Category: gonewildstories

I was anxiously waiting outside Kate’s residence. She had just turned 18, and I was ready to act on every impulse that she’d stoked in me.

After 15 minutes she came strutting out, she knew she looked good. Kate was tall with perfect curves. A full ass from years of soccer, and tits she chose to conspicuously show off for the gang of college bros waiting outside. I could hear their cat calls as she opened my car door and eased herself back into the seat.

Her body language was pure sex as she reclined and gave me a lazy, sensual look. “Hi daddy,” she purred as her nails dragged across my crotch. Feeling my cock respond to her touch, her blue eyes lit up, and she leaned in, trailing her lips down my neck.

I immediately took my hand and wrapped it around her neck, giving her a stern look.

“Now Kate, what did I say about controlling your urges.”

“But, but, but, daddy you’ve made me wait all day…”

I took my fingers and let her suck on them while I continued, Read more »

The sun was just beginning to set as the lights came alive across the skyline I was slowly approaching. I’d sent E a message when I got on the ferry, it was only supposed to be an 8 min ride but it felt like an eternity as the deep ache inside of me kept getting worse. I knew who was waiting on the other side of the Hudson and my blood was on fire knowing I was finally going to meet her in person.

I wasn’t expecting to be up in the city that day, in fact that Saturday had started off remarkably slow. I was still rolling around in bed at 10 am when I got the message “It would be a lot better if you were here to fuck me 😥” That was in reply to a message I’d sent her a week ago. It caught me off guard and my cock immediately swelled at the thought. I pulled the comforter off my now throbbing erection and sent her a picture back.

“Oh my god. I desperately need you right now… Seriously when the fuck are you back in NYC?” Read more »

The sauna is a place of contrast. Heat and warmth, wet and dry, nakedness and non-sexuality. People always say they don’t watch. I do. At a sauna all sexuality is stripped away for me, but beauty isn’t. Even if there’s no beauty, the bodies tell so much of their stories. I watch and think of how they got where they are now.

One evening at the sauna there are a lot of lovely ladies to watch. With some I might’ve thought more, but I can suppress such things well. My mind blank in that regard. Yet it vexes me. It seems that there are only young sexy women here today and I don’t come here for that. I decide to stop my normal cycle of sauna and skip the relaxing pool. I grab my book and sit on the cosy benches below the pool. The sauna is on the 11th and 12th floor of a building with beautiful views. The benches require a stair to get below the pool level. Although it isn’t hidden, somehow few people take the opportunity to relax there. No one can watch easily below the pool and I read naked at length. It’s a nice change. Although some lovely ladies are still in the back of my mind, I’m resolute. No such things here. It’s a place to be yourself and relax. Sighing, I flip another page. Read more »

The sun was just beginning to set as the lights came alive across the skyline I was slowly approaching. I’d sent E a message when I got on the ferry, it was only supposed to be an 8 min ride but it felt like an eternity as the deep ache inside of me kept getting worse. I knew who was waiting on the other side of the Hudson and my blood was on fire knowing I was finally going to meet her in person.

I wasn’t expecting to be up in the city that day, in fact that Saturday had started off remarkably slow. I was still rolling around in bed at 10 am when I got the message “It would be a lot better if you were here to fuck me 😥” That was in reply to a message I’d sent her a week ago. It caught me off guard and my cock immediately swelled at the thought. I pulled the comforter off my now throbbing erection and sent her a picture back.

“Oh my god. I desperately need you right now… Seriously when the fuck are you back in NYC?” Read more »

We had met online and hit it off real well. Our conversations flowed, the banter was great, and when she finally showed her face–holy shit. She was drop dead gorgeous. We consumed each other’s days, texting constantly and diving deep into our thoughts, sharing our opinions, exchanging ideas and sexting constantly. We would FaceTime, we would Snap, we would share our bodies digitally and share posts, gifs, and photos that excited us and things we were going to do when we finally saw each other. Here was finally someone who matched my libido and reciprocated my sexuality. It was on.

She made plans to visit me in America and I made plans to reserve a hotel for us to stay at, and after several tortuous and titillating months she was finally here in my city. I waited outside the international terminal and as soon as I spied her looking around for me I couldn’t wait. Thousands of miles closed, 20 feet to go. I needed to hold her. She spotted me as I walked to her and a smile broke out between us like a kid seeing their birthday presents, and we were both eager to unwrap each other. It was the first kiss but it felt like our 100th, it was like we had known each other for years the way she pressed her lips against mine and the way my hands pulled in her waist. Her body felt perfect against mine. She stood just a bit shorter than me with her curvy body, silky black hair, and slender arms wrapped around my back. She was a puzzle piece I never knew was missing. Read more »

disclaimer, i’m not an native english speaker so forgive my grammar if you may so it’s a secret i’ve kept for the last 5 years, not even telling my S.O and for once i think i may get a kick of sharing it. 

i’ve always been attracted by the realm of exhibitionism but i also always been too scared and self concious to act much on it. I do think i have a very healthy and agreable sexlife but i do have impulses from time to time where i really want to do more risky things. And for a couple of years i’ve been doing something that even doing it so many times still turns me on. It’s probably one of the only secretive and “wrong” things i ever did. Basically, i really enjoy wearing some cheaply bought underwears (although sometime i leave really nice one but you know……..those aren’t cheap) for an entire days, or something taking them to the gym or on rare occassion i will actually have some alone time using them, then i will choose a place and leave them there. I have done : public toilets, park bench, sits on the subway, in stores and on the beach. Where i leave them mostly depends on the day and the opportunity to leave them without being seing. Then i will came back later and see if anyone as pick them up. I get such a strong kick on the though of some random guy seing them and taking them home to do as he wish with them. Smelling my scent on them, feeling were my intimacy layed maybe not even 20 min ago, and if he’s lucky he may see the result of some of my own pleasure still drenching the softfabric. In very rare occasion, i actually saw some guys picking them up and that’s treasure memories for lonely nights.  Read more »

UPDATE:
So i talked with her and she admitted to having teased him but said she did not get him off. She said she did it very shortly and his pants stayed on the entire time. But the fact she did this without consent and did not think much of it made it seem worse. She also admitted to sending him a couple of pics of her feet through snapchat which she showed me (None were explicit). I asked her why she felt inclined and she said it was to make him feel better after his ex left him bc she couldn’t handle his fetish. This made me question if she had done anything else before so i asked and she said she thought of giving him a footjob but she felt bad and decided to not go through with it. I am kinda just wanting to try a fwb and abandon the relationship aspect. Bc it seems like she wants to be available for more than just me in terms of pleasing.

My husband and I went to the hills for a little escape and were staying in this luxury ‘green’ hotel – instead of rooms, there are these tent-like bamboo structures peppered on the slope of a forest hill. There was a lovely balcony that looked out into the forest, and while it seemed pretty isolated, we knew the other tents must be hidden behind the trees somewhere close by.

My husband had brought his camera along, and he spent a greater part of the evening clicking my photos. There’s nothing to do in this part of the town, so we were planning to drink and stay inside the tent. Due to some health issues, my husband doesn’t drink much, but in the darkness of the hills, the severe isolation, the good conversation, and with a camera focused on me … I drank a little too fast!

He requested … Could I, maybe, strip? He’d like to take some photos for his private collection.

The mellow lighting, a vague sense of adventure (there wasn’t any door in the tent as such, it was a flap that had a zip closure – could be opened from both inside and outside), and the alcohol had dimmed my insecurities. I stripped and lay on the bed. He stood over me, and started instructing me, gently, lovingly. Read more »