Author: SalaciousSpice

Introduction to Paris – [F]ingered and Fucked by [M]y Tour Guide

**I thought I’d share the time about the second (and infinitely better) fling I had after my divorce some years ago. For those of you who might have been following my previous posts and looking forward to my follow-up with** [Paul](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d09ox2/fucking_the_best_man_at_my_daughters_wedding/) **that I had arranged for this past** [Saturday](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d10pab/follow_up_to_fucking_the_best_man_at_my_daughters/)**, I’m afraid I’m going to have to disappoint. Saturday turned out to be something of a disaster, though, fortunately, through no fault of Paul’s – rather, I had further work-related obligations that took up my weekend, in addition to my daughter turning up, and I was completely burned out – so we’ve agreed to meet later in the week and maybe I’ll have something to write about then. Thanks for your patience!**

After my divorce several years ago, I was at a low and was looking to get away from it all. Eloise, a friend of mine from France, offered to let me stay with her at her place in Paris for a few weeks, so, with a chance not to worry about hotel and food bills, I was all too happy to accept. Read more »

[F]ollow up to Fucking the Best [M]an at My Daughter’s Wedding

**This is a follow up to my previous post** [[F]ucking the Best [M]an at My Daughter’s Wedding](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d09ox2/fucking_the_best_man_at_my_daughters_wedding/)**, since there was enough polite interest. It carries from where things left off – I recommend reading it before going on to this one because I don’t want to repeat things again (sorry!) – but be warned that it’s not the steamy romp that my previous confessional was, though there was certain antics to be had on my part. Also, sorry about the lack of originality for the title, and the more factual tone of this piece, I’ve been a bit brain drained from work over the week. Also, longish ramble ahead.**

It didn’t take too long after Paul came for me to pass into exhausted sleep and I believe it was the same on his part. Little surprise, when I woke up nearly 3 hours later, I still felt crushed from lack of sleep as well as being worn out from the sex, but there was little choice since it just over an hour to 10 and my friends, who had been kind enough to volunteer with the after-wedding cleanup, were due to arrive. Paul also woke up as soon as I started moving and I sent him off to shower in anticipation of shooing him off before anyone arrived. Once he came out, I decided to have a talk with him about how things were going to be between us – usually I make these things clear beforehand, but everything Paul had been very spur-of-the-moment. I’m sure he was expecting something different, to judge from his slow response, but since my divorce I haven’t really been in the mood to have an invested relationship. I felt a little bad. Read more »

[F]ucking the Best [M]an at my Daughter’s Wedding

**I’ve been having an upsurge in my sex life in recent months and I just wanted a place to put it out there, just as a way of reliving the moment. I’m not a professional writer, so this is more going to be a rambling confessional than a well put together piece. It’s also a bit long. Without further ado…**

Recently, I attended my daughter’s wedding. Despite the buzz and good sentiments all around, I have to confess I wasn’t exactly thrilled by her choice, if only because he reminded me a lot about my ex. But, that’s my own personal issue I suppose, not to mention its not something you can talk a headstrong young lady of 21 out of. If I was doing the choosing, I would have preferred she had tied the knot with Paul, who’s been a friend to both of them and has seen Liz (my daughter) through thick and thin, and even been there to provide a shoulder to cry on. Read more »