Category: gonewildstories

I was traveling for work, and none too thrilled about it. But my cousin lived in the city, so I was excited to visit her. She told me about her friend – “you should talk to her, she knows the city better than I do, she can show you around.” Anything was better than sitting in the hotel and watching whatever was on TV. I texted her, and we made plans to go to a bar. It wasn’t clear if it was a date, and I was fine with it either way. I was happy to spend time talking and drinking, and I didn’t want to get my hopes up.

She picked me up. I didn’t have a rental car or anything. And she was hot. Brown eyes and blonde hair, which is a combination that always seems to get me. She was wearing tight jeans and a white tank top. And a red thong, but I wouldn’t find that out until later. Read more »

Skip the first paragraph if you don’t want context.

I have to write this down, I have to remember every detail. And I want to tell someone but there’s no one I can tell, given the slightly immoral nature of it. We work together. She’s objectively a beautiful girl. Very sweet and genuine, comes off a little shy, but getting to know her she grew progressively more flirtatious and forward. We’ve become very close friends. Hanging out after work when we can, usually smoking in a car, in an abandoned parking lot, tensions high. These late night conversations couldn’t help but elicit conversation of our shared attraction, how fun it would be to play together. She’s never had any girl on girl experience and is definitely eager to try. I on the other hand, although I have some experience, still feel like I need more. We’d reveal all our secrets about each other. Our wet dreams, in which we’d get so close, I’d climb on top of her but never did anything because it wasn’t allowed. Our fantasies, where I’d massage her, moving me hands over her back, over her ass, spreading her legs apart, getting her so worked up, she’d have no choice but to accept my fingers inside her. The tensions had become so intense I once came to a video of her singing… And in the midst of these conversation we unfortunately would always have to remind ourselves that we’re both in relationships. Good ones too. Once I tried to set boundaries with her but that quickly fell through. We couldn’t help it. Flirting with each other. Wanting to touch legs or fingers every time we got the chance. The tension had been building for weeks. Read more »

This is my first post ever, so forgive me if it’s not written well. It’s a pretty long story so I’d skip to the **** to read the fun

So this crazy experience happened during 2020 right before COVID hit. At the time I was 19 so drinking was pretty much at home or at parties, until my cousin (we’ll call him Ryan) became relatively close friends with a bartender. Because of that friendship the bartender always turned a blind eye for a buddy of mine (Don) and I, we still weren’t allowed to drink but we could stay till bar close (never stopped us from drinking in the car…)

One night I was heavy stuck on staying home and gaming, just not feeling the vibe of going out, Ryan did not accept that whatsoever. After about 30 minutes of me trying to convince him why I should stay I found myself showering and getting ready to go the bar. At this point we had a little bit of a routine. Read more »

While I can’t really call it a dry spell, there have been times when conflicting work schedules make it a little tricky to stay as physically intimate as Isabelle and I like to be. Because of that, Isabelle seems to take a pleasure that borders on perverse in teasing and tantalising me right as I start readying myself to go. Whether that means climbing into the shower with me, undressing in front of me as I try to get my shoes on, or loudly and provocatively masturbating while I try to head for the door, she certainly knows exactly how to make me wonder, do I need my job or a taste of her body more?

This day was hardly different. I had work, she had the day off and plans to visit a fun new restaurant with a few friends from her own job. Despite knowing we both had places to be, she had spent the better part of the morning rubbing up against me, gripping at my hips, ass, and chest. I was entirely blameless, merely doing what anyone in my position would do: nibbling at her neck and slipping the occasional hand down her shorts to cup her ass or brush against her clit.  Read more »

I used to think intimate frilly sex was it for me. For him to stare deep into my eyes, say ‘I love you’ as he gently entered my trembling pussy. Both of us laughing as we knocked heads in our passion, glowing in the aftermath of our mutual orgasms.
I have now realised I am a whore. Aching to be used as a personal cumslut. I want my hair pulled, marks and bites left all over me, your cum in my pussy…leaking down my pantiless crotch to my thighs. I want to be free use for someone who knows just the right balance of rough and intimate, forced and aftercare, someone who doesn’t mind me rubbing my dripping pussy on his knee or shoes or hand.
I used to feel shame for my inclinations, needs, desires. Not anymore. In tune with breaking the cycle, I love how needy the right man can make me, how wet he can keep my pussy with the mere thought of him. I love orgasming and receiving, sometimes even in public. And that is me! Slutty and proud, haha