Category: gonewildstories

awhile back my friend had gotten me a vibrator and lets just say i went a bit overboard the first time i got it.

usually when masturbating i have two different positions. the first one is the regular on ur back legs propped up and open. the first time i used it was at night so my parents wouldn’t hear and WOOOW! the moment i felt it buzz onto my clit i was shocked because it was super powerful. i used the vibratory around 5-6 times which caused me to overstimulate myself. everytime i used it i came around 4-5 times. this led to me shaking like crazy throughout the day. i even came just from rubbing because of how stimulated i was.

my most favorite position to masturbate is doggy style. left hand propped up to hold me and my right hand holding the vibrator under me. this gave me direct contact with my clit. this position also allowed for my cum to drip down onto my clit and make me super wet. i’ve even squirted in this position!

So it was a little while a go but I was just thinking of it, I was staying with a friend at their house and they had a hammock. It was quite away from the house so it had privacy. But people could easily walk by.

Anyway. One day I wandered over to the hammock to read and I started getting a little turned on. That tingly feeling. Next thing you know I’m looking between the trees to make sure no ones coming and I started to rub myself through me shorts. Before I know it my hand is in my unbuttoned shorts rubbing my clit, making its way to my wet pussy where I slipped a finger in and started pumping. With my other hand snaking its way in my shirt squeezing my tits.

It felt amazing being out in the open, just rocking away. I even started moaning, not worrying if anyone would hear me. But still relying of the notion I would hear them through the grass and trees first. Read more »

I don’t really have a long winded story but I’m currently camping with family which means I have no privacy. I was in the ‘dining hall’ watching the day pass through floor to ceiling windows and I got thinking. Made myself so horny that I had to start touching my pussy to relieve the throbbing.

Cut to 5 minutes later where I realise I’ve gone too far and absolutely need to cum. Directly across the hall is a laundry room with pretty big windows but not quite floor to ceiling.

I stroll in (with no laundry ?) and proceed to get myself off on top of one of the machines.

Once I’ve finished, (which by the way was one of the best orgasms I’ve had in a while), I walk back into the hall with shaky legs and narrowly miss a woman with a big load of washing.

Definitely will be “doing laundry” a couple more times before I leave. Maybe I’ll be caught by someone equally as horny (I can dream).

When I was 21, I started dating one of my closest friends. As a friend, he was the sweetest most caring guy ever. The typical shy and nerdy type of guy with just the right about of confidence. But as a boyfriend, nothing great. He was hardly ever interested in me and my life once he got me tbh.

However, the sex was insane (maybe thats why I stuck around). It would always start off soft and and gentle. He would kiss my neck and give ample attention to my tits and nipples, while spooning and fucking me. But we would never finish like this. We’d just cuddle and sleep.

This is because, without fail, every night, I would wake up to him spitting on or smacking my pussy and entering me with all his might. Sometimes I’d wake up with him flipping me over, lightly spanking or grabbing my ass. It was so hot because I’d be groggy, trying to figure out what happening but my pussy would be feeling so good. To make things event hotter, once I’d be up he’d talk dirty to me. He would tell me what a slut I was for being wet from all the manhandling and how this is how I really liked it. And I did, I loved the animal in him that was hidden behind his goody-two-shoes act. Read more »

J was my fucking kryptonite.

I don’t know what it was about him that made me so weak – He wasn’t anything to write home about in looks or personality. He was known as a bit of a serial fuckboy really, and yet for going on 2 years all it’s taken is a nod, a smile, a light touch on the small of my back, and next thing you know we’d be tearing into each other in the nearest bathroom stall, dark alley… anywhere we could find. I don’t think we’ve ever made it back to his.

The last time I saw J was at a club night. One of my mates had gotten Mandy so I wasn’t expecting anything but a good time with the gang. Timing was always J’s worst suit, as he showed up with all his mates in tow right after I’d come up, and I tried my best to avoid him. No luck though, as he quickly spotted me by the bar where I was resisting the urge to throw up, and slid right up beside me. Read more »