Category: gonewildstories

Here’s another story I let my husband know about recently.

In college, I dated a guy on and off when it was convenient. I’d call it a little more than just friends with benefits, but it also was never really serious. Anyway, post college I landed a job in Charlotte at a huge hotel chain to do event management work…weddings, company parties, showers, etc. Sounded great but also scary to leave my friends and family behind.

Once I arrived and the excitement of the first few weeks wore off, it was lonely. So I fell into old habits and started talking to my college “friend” and it quickly turned to sexting, flirting and reminiscing about our fun times in college.

After a few weeks I was sending him pictures of me right before bed or getting ready for work. And he challenged me to do a more formal shoot. Read more »

It had been a couple of years since the last time I used a dating app. I  admit  it,  I was quite  nervous. Didn’t  know what to  wear,  what to do, if I should  just call it off and forget about everything. I kept thinking: “it’s going to be a  serial killer and I’m gonna disappear just because I  wanted to fuck..!!” But who am I kidding? All that  expectation was just making me hornier than I already  was.

So, I just kept checking my closet to see what I was going to wear that night until I finally decided for  a tight black cotton skirt with a black blouse and a  black leather  jacket… Was feeling monochromatic that day, I guess. Underneath it all, a black lace thong with a matching lace bra, as well as some black hold-ups. I know it’s such a cliché but I do love the way lace feels  against my  skin… I  finished fixing my hair, doing my  makeup, grabbed a book  (just in case I  had to wait  for him),  my headphones to listen to some music and  not freak out while I went to our meeting point and , I finally left the  house…  Late,  as  usual!  At  least Arco  de  Triunfo (Barcelona, Spain) was only 15min away, so not that bad. But I did hope to get there before he did:  I wanted to see him when he arrived. I mean,  what if he’s not who he says he is?  That’s always the question when you meet somebody online,  right? Or,  what if I  saw him and he’s completely different from his profile  pics? But there’s no going back at that point, so just had to breathe and get that over with. My  heart  was  pounding  like  crazy as I exited the station. My pussy  was all wet by then. She really loves when I’m that  nervous. She  knows  there’s a chance  of  pleasure  and she was already getting ready… Just in case. Read more »

I made sure I got there a bit later in the evening. New Orleans was hot, and this piano place could make you a sweaty mess if you were there too long.

That night I was wearing a wide strapped black cotton dress that crossed over in the front. It hung beautifully and looked super-hot with my black patent strappy heels. (Note to self: No more heels in New Orleans).

I was out with a longtime friend and just about to take a sip of my second Hurricane when he approached me and asked me to dance. “People dance here?” I thought.

I obliged him and we danced very closely as the first hurricane kicked in. His friend asked my friend to dance and then within 30 minutes there were 7 guys from a steamship conference at our table. Drinks flowed almost as fast as the laughs. I was lost in his eyes. He never stopped touching me. The rings on my left hand did not bother him and the ring on his left did not bother me. Read more »

It took me ages to get over this ex because our relationship seemed to fall prey to bad timing, but I loved him deeply. He is one of the best, most thoughtful lovers I’ve had and he loved me deeply too. However, Ive had to work to get over it and accept it as the finite experience that it was. Writing about this helps me to move forward with gratitude for the love and pleasure I’ve experienced. A bit about my ex, who I’ll dub ‘Eric’ for the story: He’s the smartest person I’ve ever met, quietly confident, motivated, emotionally attuned, and overall an
impressive person. Our personalities were so different. He was rational and serious and had the spirit of a wise old man and I was free spirited and wild. But we understood each other and generally worked well together. Eric could be quite reticent with words where sex was concerned. As in, he wasn’t the type to use standard dirty talk like “call me daddy” or “you’re such a naughty girl.” we didn’t need any words to communicate our desire for each other. Often a simple glance would send us diving into bed for hours of sweaty and disorienting sex. He always knew where and how to touch me. He wasn’t particularly kinky and neither was I and we simply loved turning on and pleasuring each other. One night as he’s fucking me from behind —our favorite position— hands gripping my waist tightly as he’s plunging deep inside me, he’s persistently hitting my gspot at an angle that makes me feel like I’m going to explode all over his bed. I get nervous and look over my shoulder and tell him I’m worried that I’m going to squirt all over his bed if he keeps going like this and his eyes widen and flash with intensity. Please squirt for me, he begs, please come all over me. I’d never squirted for anyone before and I feel his rock hard dick inside me begging for the same. Unable to deny him under such pressure, I squirt all over him and explode on his bed. He’s cries out in amazement and cums deep inside of me. Read more »

So this is part dos of my trilogy with the school principal. I appreciate all the positive feedback from the first story, that I felt compelled to tell the rest. As the last one, it’s kinda long but it’s a fun read. Thanks for the support you filthy animals.

So remember how the MFM took place a week before thanksgiving, well now the principle is on vacation for the week. Now that entire year, I was working like dog, long hours and usually 6 days a week, so I decided to a week off starting the day before thanksgiving. Now, me and here were messaging each other daily, just being horn dogs and planning another meet up, we decided we would meet the day after thanksgiving.

It’s thanksgiving day and we are Snapchatting and talking about the next day and fucking our brains out, she’s of course got the thanksgiving meal to prep but does sneak in some sexy pics. Move forward and I had my dinner and did some shopping, so I’m at home, relaxing and we are texting. She mentioned that she needed an alibi since she was coming more towards my area this time. We arrange that I’ll text her as a “friend” and talk about meeting up on Friday to go Black Friday shopping. A success? Read more »

A few days ago, I had an experience which I [31 M] can still barely believe, but which I’m dying to share.

I drove a few hours into the wilderness last weekend with a backpack and a few days of food, in search of myself. It’s been a rough year for me, going back and forth with a woman to whom I was once married. I’ve been searching my soul for the resolve to either break it off or re-commit.

I’m not a religious person, but, in the rainy solitude, deep in the forest, I broadcast a silent mental message to the universe: “my heart is pure. deliver to me a clear sign so that I can move on with my life, one way or another.” I set out with this intention on an 11-mile trek to some natural hot springs.

I had been completely alone for a few hours when I spotted a young woman up ahead. She was riding a mountain bike and wearing a small day pack. In a racing mood, I overtook her on the uphill journey. We exchanged friendly smiles, and I noticed she was quite attractive – flowing red hair framing a friendly face, with hourglass curves accentuated by tight yoga pants and the fact that she was riding a bicycle, a view from behind which admittedly motivated me for the chase. Read more »