Author: RedWolf_42

How to peak and then just quit – Anna’s last part of the story [MMF]

I wrote the [first part of the story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o822m2/a_league_of_her_own_how_i_m_started_this_long/), Anna liked it and encouraged me to write the rest of the story. I had a [second part](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oase0n/shes_out_of_my_league_and_wants_to_prove_it_anna/) and she asked me to write the third part of the story as well. This one. I was somewhat reluctant to do so, but she assured me she was fine with everything, especially since she would be here to read it before I post it.

This story happens two years ago. Anna had her children in quick succession – something she didn’t really want, but her husband insisted. She barely had any time to recover, and went from depression deeper into depression. The worst was after her daughter, the third one, with a few complications that aren’t interesting for this place. She divorced her husband quite fast after that, and she confessed to me that she didn’t know if the father of any of her children was him or his father.

After half a year of sulking and fighting with a deep depression, she visited my town. She was quite different – like something has died inside her. She needed a friend more than a fuck buddy, and I’m proud to say that I was that friend. She stayed for two weeks, and went back to start a small business. But before she did, she asked me for a monumental favor. Read more »

She’s out of my league, and wants to prove it: Anna, the instagram model, and her girlfriend need a host [FFM]

I told you the story of [how I met Anna](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o822m2/a_league_of_her_own_how_i_m_started_this_long/), a woman who is way out of my league. I’m a network engineer, living in a smaller touristic town; she’s living in a bigger city, and has quite a full life.

However, I see her often in my town – being relatively close to the capital it gets a lot of visitors, and it’s quite a coveted destination in both winter and summer. This happened five years ago, in the summer. Anna was visiting with her friend, taking a break from her job. She just found out she was pregnant (and she confessed that she had no idea if it’s her fiancee’s or his father’s). She stayed for a few days before reaching out – I still had her Tinder, but she confessed she was a bit under the weather. Read more »

A league of her own – how I [M] started this long affair with an instagram model [F]

This happened six years ago, when I was installing some hardware project for a business. It was a huge project, a new building for an IT business, and they decided to hire me as a consultant. It took about 3 months to plan it, with a ton of back and forth, and I had to travel several times to a different city.

She was always present in the meetings – I wasn’t sure what exactly was her role, until I understood that she was the boss’ pet. She never said much during the meetings – from time to time she asked some questions, never out of place, but my feeling was that she was in these meetings mostly to learn or to make sure that things don’t go out of plan. We had a few discussions – I think that it took a month of weekly meetings to actually talk to each other, at the coffee machine, while waiting for the coffee to get made. Her name was Anna (let’s say) and she was indeed beautiful. The sort that takes your breath away when you’re in your 20s. The sort that steals you from your wife with just a „hello”. Baby blue eyes, strawberry blonde, perfect skin, and definitely one that visited the gym often. Read more »

How I [m] ended up fucking my teacher at the 20 years reunion

We all have these crushes that end up marking us for life. One of mine was my native language teacher; she came in the last year of highschool to replace the retired teacher we had until then. She was 5 years our senior, and she was far from perfect, but quite beautiful; a tall blonde woman with a beautiful smile, always wearing white, always stylish. I was in love, and I wasn’t the only one; half the class had a crush on her. Let’s call her Alexandra.

The most courageous of us actually asked her out; and at the ten-years reunion, which I missed on purpose, I found out that she was married to one of our colleagues from the same year. I laughed and moved on, but then a few years after that reunion I had the chance to work with my highschool on a hardware project, and I actually had a small discussion with Alexandra as well. She recognized me; I was never a gifted student when it came to languages, but she told me that she remembered her first teaching year vividly; and teased me about daydreaming during her classes. I confessed I was daydreaming about her, and she blushed. But our discussion finished there, and I went on to finish my job. I saw her two years later, passing by, in a promenade place in the city; she was walking with her children, and she saw me. She looked at me, blushed again, said nothing and we moved on. Read more »