I’ve lurked on Gonewild Stories for a few years now, but never thought much about writing a story about myself before a few weeks ago, when I had one of the more interesting/unusual sexual experiences of my life. I’ve decided to write it down mostly for myself (as a journalistic writing exercise and as a way to hold onto the original memory and all of the specific sensations I felt and thoughts I had at the time).
I tend to get far more enjoyment out of stories that feel true and authentic; I suspect that many here feel the same way. With that in mind, here is my disclaimer: the story that follows is true, and my goal is to summarize the events with the utmost accuracy, even when those events do not reflect optimally on me or create the ideal pace, tone, whatever. It all happened, exactly as I will recount it.