So, while my friend Bree and I come up with a plan for our half-horse hybrid boy toy (pegging him is off the table, but she joked that she’d love to fuck my ass one of these days, so there’s that…), I thought I’d regale you all of a time long ago, when I wasn’t a depraved divorced slut, but merely a depraved college slut. A slut who had convinced her father to send her to Italy under the impression that immersing her in the culture would help her in her classes. While I did wind up switching from that History degree with a focus in Ancient Rome to something more useful & practical (lol), I do remember a lot about that summer. I had fully intended on exploring the local historical sites, immersing myself in the culture, and all together making the most of it. I had also planned on finding myself some fresh local-grown Italian sausage daily, but even that plan went out the window when on just the 3rd day there, I met Alberto…
Category: gonewildstories
I [F] gave a quickie blowjob to my delivery driver, but he couldn’t handle it. He couldn’t handle a handjob either.
This is something I’ve been wanting to try for a while but could never get the courage or opportunity to make it happen. I order from food delivery apps a few times a week usually, when I’m lazy and don’t feel like going out. I’ve always liked those porn videos where the woman hooks up with the delivery guy, even if most of them are likely scripted. After posting my first story to this subreddit which was in a similar vein as this idea, I really wanted to give this fantasy a shot.
Since I’ve had the intention of doing this I have ordered from food delivery apps three times. I only followed through on the third and final delivery, which was yesterday. I fantasized about answering the door naked, but I decided against that idea because I only wanted to follow through with a willing participant. Exposing myself to them right away would be fun, but if they were offended by it then that could be a big problem.
I [M] went to a concert with my girlfriend [F] and got handled
Girlfriend and I bought tickets to a metal show which is a really chill show. It’s more metal-lite and doesn’t attract a mosh pit or anything similar. We had floor tickets but had plenty of space in our chairs. Anyway, it was a pretty chilly and windy night and we were close to the exit so the weather was always on the back of our necks. We both wore heavy jackets.
Like every metal show I go to, I had a few beers and so did girlfriend. It was a pleasant buzz. As she often is, she got cold and snuck her hands under my jacket to warm up. Her hands started wandering around my torso until one landed on my lower stomach. I pulled my jacket around her arm to assist. I leaned over, kissed her, and whispered “go ‘head, do it!” Her hand instantly launched into my pants and was rolling my nuts like they were Benoit balls. It wasn’t long before she was slowly stroking my shaft with a few thousand people around and well distracted by the show. She had to go slow as to not bring attention to our little session and I had to watch on with a poker face for the same reason.
Gravelly Park [MF]
It’s a nice little park near Reagan National Airport where you can watch planes land and take off. Fwb took me there and we got handsy in the back seat of his SUV (thank god for tinted windows). I deep throated his amazing cock and got face fucked while he played lookout. We almost got caught a couple of times but fuck it was soooo thrilling!! And like a good girl…I swallowed every last drop 😋😋 One more place to cross off our list!
I stretch my cunt during class [F]
I’m 22 and in college. I have a huge professor kink. Literally if any of my male professors propositioned me I’d be on me knees in seconds. Sadly though life ain’t a porno, so i can’t just walk up and a ask a professor to fuck me without consequences.
Because of my Prof kink I get horny in class a lot, and during my in person classes there is nothing I can do, but I’ve come up with a coping mechanism to use during online classes. During my one online class that has a male professor I always have a dildo in my pussy.
Sometimes I’m naked from the waist down with it buried in me, sometimes I’ll wear my overalls (they are great for forcing the dildo to stay deep in me). I’ll always try to be still, but inevitably I’ll start slowly grinding on the dildo. I’ve never actually cum during class, but it’s still a lot of fun. Luckily for me I’ve never really been all that noisy, so I think I’ve been getting away undetected for the most part. The only people who know are some of the guys in the class that I’ve slept with, other than that I think it’s a secret.
[MF] I [F46] got with a boy around my daughter’s age [M21] last night
We matched on a dating app. He said in his profile that he preferred older women. He was very cute and handsome, dirty blonde, tall and fit. I messaged him and asked if he’d like to talk. He said absolutely.
