Author: strawberry-

fate brought me to more good head – he’s full of surprises, a big one behind those gym shorts [FM]

My previous story made me feel incredibly nostalgic for the exploits and impulsivity I felt during those years. This is a memory that surprised me in a somewhat innocent way – a girl letting the nerd into her dorm room and blowing his mind in a few different ways, and him doing the same to me.

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I first met him at admitted students day. I’ll be straight with you: I definitely had wandering eyes as I stepped into the large ballroom. I smiled pretty for my ID picture (and whatever “audience” I imagined I had) and found my assigned table. I don’t know why I was at his table. We weren’t the same major. Maybe it was because of what I found out later, that we were from the same state. Fate, kismet, whatever it is. We were both at the table and making small talk. Hi, Sam. That was his name. Sam from my state, curly hair, thick glasses, and a clean shave. He was only a few inches taller than me once we stood up and toured the campus, but I couldn’t look away from his strong body, clearly a guy who spent some time in the gym. Read more »

i [f]-19 stumbled into a sexy lesbian’s [f]-20 music lair and got my pussy absolutely eaten out to space and back

*Just remembering an amazing time I had with someone back in college. I miss being able to find spaces like this. Maybe this story will remind me to try a little harder to have these types of incredible experiences again*

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I never knew my college’s open mic night sometimes served as a haven for queer cruising. I showed up for the music.

That balmy summer night, my guitar and I wandered into the dimly lit coffee shop near student dorms after following a creatively designed poster on the bulletin board. What I didn’t expect was a sea of gorgeous individuals, all mingling around in painfully stylish garb: mini skirts and crop tops, silky dresses, chunky boots, a punk/rave/trendsetter wet dream. I felt overstimulated, my eyes struggling to choose a person to follow. I felt slightly out of place with my appearance; I hadn’t lined my eyes with a graphic design or slapped on pasties under a mesh top. I was braless wearing a white ribbed tank top tucked into vintage blue jeans, hair tied back into a high bun. I had planned for a different mood, something lowkey and quiet. This was anything but; I could barely hear my thoughts over the loud electronica music playing in the background as someone set up their gear on the stage. Read more »

[FM] phone sex leads to real sex!

Next to a sprinkling of leaning palm trees and a pool supply store that always smelled faintly of chlorine, our band’s practice space stood modestly, yet proud. We had the space booked three times a week, but due to a money-minded building owner, another soundproof wall was added to break up the space and allow another band to occupy the creative domain while we worked.

I understood communal accommodations. Still in college, I had only just moved on to student apartments, having previously shared a room with two rowdy ladies. They were fun, but invasive. I have plenty of stories about them too that I’d love to share one day. While on tour with the band, we all shared a camper. Four adults to one bed and two cots encourages bonding, but never privacy.

Even so, the group of guys practicing next to us caused me tension. They all smoked away fifteen minutes of their time each session sucking on cigarillos and loudly rotating through inside jokes and jabs. I thought they were decadent, hedonistic, and apathetic towards the world. They seemed a little mean, a tad jagged, wearing crooked smiles across their jaws with an inexplicable emptiness behind the eyes. Read more »

[fm] sharing a dirty secret with my (20f) former flame & bandmate (26m)

This is very long and has a lot of build up! Hopefully you will still appreciate the story. This happened a very long time ago – I’m in my mid 20s now. But this was the most influential time in my life, and the craziest. If you know me, you don’t. I don’t think anyone could identify me from the generalities I provided here, but please don’t try to dox me if I slipped up somewhere. Please : )

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The desert is less lonely when you are sharing a secret with someone. The sunrise kisses the sand, touching down on a pair, similarly still lip-locked, chapped, and sore. We spent the night watching the stars, the same constellations that held such a forecast in our lives. There was no time for sleep, only sparring. Our bodies lie covered in patterns, dark purple and burgundy. We can conceal them in our linen smocks and pants. I can watch as his body bends in the afternoon sun, remembering the sweat and smell of him, reveling in the certainty that I own a part of his experience here on this exit from typical reality. If only until the end of the week, we can toss and tumble and never sleep. If only until one of us gets bored, we can recreate everything once lost to the past. Read more »

[FM] – The IT guy had a big fucking Hard Drive, and i was ready to upgrade.

Hello! I posted my first story here last night about a pandemic encounter I had with my budtender: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/or63f0/fm_masks_off_strap_on_fucking_the_mysterious/

Today, I want to share another favorite story of mine from 2019, a single experience that sadly hasn’t happened again since I lost my office job last March. It’s something I thought was incredibly unlikely, so I still think about this experience nearly two years later. This is a long one, but stick around for the end.

My favorite part of working in an office was actually having an opportunity to put together business casual looks. Before then, I lived in overalls, painters jeans, and UV protecting base layers while I had a mural painting contract. A friend clued me in about her company’s open graphic designer position at a software company, which promised a lot more than I had been making. Of course, I jumped at the opportunity, applied, and was hired. Read more »

[FM] masks off – strap on: fucking the mysterious budtender

I just wanted to pick up some medical marijuana. That’s how all this started.

Some background about me: I’m an accidentally flirty person. I’m sure you’ve met people who grew up with incredibly low self-esteem, maybe they were even the butt of a “will you go out with me? LOL JK” cruel prank. I’m one of those people. I had a Princess Diaries style total makeover after college when I lost a ton of weight and started taking care of myself. I’m still working on the self image thing. I went through life assuming every interaction is platonic, because why wouldn’t it be, it always has been. This has led me to awkward situations with colleagues, teachers (ew), friends, club mates…etc. I never trusted my gut feeling that someone was into me because I hated myself so much. This is important because I still struggle with it, and it’s why a flirtationship with my budtender took eight months to marinate into a torrid affair. Read more »