Author: xoleni

I [26F] fucked a hotel worker while a guest at the resort. He snuck us into the most expensive suite. [MF]

I [26F] slept with a hotel worker while a guest at a resort. He snuck us into the most expensive suite.

I knew the second I caught his eye, I had him. Not to brag—but I knew I looked good that night, in a crop top and a tight skirt that clung to my body. He kept staring at me as he set up for the event that night. He was working, and I was a guest at the old resort for two nights.

There was no real need for me to be dressed up, either, perfume and jewelry and all. It was the middle of January, off season, and I was, far and away, one of the youngest people in the entire building in upstate New York.

So maybe the fact that I was the only girl within a mile helped me stand out, and that’s why I caught his eye.

But I don’t think so. I think he caught my eye, and I caught his, because we wanted each other. Rather, knew what exactly what we wanted from each other. Read more »

That time I [24F] was seduced by a rich investment bank VP [35M] in a bar [MF]

To understand this hook-up it’s important you hear about what came before. It was, as some would say, a “learning experience.” One of those things you *have* to go through—unless you get trapped in it, and never go through it but *stay in it*. Luckily, that didn’t happen.

I was in a relationship for two years after college with a guy who liked me—but only if I was in a certain position, and conforming to his idea of how I should behave. Example: He scolded me when my backpack was placed in the wrong compartment of his apartment and listened to make sure I wasn’t too loud in the kitchen/shower.

He was handsome, charming, successful, and fit every box: I thought if I could only make him happy, I’d never lose him. The urgency was compounded by what became a refrain in our relationship: Him telling me, “No one will ever love you like I do.” Like I was tragically flawed, and he could deal with me.

If your haunches are raising, then good—you’re more attuned to some of the controlling elements of this relationship than I was. For a while I just thought I was lucky to have him. I was 24 when I was strong enough to realize I was worthy of a different, more generous love, and I’d be better off on my own. Read more »

I [26F] tortured my years-long childhood crush with his lipstick fetish years after graduation [MF]

*Note: If you’re familiar with my work, I love revisiting* [past encounters](https://www.reddit.com/user/xoleni/)*. Part of me can’t believe I haven’t written about this one yet. Maybe because it’s so laden with emotion, and set over a long and winding tale of my life—dating all the way back to childhood. I’ll try to skip the life part and head straight to the sex part as quickly as possible. But the life part is what makes the sex part so, well…triumphant. I’ll let you know when the sex starts, though.*

I still remember the day I decided I had a crush on Cole—let’s call him Cole. We were in fifth grade. Only 11, and we understood each other on a level that we didn’t with our classmates. It was like everyone else was doing addition and we’d skipped ahead to multiplication, speaking about the *world*, not just each other. Cole seemed to like the part of myself that I liked best. He seemed to see the me I hoped to be. Read more »

I [26F] am addicted to my vibrator and often cum 10+ times a day [F]

Before you read this and take pity on me for being holed up in quarantine with a vibrator…don’t. Using this thing is like being granted Red Bull wings. It’s like discovering your body has superpowers and pleasure is a limitless pool you can dive into whenever you want a swim. No asking for orgasms after the guy’s already done and tired, no making yourself crazy with mental games about why you can’t “get there.” I *miss* people–I miss partners—nothing compares to skin and intimacy.

But phew, if this vibrator doesn’t come close!

I live with people so I can’t do this all the time. But when the upstairs is empty and I have a block of time, put on the tv in my room and get under the covers. The key is to have one orgasm. Break the seal. The next sometimes come instantly, whenever I press the vibe to my clit. The other day I lost track at 10 orgasms. TEN! Each of them knocks me out. I start laughing as I have them around six because they are so powerful, and come so easily. Then I’ll say “I’m done” but after a five minute break the vibe is back between my legs. When I’m actually done, I’m always giddy and spent. If it’s an addiction, it’s an innocent (and naughty) one. Read more »

[FM] I learned the best place to get fingered is on a Brooklyn rooftop [PART 2: In which I get fucked by a massive cock]

Y*ou may want to start with* [*part one*](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hztkfd/fm_the_time_i_26f_discovered_the_best_place_to/) *of this story, which began at a bar and finished at a rooftop in Brooklyn. At this point, Hugh has just finished fingering me (very well, I might add) on top of his brownstone building, overlooking a main avenue in Brooklyn. He said that he wanted to fuck me in his one-bedroom apartment, and who was I to say no?*

***

Immediately, I could tell that Hugh and I were well matched. As in, he and I were both *freaky*. After our seamless foray into public sex, I felt like I could be honest with him in ways that I couldn’t be with my most recent ex, who got a bit testy whenever I let on the true boundlessness of my desires. For example, when he discovered that I’d had a few one-night stands before we got together (not that many, y’all), he got so angry at me he couldn’t speak. “I didn’t know you were that kind of girl,” he said, ruining our entire weekend getaway. And every time I joked about having a threesome, he made sure that it remained just that—a joke. Hugh and I, on the other hand, were already planning our first visit to a sex club, and we’d only just met! Read more »

[FM] I lost my anal virginity on prom night…and it was awesome

*Note: All the people in this story were 18 at the time of writing.*

On the few occasions that i’ve told this story to people, it always, undeniably, elicits a laugh. “You *what?*

“I lost my anal virginity on prom night,” I’ll repeat, laughing.