We switched to a chatting app and exchanged some selfies. That was on Wednesday. Thursday I woke up to a message from him asking if I’d like to meet up somewhere that night. Sort of against my better judgement, I said sure.
After work, I showered, dolled myself up. My daughter was out of the house luckily, so I didn’t have to tell her where I was going. We met at this sports bar type of place, not something too trashy, but also not expensive or impressive. But I didn’t give a shit about the food or the location. I cared about him, how he’d be, how he’d look.
He was just as handsome in person, luckily. And I’m assuming I pleased him too, his eyes immediately going to my cleavage and then meeting my eyes with a cheeky little smirk.
We ate, we talked. It was a nice conversation. He was very charismatic and funny.
The pleasure of being unknown [MF]
I have never been the kind of person who can flirt with friends of my friends at their party. I must have turned down dozens of promising advances simply because they were too close to existing nodes of my social network. I don’t know; maybe it is the potential for augmented shame in rejection. Maybe I am just not good at reading others’ body language. Maybe, in all honesty, I just have commitment issues.
This is why I cherish the opportunities to fuck that pop up in times and places where I a complete stranger. It is hot to hear a man whisper your name when he is cumming, but it can be hotter to hear the fake name you gave him.
I was sitting by myself in a restaurant booth when he sat across me in his own. We held eye contact briefly, unafraid to acknowledge each other. It was the start of a game of flirting, traditional and cliched: I pushed my hair back, baring the skin of my neck, chest, and shoulders, all uncovered by my strapless dress. He smiled placidly, looking at me longer than he looked at the menu. I crossed my long legs, letting the fabric rise to reveal more than was needed. He shifted in his seat, angling to face me directly. The game was only interrupted by his chat with the waitress… and by a work email I could not ignore.
[M]y coworker teased me in the conference room
This all took place a few weeks ago. I’m still trying to process what happened and where things might go next.
It was a slow day in the office. Where we live it was a local holiday and the office was technically closed. I swung by anyway to take advantage of the quiet and get caught up on a few things and had one early afternoon call that I needed to pretend to participate on.
There were two other people in the office with me that day. As it relates to the story, my coworker Sam (as we will call her) was one of them. She was lucky enough to have to sit through the boredom of that same afternoon call.
Call Centre [M]adness….
So this one is a bit of a throwback….I would have been around 25 at the time.
I was working in a Call Centre. My job was a very tough one in the company, we used to pay out health insurance coverage for illness etc….I would be the person to give the good or bad news, whether or not your hospital bills would be covered. It was very thankless work and more often than not you’d leave work stressed out.
One day I received a call from Mary. She was crying uncontrollably and I couldn’t understand what she was saying. I had eventually calmed her down and asked her to explain the situation. It turned out that her husband had passed away from a heart attack and she was trying to get her affairs in order. I felt so bad.
She explained to me that she had nobody else and that she really needed a hand with all of the arrangements and sorting her payout. Thankfully her husband had good insurance and, long story short, everything was covered. It didn’t make it easier, but it certainly helped.
[F] backpacking and [M] BBC couchsurfing nudist host
I was bagpacking in Spain. Couch surfing to save some money and meet cool local peeps. I have to admit they’re not all great experience – one particularly bad springy sofa that needed some deep cleaning!
This one though…
J [22M] is a tall, African American studying in Spain. Living in a studio flat. He’s pretty up front on his couch surfing profile that he is a nudist, and it’s a “strictly” nudist flat. I thought why not, I need a place to stay, reviews were all very positive, plus nudist experience! Win win win.
I [24F] Chinese, petite, turned up at J’s place. He welcomed me in loose trousers and a t-shirt. First dropped off my bagpack. Then went up the balcony of the building to admire the sunset view and chilled, talked, got to know each other.
Eventually we made our way down and back to his flat. He started undressing and that’s my first glimpse. fit, huge cock. It may have been my surprised look (I get mistaken as conservative), J then check with me to make sure I know this is a nudist house. I laughed and said yes of course! He also promptly show me to the showers. His house rule is that shower before sitting. Good rule.