Clocked Out to Cock Out: A Lunch Break Bang [FM]

Not too long ago I (24) connected with a man named Kevin (mid-20s I think?) who works Downtown only two buildings away from mine. We flirted over text almost every day, realizing that we shared a lot of sexual likes and dislikes. We casually discussed our kinks and fantasies while sitting in cubicles only 800 feet apart.

We described in great detail what we wanted to do to each other. I knew he repeatedly got hard, sitting at his desk, wearing his suit, trying to concentrate on software development or something. And I certainly got wet each time I sexted from my swivel chair. It was pretty hot.

We kept wanting to meet, maybe for coffee before work, maybe during a lunch break, etc. But I chickened out each time we got close to a solidified plan. Do I love casual sex? Yes. Do I have social anxiety? Also yes.

After about a month of continuing this charade, he texted me at 10:30 on a Thursday morning asking if we could meet during our lunch breaks. This was probably the ninth time he had asked. I was truly surprised he hadn’t just given up on me yet. I don’t know what was different about that day, or that moment, but I said yes. Actually, I surprised myself and went beyond that:

I went to a stranger’s hotel room because I wanted my ass fucked. [FM]

This is a continuation to my last story. I was procrastinating writing it, but thanks to some encouragement from u/calmilforniadreaming I have finally compiled my recollection and am excited to share it with all of the Reddit horndogs.

Only two days had passed since [my first hookup with Joseph](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ea6j0o/fm_all_tied_up_in_a_strangers_hotel_room/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x). His business trip in my city was coming to an end, so we made plans to have some more fun. He wanted to know what I had planned for us and whether I wanted to be tied up again. I told him he would just have to wait and find out what I had in store.

I showed up at his hotel room in the early evening. We asked each other about our days but didn’t dilly dally for too long before jumping onto the bed together. He lay down in his t-shirt and jeans and I climbed onto his lap. I straddled him, rocking my hips slowly. I was wearing a short floral dress and no panties. I looked into his eyes while grinding my bare pussy against him and could feel his cock become stiff beneath the dark blue denim.

[FM] All tied up in a stranger’s hotel room

There I was, a 24-year-old chick in the Upper Midwest, yearning for no-strings sexual attention after a breakup. And there he was, Joseph, a 35-year-old man, introducing himself in my inbox. He said he would be on a business trip in my city in a week and offered to chat and see where things go. I indulged in the conversation, keeping an open mind to what is typically an unlikely scenario. By the time he was on the plane to my city it was clear that this hookup might actually happen. Two days into his stay, we made plans for me to come to his hotel room downtown.

I’ve had experience [hooking up with a stranger in a hotel room](https://reddit.app.link/XLabkcnfo2) before, which made me less nervous, but as I’ve mentioned in most of my stories, the nerves are never nonexistent no matter how many times you’ve done this kind of thing. We texted beforehand about what we were hoping to do, our likes and dislikes, etc. The thorough communication mixed with smoking some pot beforehand made me nice and relaxed when I got to the hotel. (I did get super lost trying to find his room though. That’s the downside of getting blazed I guess.)

[FM] I desperately needed sexual release after a breakup

I haven’t written a story in a long time. Hopefully this constitutes a good comeback.

Patrick and I met right here on Reddit two and a half years ago, when I was just beginning my Reddit-hookup journey.

At the time, I was 22 and he was 30. I reached out to him after seeing some of his NSFW posts. We exchanged numbers right away and got to chatting.

It was so long ago that I don’t remember much from the beginning of things, but I do remember that we got along really well over text. His constant positivity and humor made me smile every time we talked. That, coupled with his hunger for pussy, made me confident that we would have a good time together. We had our first encounter about two months later. In fact, I even wrote a [story about it](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/79tfbz/fm_sweet_and_simple/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x).

[FM] Fucked from behind in a steam shower ?

Like many of the men I have hooked up with, I met Clay on a dating app. We matched and started chatting almost a year ago. He’s 23 and is a flight instructor, which means he has a pilot’s license. I’m not the only one who thinks that’s hot, right? I was immediately drawn to him. His gentle personality and witty sense of humor pulled me in even more. His curly brown hair wasn’t also necessary to win my affection, but there it was as well.