“I know, but…girl, you are brazen.”

Indeed, I am. And I was, even back that. That’s probably one of the reasons my ex, and my first-ever boyfriend—let’s call him Diego—as with me. We had *fun*, everywhere we went. Since we met in high school, we had to get creative about the places where fun was to be found. That meant parking the car at “our street,” or meeting at “our park” at night, or taking long hikes in a nearby nature preserve and hoping there wasn’t a family with toddlers rounding the corner or something much, much worse (luckily I hadn’t seen *Mindhunter* back then and wasn’t as outright paranoid as I am today). Read more »

[FM] The time I [26F] discovered the best place to get finger fucked is on a rooftop in Brooklyn

Summer, 2019. The kind of weather where you feel it’s a shame—not just a shame, but a waste—to be wasting away indoors, and yet, that’s what I was doing. Alone again. Half-watching TV, but paying more attention to the drama unfolding on the endless feed on my phone. Sprawled out on my bed. Wondering how it was that it was another Saturday night and I had no plans.

And then I realized: It didn’t have to be like this. I’d just moved to Brooklyn, so now my world was infinitely bigger than it was in New Jersey, even if my apartment was smaller. Translations? I had options! A good time was within reach! I went off Instagram, and onto—drumroll please—the apps. As true romantic, there’s never a time when I’m not scrolling through the apps hoping I’ll meet my weirdo, who is equally matched in wit and sex drive. That night, though, I was happy to settle for the latter. Read more »

[FM] I [26F] fucked a stranger I met at a movie theater in Vienna while traveling alone

I had just turned 21, and was traveling alone for the first time in my life. Vienna for three days, then was going to meet up with my family, and return to being in that in-between stage. At first, I was afraid I’d be bored by the lack of company. In fact, the experience was quite the opposite. I was at ease exploring the city on my own pace, doing *whatever* I wanted to do, *whenever* I wanted to do it. I was carried through Vienna that summer powered by nothing other than my own whimsy. To this day, it remains a crystallization of my favorite kind of freedom. On every street, a new place to explore, or a new person—and no one to tell you no.

My first night in Vienna, I bought a ticket to a concert in a church. Afterward, I strolled out of the church humming, trying to decide what to do next. I was wearing an outfit that made me feel like the definition of sophisticated: Long flare black linen pants, a crop tank top that showed a peek of my stomach. Bright red lipstick. Timeless, and feeling myself. Vienna, in the summer, is teeming with activity. There are outdoor concerts, festivals, and movies galore. All free, and all *right there* for the taking. Read more »

When I [26F] was 21 I fucked a stranger [32M] I met at a movie theater in Vienna

I had just turned 21, and was traveling alone for the first time in my life. Vienna for three days, then was going to meet up with my family, and return to being in that in-between stage. At first, I was afraid I’d be bored by the lack of company. In fact, the experience was quite the opposite. I was at ease exploring the city on my own pace, doing *whatever* I wanted to do, *whenever* I wanted to do it. I was carried through Vienna that summer powered by nothing other than my own whimsy. To this day, it remains a crystallization of my favorite kind of freedom. On every street, a new place to explore, or a new person—and no one to tell you no.

My first night in Vienna, I bought a ticket to a concert in a church. Afterward, I strolled out of the church humming, trying to decide what to do next. I was wearing an outfit that made me feel like the definition of sophisticated: Long flare black linen pants, a crop tank top that showed a peek of my stomach. Bright red lipstick. Timeless, and feeling myself. Vienna, in the summer, is teeming with activity. There are outdoor concerts, festivals, and movies galore. All free, and all *right there* for the taking. Read more »

i [26F] went home with a complete stranger [31M] i’d never spoken to when i was 19

This is one of those stories that i’m happy happened, but can’t quite believe happened. If I could go back in time to my 19-year-old self, I’d say: Be more careful. Take a cell phone. Don’t go home with someone you’ve never exchanged a sentence with, only a sultry look. But also, if I had listened to that advice, I wouldn’t have this story.

Let’s set the scene. I was 19 years old, fresh off a two-year relationship—my first ever. We were each other’s “first” everythings, actually. First love. First time (on the basement couch, while the rest of my family was partying upstairs—but that’s for another story!). We had a wonderful relationship, but parted ways my sophomore year of college.

Which meant *my* sophomore spring of college was everyone else’s freshman fall. I was figuring out who I was with five drinks and a night of freedom, and I was having *fun*. Three weeks after breaking up with my ex, I boarded a plane to northern Greece for a spring break trip to a documentary festival. During the day, we’d watch movies. At night, we’d go to bars that opened late, and only got good at 1 a.m. It was a university town, so the clubs were *teeming* with handsome men my age. Read more »