Nearly got caught paying for a taxi [M] ride with my body [30s F]

This isn’t the first time and I hope it won’t be the last. It is the most recent time though.

Quick piece of background – I first met this guy going to a Halloween party. No surprises, I’m dressed slutty (Jessica Rabbit ?) and after chatting back and forward I wound up starting the night (there’s another story in that) giving this guy a blowjob in lieu of paying for my ride.

He’s average all over other than he’s packing the sort of cock that dreams are made of: he’s blessed with a trouser snake that’s long, thick and shoots a lot of cum. That first night I sucked him off in a hotel car park, my first stop was the ladies to fix my makeup.

Fast forward to this morning, I’m heading home from a booty call (mostly quite unremarkable stuff – visit men, have sex with men, leave). I message him to see if he’s free and working, he is so he comes to pick me up. Like I said we have established an..alternative “payment plan” for my fares.

Getting Hot By The Ca[M]p[F]ire

A couple of weekends ago I headed deep into the mountains with a group of friends to camp in the wild.

The first morning I heard a rustling sound off in the distance, a familiar labored breathing. I looked over and saw rhythmic movements and the stretching of hips.

A hot 20-something hippie was doing yoga – alone with nature. She’s one of the few in the group that I didn’t really know … yet.

That afternoon several of us went off on side-by-sides to play in the mud. One of them got stuck so all the dudes used their muscles to work it out.

That means I was pretty damn dirty (and things were about to get dirtier). Back at camp, I stripped down and cleaned off under a shower bag. The river was too cold and let’s be real, nobody wants shrinkage around their friends.

As I was finishing up, I looked up and realized the hippie was casually looking my way, which earned her a wink and a shake of my dink.

[MF] Forbidden Love – Chapter 3. The Infatuation

Love. A simple and small word, but it carries such a strong meaning. Is it possible to love two people? Or better. Could I love two people? Questions and more questions.

Three months have passed since our first “incident.” My passion for him was stronger than ever, and we used every opportunity we had to be together. I had gone back on birth control because I honestly hate condoms. My husband had a vasectomy after the birth of our children, so I never had to worry, but now with the affair, pregnancy was a real risk. After three months of sex with condoms, feeling him inside like the first time was a dream.

Our encounters had slowed down, so no one gets suspicions. Our partners trusted us, and we didn’t want to change that. The meetings were very casual, sometimes alone and sometimes with friends. Controlling my desire to jump on him, tear off his clothes, and make love in front of everyone. It was the first time that I felt this impulsive desire, almost primitive. All my life, my body only responded to certain contexts, but not now. Just by looking at him, my mind created the most erotic scenes. For the first time in my life, I was spontaneous.

[MF] The Saga of Sally (Part 10) – What Happened When Camping – FINALE

(Welcome to the Saga of Sally! This is the story of my relationship with a girl called Sally. This is **Part 10** and the final part! I recommend you start from the [start](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nt5ffn/mf_the_saga_of_sally_part_1_cumstained_jeans/) – each piece will link you to next part at the end. However if you don’t want to start from part 1 (you’re missing out!) this should make sense to a new reader.

A brief reminder what Sally looks like (there’s a reference photo in the first part): she’s a pocket rocket, thick, redhead woman, with an hourglass figure and the thickest ass this side of the Equator according to the Guinness Book of Records inside my head.)

This is the final part of the original saga.

After Christmas Sally and I gave up on all pretense of moving slowly. I could barely drag myself onto the plane and back to my home at the end of my trip. A couple of weeks later I had quit my job, packed up my things and was flying to New York to cram my life into Sally’s one bedroom apartment. It wasn’t the most mature choice – but we had spent 5 years apart and we felt like we deserved this. I was lucky enough to pick up a job in New York easily due to my credentials despite the world collapsing around us – remember this was now the Great Recession we were in. But we made it work. We were living together again. We were happy. Everything was great.

I [F] sucked two guys [MM] at a party while my boyfriend [M] was downstairs

Seems like everyone loved my last post, so here’s another fun party story from a couple of years ago. I’d gone to a house party with my then-boyfriend (different boyfriend from my last post in this sub), and neither of us knew that many people there, but he’d run into a few old friends and basically ignored me to go sit outside and get high with them. After the one girl I’d found to hang out with for most of the night went home I wandered upstairs to see if I could find anyone I knew, but had no luck. I walked past the bathroom though and two guys were sat in there, one sat in the bathtub and the other perched on the edge. They were sharing a bottle of vodka and asked me to come join them, so I sat on the toilet and joined in drinking.

