Category: gonewildstories

Background: I’m 28 now – was 26 in the story, I’m skinny/brunette fairly reserved and innocent &shy if you met me. I didn’t really explore sexually at all until I was about 23 when I moved to a city and started drinking, partying and meeting new guys. I had a couple ONS and one long term fwb before I met my current fiancé who is wonderful. He is perfect in almost every way except I think our libidos are very different. He’s fine with one day a week where there are times where I’m wanting it twice a day. After a couple years of this being sort of an issue he brought up sharing me as a solution. It shocked me at first and I never considered cheating and dismissed it almost entirely until a night on a work trip.

For my job, I used to travel all over the world before covid. Usually it would be 1 or 2 weeks abroad every month. During these times I be alone in a hotel room and eating alone every night and would get insanely lonely. The glamor of work travel is completely overstated. Usually it’s tons of flying and then sitting in meeting after meeting all day and then tons of flying back home – you don’t get to see much outside of a hotel room or a conference room. Read more »

So I (F) was 19, discovering my sluttiness, and was still kind of getting used to putting myself out there.

I’d been flirting with the security guard at my job for months. He would always come talk to me when things were slow, he made me laugh a lot. I was also just discovering how much I enjoyed casual sex. After a few months I figure… Fuck it. He doesn’t want anything serious, neither do I.

So I tell him I’d like to be walked to my car after work, pretty standard. But when he gets there I ask if he’s free after his shift ends in a bit. He says yes, so I ask if he minds if I go to his place (we occasionally hung out there but I wasn’t usually on my own). He gives me his keys and I kiss his cheek, mostly to gauge how receptive he is.

He grins and says “you missed” and then kisses me hard, pushing me up against my car before turning and walking away. Read more »

This happened around 2014, after I moved to Barcelona. I had been living there for about 6 months, completely focused on my post-graduate studies, so I hadn’t had time to actually go out until one day, the whole class decided to go out to a club that was not full of ‘guiris’, that is, not full of tourists, according to our Catalan classmates. I became really good friends with an Ecuadorian girl; we used to talk about everything, study together and go out for walks around the beach or around town. Read more »

So quite a while back before I was married there used to be sites like cl and bp. I had a job where I traveled and was in a hotel 2 to 4 nights a week. I would travel with some fun dom gear and when id arrive in town id post a photo of my gear (spandex hood with only a mouth hole, metal plug, zip cuffs, and a crop) with the subject reading “Who wants to play?” On different sites. Most of the time id either get fakes, or flakes, or bots but sometimes id get real willing subs. We would DM and id find out what they desired (training, edging, forced, laptime etc).
Id invite then to my room with the instructions to pick the hood up upon arrival, go into the bathroom, disrobe, and come out in nothing but the hood on. I would lead them to the bed and instruct them to get on all 4’s on the bed. From there the plug was inserted, there hands bound, and then their limites would be pushed as far as they were able. Oh the lovely noises, tastes and smells that we would make. Once they were used, absused and raw I would lead them back to the bathroom, un-ziptie them and tell them to leave the hood and the plug on the counter and show themselves out. Today im married, domesticated and a regular joe schmo you wouldn’t think much of in passing. Every once again something will jolt me to take a walk down memory lane though. It leads to a very devilish grin on my unassumimg face.