Category: gonewildstories

Few weeks ago, I got some free time at work, so I called my FWB, David, and asked if he was free. What a coinsidence he just finished a meeting and didn’t have more schedule that day. We quickly planned to fuck at his place. He went to pick me up, as soon as he arrived right in front of my office’s loby, I jumped on him and we made out for a while. The loby was pretty empty since just a few came to work in this pandemic, but I was so sure I saw one of my coworker lurking around and watched us making out ?

After that we went to his apartment not too far from my office. He parked his car down in the basement parking area. There were some cars parked but not full, probably it was around 60% full. And usually there was at least 1 security guard standing by on each floor, but that day we didn’t see any guards around. Read more »

Anyway. Two years ago I was due for a promotion at my job. Should have gotten it six months prior but there were �budget issues� so I was concerned that when evaluations came around again I would be passed over. My suspicions were correct. My manager hinted that I probably wouldn�t receive the promotion.

Anyway we had a holiday party coming up at my bosses house. I didn�t want to go bc I hate those things. So I went and everyone was friendly the party was fun but I noticed my bosses boss eyes on my ass. It was obvious he liked what he saw so I flirted with him a little and he was super receptive. I decided to be bold and ask him could we speak alone and he told me he doesn�t normally talk business outside of work hours but he is making an exception. Read more »

Have you ever had one of those friendships where the mutual attraction is off the charts, but for various reasons you try to just be friends? That’s how it is with my best friend, and he has no idea that I regularly masturbate to memories of him. The unfulfilled desire between us drives me wild.

None of my naughtiest, most passionate experiences with other partners can turn me on half as much as thinking about this memory of the time my friend *almost* fucked me:

The summer night had been warm as we slept side by side in his bed. We both started to wake slowly just as dawn was breaking.

I began lightly running my hand over his naked chest and stomach, luxuriating in the sensation. Glancing down, I could see his thick morning erection bulging in the blue boxer briefs he wore. I kept my touch soft and innocent but the unspoken tension between us was building, crumbling his resistance with each passing moment.

Impulsively he grabbed my hand and roughly placed it on his cock. I gasped and let out a little moan, gently exploring and squeezing his hardness through the tight fabric. Read more »

About a decade ago, I was out to eat with a few friends at an asian restaurant while on a road trip when the waitress walked up to our table. I was instantly taken aback. She wasn’t just pretty. She was hot. She was curvy, thick, great chest. Later I saw she had a terrific ass.

She did her usual introduction and took our drink orders. I was in one of those don’t-give-a-fuck moods because I was in a different city and knew I would never talk to her again. Or so I thought.

I started flirting and shooting my game. It was kind of working at first. Then she kept dropping by our table more and more, so we kept talking more and more. It turns out we randomly had some mutual friends in common from a city she used to live in years ago and then she said she was going to be running in a race the next day that one of my friends from that city was going to be running in also.

“Come by the race and cheer me one,” I remember her saying. Read more »

If you’re a fucking pervert, skip to *******

Living in the city is great for lots of reasons. Creative people, diversity and with that comes good food, generally less judgement- but there’s always a friend, or a friend of a friend, that needs a place to crash THAT NIGHT. Usually you ignore the instagram or snapchat story, but one night my friend texted me:

“Hey man, could Steph crash on your couch?”

“Who?”

“From the house party last year, remember? here’s her ig:”

I checked her profile and remembered how nice she’d been, as well as the fact that she had a boyfriend, but had nothing better to do than a favor and acquiesced. She was only a few blocks away.

“Hey Stephanie come on in.”

“Thanks!”

“You look like hell-” then my brain caught up with my mouth to say, “I mean, you’re good looking, but if you want a shower you can take one.”

We made our way into my little apartment and quickly decided, since it was the pandemic and we were bored, that after her shower we’d do some drinking. In no time at all her 5’2ish frame was confessing everything from things she’d stolen as a kid to sexual misadventures, and even though I was developing neck pain talking to her I was soused myself. Read more »

Him- Do you trust me?

Me- Yes

Him- Be there at 6. Go to the door on the left and up the stairs. Wait for me there.

Within minutes of arriving, I�m on my knees, cock in my mouth. �Look at me�, he says. I lock eyes with him as he pushes deeper into my throat, choking me, limiting my air. We hit a rhythm. He fucks my throat and I close my eyes. He pushes deep and demands eye contact. I hear footsteps on the stairs and I try to turn toward the sound, but it earns me a slap on the cheek. �Did I tell you to stop? Look at me�. The footsteps are closer but I don�t dare check again.

He pushes me back and I whimper. I need his cock in my mouth. I crave it. �Now him�. I knew someone was there when I arrived. I said hello on my way in. I heard him on the stairs, I knew he was watching. The friend. The one he has been talking about sharing me with. I quickly and eagerly put the friend�s soft cock in my mouth and in moments I am licking and sucking a second hard cock. Read more »

When I was a junior in college, I had a really cute professor. He was
young, under thirty, with ashy blonde hair that he kept swept back
like some southern frat boy. He was tallish, at least six feet, and
had a good build, but not in a bodybuilder sort of way. He’d wear
glasses to class, but I always got the impression he did that just to
look older and to be taken seriously as an academic. In truth, he
looked more like a lacrosse player than a history professor.

This all happened at a really small liberal arts college in my
hometown. My brother, who’s eight years older than I am, graduated
from the same school for underground, and it turned out this
professor, we’ll call him Clay, was an alum and knew my brother. I
have a very uncommon last name, so the first week of class, he asked
if we were related, and it turns out they were in the same dorm
freshman year and were friends through undergrad. Read more »