[I never would have thought I’d meet the love of my life as well as the man of my dreams and sexual desires at the bank, and I never thought he’d be nearly three times my age either, but lo and behold, here we are.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b7033a/i_fucked_the_guy_i_met_at_the_bank_againin_his_car/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) A one night stand turned into an ongoing thing and we can no longer get enough of each other in all aspects, and honestly, he’s the best dom I’ve ever had. BDSM was actually not something he really knew about until he met me. In a way, I ‘corrupted’ him, as I like to call it. I introduced him to something..but we both believe it’s always been inside of him, because it comes so naturally after I showed him the ropes.
Author: smallframedfairy
?[FM] The Best Fucking Sex(?) I’ve Ever Had?
Last night I found out truly what a nasty little slut I am, and how sex crazed I can get when someone knows just how to push all the right buttons. I knew it before, but damn, I *really* know now.
I had sex with my ex.
Yes, the boy I was with for 3 years and broke up with because he’s been a lazy asshole for the last couple of months. The guy I’ve been pretty depressed and heartbroken over. He’s been taking it hard, too.
I tried to stay away from him, to distance myself. I don’t want to get his hopes up or anything like that but I also want to be there to support him, so I allowed him to come over yesterday just so we could play some video games and watch youtube. It escalated into honestly the best, hottest sex I’ve ever had…and he didn’t even penetrate me (*yet*).
For the first couple of hours we were mostly just chilling, talking about his depression and stuff occasionally, and watching videos to distract us. At first we were sitting next to each other but I eventually moved over to the other couch because I wanted to lie down a little. He came over. He was on his knees, with his leather jacket on..
?I [F]ucked the Guy I [M]et at the Bank Again…in his Car?
TLDR at the bottom?
[A week ago, we met at the bank and he took me to his place to fuck me senseless.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b2odqr/i_fucked_a_stranger_i_met_at_the_bank_who_was_3/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)
The other night, we met up and fucked again…in his car…at the park…
It all started when I messaged him about how sad and stressed out I was feeling about my recent rejection from my dream school, and he asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner to relieve some of that stress. You know, just to get out of the house and take my mind off things. Sean and I had been texting on and off for the past few days after our first encounter, but now we were actually going to meet again.
I definitely needed someone to take my mind off of everything that night. I asked him if he could bring the dogs with him (because dogs will *always* cheer me up) and he said he would. I wasn’t planning on having sex that night at all. In fact, I wasn’t even in the mood. I was feeling down, bad about myself, and had a huge headache from all the crying I’d been doing. I just threw on a shirt with bell bottom sleeves and leggings with my hair up in a little messy ponytail. Little did I know, I was going to be getting my holes thoroughly pounded and used anyway.
? I [F]ucked a stranger I met at the bank who was 3 times [M]y age ?
And it was one of the best hook ups I’ve ever had! (TLDR at the bottom❤)
The other day, I walked over to my local bank to cash in my paycheck (been too lazy to set up direct deposit) and ended up in line, in front of an older gentleman with tattoos and an eyebrow piercing. I found him very attractive, and loved the shirt he was wearing. It was black with a cat and ice cream donned on it with the words “all these flavors but you still choose to be salty.” I decided to compliment him on it and he returned the favor by positively commenting on my outfit (a skirt with a blouse and thigh-high socks).
We both smiled at each other and both felt this instant..connection. I could tell he found me attractive, and I was definitely into him, too. Every time I glanced behind me I found his eyes wandering and exploring my curves being hugged by the high-waisted cloth. I wanted to say something, but was too shy.
[FM] I got fucked by my boyfriend in a public bathroom stall for the first time
Hey everyone :) My boyfriend and I have been together for nearly 3 years now, both of us 19 and in our last year of high school. Now, I’m sort of known as a bit of a…spontaneous person. I mean, just a couple of weekends ago I randomly proposed we go to the beach for the weekend, and on that same day we packed our bags, booked a hotel and went on our way. Being spontaneous all the time probably isn’t a great thing, but nonetheless it’s never done me wrong yet. So today as we were walking home, I suddenly got the urge to go to the mall and my boyfriend was down, so we turned and headed towards the bus stop and caught the next one straight there.
When we arrived, we spent about an hour just wandering about, trying food samples, window shopping, and just enjoying each other. Eventually we found ourselves in a new store that wasn’t at the mall the last time we went, so naturally we had to take a look. It was kind of a weird, big store with a mix of furniture, bathroom supplies, kitchen stuff, children’s toys, organic foods, and liquor. After looking around for about 10 minutes, my boyfriend had to go to the bathroom. I followed to wait outside.
[FM] My other teacher made me wet today in class
I don’t know if this counts much as a sex story since we didn’t end up doing anything, but I thought maybe you guys would enjoy this and I’m not sure else where to share this, and I really want to.
[ Quick disclaimer: I’m 19, graduating soon :) also if you guys check my profile you’ll see other posts about my teacher..I want to clarify that this one in particular is actually a different one and I haven’t mentioned him before. I’ll be calling this one Stan both for safety purposes and to distinguish him from my other TC. Anyways, on to what happened ? ]
I’m sitting near the front in my class, jotting down the rest of the notes from the board onto my paper, when suddenly Stan announces that today he’ll be grading our notebooks. That’s when I remembered that a long time ago, I was supposed to get a separate notebook and dedicate it specifically to his class…I never ended up doing so, and got a bit panicky. I’m an honors AP student with mostly straight As, so if I get anything lower than a B it sort of sends me into a panic and makes me feel down about myself. I tried not to panic and brush away those thoughts, though, since I’ve been doing fairly well in his class the whole semester.