In the time since we matched, we’ve only actually hooked up three times. The first time was at his house. An old colonial-style home in a nice neighborhood overlooking the city. It was many months ago but I remember having to tiptoe up the stairs because his parents were sleeping. He occupied the third floor, which was basically just one big room, most likely an attic originally. I remember him telling me we’d have to keep quiet, and it made me nervous because I tend to be a bit…. loud in bed. We put on a movie but didn’t watch much before turning to kiss each other. That first time felt so sweet and tender.

My first threesome! [FMF]

I was 21 and starting to have a lot of (safe) casual sex. It took me a long time to learn that my plus sized body had worth. I was just beginning to realize that my big tummy and jiggly thighs were things that someone could actually enjoy about me. Just beginning to realize that these things about me, that I had always seen as faults, could be seen by someone else as assets. This new change in how I viewed myself lead to me being more outgoing and eager to share my confidence with others.

So, to the actual story. Well, a preface to the story.

It was the middle of summer. I met Adam on Tinder a month prior. He was 29 years old, was bigger but in a teddy bear type of way, and was growing a sexy scruffy beard. He had claimed to be a musician but in reality just played a lot of video games while a guitar stood in the corner of the room. I didn’t care. We got along great.

We were smitten and I took his virginity [FM]

Picture it. Summer 2017. Midwest city. Humid as ever.

I (22F) had been dating Ryan (21M) for two months. Ryan was tall, kind of nerdy, and had eyes that made me feel so special when he looked at me. He was shy and sort of awkward. I wasn’t sure if he had ever been in a relationship before, or done more than kiss someone. As for me, well, I was out of my comfort zone. I’d consider myself more of the casual type. He was the first guy I had ever ‘taken it slow’ with. We didn’t even kiss until the second or third date. Come to think of it, he was the first guy I had ever dated. When I say I’m usually the casual type I really mean it.

Anyway, to the story!

Hotel sex with a stranger [FM]

Before we start, let’s do some introductions. I’m 22, female, I have big curves, and long blonde hair. The man in this encounter, who we will call “Josh,” is 32, has the perfect body – soft yet fit – and has incredibly attractive brown eyes and hair.

I also must give you some backstory. We actually met through Reddit back in November of last year. Josh had read one of my previous stories and messaged me. He doesn’t live anywhere near my city or even state, but he travels for business every week and was going to be in my city soon. When he was in town, however, we didn’t meet up. Fast forward to a few weeks ago when he messaged me again. He was coming back to my city and would be here for one night.

That night finally came.

I had never met up with someone in a hotel before. It seemed dangerous. I know people go to hotels to have sex all the time, but it just has never been something that I envisioned for myself. I was a little bit nervous but knew that my nerves would only hinder the experience so I pushed them down and proceeded to ignore them.

He tied me up and fucked my ass (FM)

I am a 22-year-old female. He’s a 27-year-old male.

I have been hooking up quite often with Liam, from a previous story. I was house sitting and bored one weekend so I told him to come over. I told him I had a few things to play around with.

Liam knocked on the door about twenty minutes later. I gave him a coy smile while I opened the door in my boyshort underwear and t-shirt. He could see my nipples poking through the fabric. I motioned for him to come in before the cat could make a run for it through the door.

He sat on the couch while I closed the door behind him. I walked over and straddled his lap. “Do you wanna get high?” He kissed me gently. I turned myself so I was sitting next to him on the couch before grabbing my weed and pipe from the coffee table. We smoked and played an episode of Black Mirror. I laid down with my head on his lap. Liam likes to think he‘s super smart and he kept talking over the show about how the plot had faults, etc etc. Eventually I couldn’t handle it anymore so I reached my hand up and put it over his mouth. “Don’t make me shut you up.” Then I looked up at his eyes with a special smile on my face.

“Do you want me to choke you?” [FM]

I’d been talking to this guy on snapchat for a few weeks. Let’s call him Liam. We had messaged back and forth throughout that time about our sexual likes and dislikes. We kept running into scheduling issues when it came to meeting up, but finally Liam’s roommates were out of town for the weekend and he invited me over.

When I arrived, he led me through the living room and into the kitchen. He offered me a drink. I said yes. He poured two rum and cokes. I took mine and carried it to the sofa, where I could tell he had been watching Netflix. Liam and I sat down next to each other. He asked permission before resuming an episode of “The Office,” and I was honestly so relieved that he happened to be watching one of my favorite shows.