Category: gonewildstories

Fair warning: there is no sex in this post. That said, this recounts an evening that was far sexier than some which involved hours of meaningless sex at which I don’t look back with as much fondness.

In college, my roommate Brad was a member of a coed student organization focused on volunteerism. Brad had transferred to my school from another larger school in state and had been a member of that school’s chapter. At his prior school, it was a fairly large and serious group; at our school, it was a small, ragtag group of quirky personalities. And, while coed, our school’s chapter was predominantly young, attractive women.

Soon after joining, Brad served a semester as president, and his term was fairly successful, growing the group from ten to nearly thirty members. He was unable to attract more male students, however, so the organization became even more predominantly female. It was a somewhat stressful position, so I helped him out with a lot of the operational things, such as driving people around and hosting gatherings at our apartment. Occasionally, the group traveled to conferences and volunteer events, and I, being a grad student, would manage some of the logistics, booking hotel rooms for students without credit cards and driving those in the organization who didn’t have cars on campus. Read more »

Hello there…long time reader, first time writer. I’m a well-traveled guy in my early thirties, and have debated which sexual adventure to kick-off my writings. I’m keeping identities and specific locations vague, but all details are true and this is a hookup that I’ve always reminisced fondly upon.

***INTRO***(skip below if you just want the sex)

I was working out of a U.S. Embassy in Africa during an ongoing migrant crisis, and it brought in a variety of foreign news reporters and aid workers. As a single guy this was a windfall, because if you weren’t willing to pay for sex you weren’t going to have much luck with locals (and I was not interested in playing sex tourist). This was the sort of environment where everyone worked-hard-played-hard, and if you’ve ever worked for the government or military overseas you might know the culture.

There was a bar at a 5-star hotel (by Africa standards) that everyone tended to congregate for social events and drinking, and while it was dressed up nicely this was really the Star Wars bar – you know the scene on Tatooine, where Han shoots Greedo? Sure you do. Read more »