Unexpected rough sex after agreeing to let my boyfriend’s dealer go down on me. [FM]

If you want to skip to the sex find this?️ in the body of the story.

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My life really started to change at the end of my senior year of high school. A guy I had a crush on for years was finally giving me attention and we started dating. Well sorta, “dating”, I thought we were dating anyway, it was mostly just hanging out and hooking up. Of course, I was young and an idiot and believed he was my boyfriend, I justified it to myself as him just being above labels, god what a moron I was.

He was a year older than me so at the time he had his own apartment close by where he was attending a community college. I still lived at home with my parents so someone having their own place was awesome. I had always been a bit quiet, but he was a very social guy. He liked to drink, smoke and even do other harder drugs, but I didn’t care about him using so as long as he liked me… That need for attention.

My (18f) first time with an older guy (23m) after work. [FM]

This took place last spring my senior year of highschool when I was 18. I was working as a hostess, I really needed more money for school, but I was also hoping I could step out of my shell a bit more…that’s when Covid hit. It wasn’t long until quarantines started and the restaurant stopped allowing customers inside. The owner turned the restaurant into to-go orders only but thank God, he was a good guy and cared about his employees. From the very start he was adamant that he wouldn’t fire anyone and that we were all essential to him. The only major change for me was that we closed a few hours earlier and I was now running food out to cars as well as helping with the phone orders instead of seating the restaurant. Unfortunately, the new schedule was tricky for me, I relied on my Dad to take me to work before his evening shifts and my mom to pick me up when she got off work. Mom is a nurse and wasn’t able to get off any earlier to accommodate my new schedule so I started having to wait a few hours for her to pick me up. There was a Starbucks close by that I would walk to and wait for her, it was inconvenient and more than a little lonely, but not the worst thing to have to do.

I [M] made two of my friends [FF] squirt for the first time and now I can’t get enough of it! [Part 2]

Okay so I already posted what happened the first time I made a fwb squirt, and a couple people wanted the story about the second friend sooooo here it is. This one’s a long one, but worth it.

It happened about a week or two after the first story. I hadn’t seen my other friend in a while so she invited me over to her place for dinner and hanging out. We spent most of the night after work watching movies in her bed, and after a while I ended up distracting her by idly playing with her breasts for a while. She’s not a very patient woman, so it didn’t take long for her to stop the movie and decide to focus on making out with me.

Now, one thing about this girl: her body is EXTREMELY sensitive and reactive to touch. Sometimes I’ll just glide my fingertips over her nipples or caress and grip her thighs and in less than a full minute she’ll be squirming, panting, and whimpering at everything I do. I love it, it’s so fucking hot lol. This time was no different.

My [F] mom’s boyfriend used to regularly hookup with me

I grew up with a single mom. She was a great parent and a very hardworking person. She did have a habit of dating a lot and going through many guys. Some of these guys would spend the night. There was one who ended up being a semi-long term thing. We ended up having a regular occurrence where after my mom had fallen asleep, he would sneak out and into my room and play with me. It was usually right after they finished, so I could taste my mom on his cock.

My mom never knew about it, and no one in my real life ever knew about it. So, now you all strangers know :)

[FM] A double load and cum cookies

I keep getting asked what’s the sluttiest thing I’ve done, so this ones dedicated to all you that asked.

2 years ago I invited my then bf over while my parents were gone for the weekend. I was going to my friends house later that evening but I didn’t wanna be bored during the day. He came over and almost couldn’t hold back now that we had a whole house to ourselves. I had told him to build up a big load earlier in the week because I had an idea.

I wanted to bake something to bring over to my friends house on account everyone loves my baking skills. I decided on cookies so me and my bf got to making them. Getting everything into the mixing bowl that’s when I went into my plan.

I started coming onto my bf and he was more than glad I had changed my mind from pushing him away earlier. We started making out in my kitchen before he slid his hands under my shirt behind my back undoing my bra. He slid my shirt up interrupting our kissing and throwing it on the counter. Then he pulled my bra off. He backed me up and pinned me against the counter and started making out again. This wasn’t part of the plan but he took his hand, put it in the mixing bowl, scooped some dough out and spread some on my nipples.