Author: thecanadianslut

A few months ago, I was very much so missing public sex, and decided to find someone on tinder to fix that.

I matched with this guy, cute, and had a very nice pic in grey sweatpants on his profile.

We got to talking and got into our kinks and he suggested we meet at the theatre and see what we can get into there.

He told me to wear my shortest skirt and no panties, and I complied, wearing a long coat and a blanket scarf to make sure I could be at least a little hidden.
We met, and chose a movie, I can’t remember a single thing about it, but the theatre was packed. Read more »

(For any context needed please see my [last post)](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9vswuz/i_tried_to_be_good_fm/?st=JOFSAKXQ&sh=129de8c6)

I have been a horny wreck this past week, and it got even worse as I was at work the day of our meeting. I couldn’t focus at all, I just needed to get to his house so I could finally have release.

So, I arrive and he greets me at the door. We kiss, then he unzips my jacket and spins me around. He kisses my neck and laughs into my shoulder.. “Already!?” he asks, his hand finding its way between my thighs, feeling exactly how bad I have wanted him. He leads me upstairs, “to catch up” but I am much too needy for talking. This time I lead him to his bedroom, and immediately get on my knees, unbuckling and unzipping him, desperate to see that cock again. I manage this time to get my mouth right to the base and I continue to deep throat him till he tells me to get on the bed. He kisses down my body, my every nerve screaming, yearning for more. And then as his face hovers there between my thighs he looks at me “What do you say?”
“Please!!!”
With the use of the magic word, he complies, he mouth and hands driving me to the edge… and then stopping. He puts one arm over my hips and starts lightly circling my clit.. “You need to use your words, hun. Tell me what you want.” Read more »

I took a little break from being a slut, tried doing that whole “waiting” thing. And for the most part it was going good. (I was playing multiple times a day, but I wasn’t fucking strangers, so I was meeting my goal).

That is, I was until I met Will* last weekend.

A friend of mine set us up, she thought we’d hit it off, and she was right. But the problem with that is, it meant I was wayy more attracted to Will than I was to any other guy I’d gone out with so far.

So, we had gone out to dinner, then bowling, and then went back to his place to watch a movie. And naturally, a minute into the movie, we start making out. And I was good! I wanted desperately for more.. but I even pushed his hand away as he started tracing up my thigh. I was determined. But determination is hard when you’re fighting against yourself..
So, 3 hours into this makeout, he looks at me and asks me what I want. I tell him “I can’t have what I want tonight.” He smirked at me and started running his hand up my thigh, my breath hitched and my hips rolled in anticipation. Read more »