your evening?”

“It was good,” she responded, and then hiccuped. Apparently the wine had been good to her. “It would be a lot better if you came over.”

“Oh, is this a booty call, is that it?”

“Not exactly,” she answered, with a smile in her voice. “I just wanna, you know, see you!”

She was not convincing. Not that I minded.

“Be there in 15 minutes.

She giggled. “Ok, bye,” and hung up. Read more »

The Professor’s Desk: Fulfilling Julie’s Fantasy [MF]

In the weeks after our wonderful [experience](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/65sebx/following_my_first_blow_job_mf/?st=J1MY72UV&sh=4f477221), Julie and I spent time together whenever and wherever we could — walking together in the crisp autumn air as late summer became fall, sharing meals at the university cafeteria, hanging out in various campus lounges, and of course, exploring each other’s bodies whenever we could steal time alone in our dorm rooms — which usually occurred whenever our roommates went out for an evening.

One night, though, Julie went out with girlfriends from our floor. I played NHL 94 on my roommate’s Sega Genesis and waited for her to come home.

A few hour later, come home she did — straight to my door. She knocked, and I opened the door…and nearly fell over at the sight of her. She stood in front of me wearing one of those ubiquitous “little black dresses” that it seems every college coed has in her wardrobe just for hitting the bars. Only, in addition to clinging her every curve and flattering her figure, Julie’s had a twist. It had a zipper that ran from the top of the dress to the bottom, with a ring pull at the top. And by top, I mean the bottom of the plunge it took into the valley between her breasts. It was the kind of dress that seemed to have one purpose — to foment fantasies in men centered around pulling that zipper down. Read more »

Following My First Blow Job [MF]

As recounted [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/65no18/my_first_blow_job_mf/?st=J1L7RHKK&sh=c077807f), Julie had given me a wonderful first experience with oral sex. Now she wanted to take it all the way. That I HAD experienced before, and I wanted to give her as much or more pleasure than she had given me.

The night after the phenomenal BJ, Julie’s roommate was off to another social outing. It was rush season, so there was something seemingly every night. The sheer awesomeness of the prior night’s experience had me jonesing to get back into bed with Julie, and thankfully, she felt the same. We hung out off and on all day, making a date to get together later in the evening.

I knocked on her door around 10. She greeted me with a smile and sparkling eyes, clad in a white t-shirt and short, gray shorts that hugged the contours of her body. The drawstrings were already loose, and the thought immediately crossed my mind, “At least I don’t have to worry about untying any knots tonight!”

She pulled me in by the hand and closed the door behind us, locking it for good measure. Read more »