So this is something I promised I would write up a while back, but just never got round to. I’ve received quite a few messages from older guys since I started posting to r/gonewildstories, several of whom have been interested in my experiences with more mature gentlemen.
Now, I have to admit that I don’t have much experience with older men, but one experience does immediately leap to mind…
For those of you who have read about my threesome with my ex-boyfriend Sam and a dude at a wedding party, you may recall that I had a weird-triangle-relationship-thing going on in my last couple of years at school. There was me, Sam, and my first ever girl crush Hollie (who I’ll be telling you a lot more about in a future story).
What I didn’t tell you was that there was actually a fourth player in this high-school melodrama – our English teacher, Mr Webber…
Hollie, Sam, and I were top of the class in English, and we all went on to study Literature at university (different universities fortunately…). We were very competitive with one another, and we had a special relationship with our excellent teacher, who could something in us that our classmates didn’t have.