Category: gonewildstories

When I first dated my now fiance I immediately knew I liked him: he was so nice, sweet and funny, we talked about literature and art, philosophy and politics, totally clicked in every way – oh and he was hot. I didn’t think twice about going back to his when he offered on our third date (classic gentleman).

The problem was, and I don’t want to sound like a bitch, but it wasn’t very good. It’s since got better, but that first time was definitely a disappointment.

But luckily for me I had a back up plan.

I’d hooked up with this other guy before. He wasn’t relationship material, he was a bit of a meathead, but he knew how to fuck and he had no qualms with being my second of the night if necessary. He’d answered my late night texts like this before and if anything he seemed to like that I’d come running to him.

So I made my excuses about needing to go home because of an early start the next day and headed to the other guy’s house. Personally, at the time, I think it was a good idea: I got to have a really fun evening with one guy, without having to not get my brains fucked out by the other. Read more »

Hello! This is the story of how my first intimate time with anyone went, I hope you enjoy. This is also my first time writing about it.

I was 19 years old when I first invited her over, we both were new at this. It started off with us talking about our interests a couple days before, innocent at first, but then revealing our fantasies to each other, “Have you ever been with anyone? Or is this what you do with yourself to compensate?” I asked. “I’ve never done anything with anyone.” She replied, I decided to take a risk, “Would you like to try it out with me?”. I offered a friends with benefits relationship, and to my surprise she accepted. We planned on a day we would have free to explore each other in this new light, talking about limits and what our rules were for this first time experience with another person, and we were set to do this. Read more »

I’ve written about her before, hot younger woman, and the age gap is only half the fun; tonight she’s coming over and she’s discovered she has a praise-kink, and will do literally anything if she gets called a good girl and generally praised. My imagination is vivid, so this should be a fun night…

I’m now 50 and for some reason I’m getting off on exposing myself. I wear stockings and a short skirt to work or a see thru blouse so the guys can have a peek. I really want a stranger to show me off on reddit or somewhere. I think it’s a loss of control thing. It really doesn’t help when I’m married with 2 kids. I don’t seem to care if they find out. What is wrong with me?

I’ve been talking to him over the last few days and I had no idea he was going to do it. I woke up and checked my messages and there it was. And he came so much all over the picture, it made me feel so hot and sexy. I was so fucking horny looking at it that I saved the video and I masturbated to it.

So here is something a little different for everyone. There is no good subs to post erotic poetry so I decided to post it here. This poem is dedicated to u/tattedblondeshell who is the inspiration for it.

I want to sit alone upon a chair,

you standing in the center of the room,

watching as you strip completely bare

the curves of your body mine to consume.

for you to then saunter over gracefully

turn around, then bend over right in front of me.

with you bent over and I still in my seat

you pull my head toward your ass

and demand of me “now eat”;

then with my hands on your hips shaped hourglass

my face turns red flushed with blood

as my tongue touches your rosebud.

To your every command I will listen

to prove to you my full submission.

My tongue is purposeful and slow

and soon around the room your moans echo.

then you reach back to pull me in tight

despite the fact for air I fight.

But then comes a tremble and a shake Read more »

Some years back I was visiting a friend in San Francisco. It was the end of the summer between my first and second year of grad school. I’d had a kind of dull summer and needed some fun.

I hadn’t seen Ben in several years, since we’d both lived in New York. I assumed he had probably changed somewhat in that time. We had done the most obnoxious, irresponsible things back in the day (college, mostly) and although I hadn’t necessarily changed much I figured that he, with his apartment near Union Square and a good job in research lab, would have.
Nope. Not in the least.

On the first day I arrived, he had a work event to attend; a sports event that only employees were invited to. So I hung out in his apartment, my stuff dumped on the couch I’d be sleeping on. I left for a little while, then came back, and he still wasn’t home. Hours passed. I got a drunk dial from him at one point. All right, so he was shit-faced. A couple more hours passed. Finally Ben got home, wasted, a hammer in his pocket (how he acquired a hammer remains a mystery). He had hurt his leg somehow. He ended up going to the E.R early the next morning because of his leg. Read more »