Category: gonewildstories

I’m going to be posting a few of my previous encounters to hopefully give people something fun to read. This will be #1.

First off I am not the greatest with monogamy and haven’t been the best human being but these sexual encounters hold some fond memories.

I worked for a shitty outlet store and hired a few friends that I’ve worked with before to make things a little better. I ended up hiring my cute assistant manager from one of my old jobs as we always flirted and talked a lot about sex when we were alone. We never made moves on each other because we were both married. Also this was a few years ago so we were younger than ages listed.

Now we will call her “Carrie” for the story sake. Carrie had just separated from her then husband and was becoming increasingly flirty. She would come in wearing short dresses and really loose tops. She had small tits and never wore a bra. She is short and skinny as hell so it worked for her. Carrie is about 5’1 and 100-110lbs. I on the other hand am not small. I am 6’3” and about 240 at the time. I would also joke with her that because I’m a bigger guy it didn’t translate where it counted. She would just laugh and say yeah sure. Read more »

I am a squirter. I drench the bed, I can cum over and over and over again in minutes. My husband loves when I soak his cock while it’s inside of me, when I’m on top of him, any time really. But between sex blankets and sheets, it can be a pain in the ass (and not the fun kind).

On the same token, if I’m not allowed to cum, it builds up so bad. Everything feels fuller, deeper and drives me wild. There was a time where I felt I was entitled to cum (how wrong I was), and if he came first, I expected to be finished off. Until I learned how incredibly intense edging is. And how much hotter it is when my husband gets to cum and I don’t.

We like to play games centred around it. And when these start, my whole day and night is focused on him (can last a whole week if he deprives me that long). I become obsessed with the thought of him taking me from behind, throat-fucking me or just unloading his cum all over my face. Even walking down the stairs is a heightened experience. I’ll be doing laundry, and think about how he could tie me up with whatever piece of clothing ends up in my hand. By the time he gets home, there’s not a damned thing he can ask for that I wouldn’t do in that state.  Read more »

When I was in college, my fraternity had a partnership with a nearby sorority wherein we’d send over one of our newer members to act as a “house boy.” This guy’s job would be to visit the sorority house a couple times a week and do menial chores, such as vacuuming and laundry. My sophomore year, that turned out to be me.

The sorority house had 8 residents or “housies.” They were split among 4 bedrooms on the second floor, which were connected by a common hallway that led to the bathroom. The first floor had the living room, chapter room, kitchen, etcetera, and the laundry room was in the basement. All these areas became my responsibility.

I tried to be mature and respectful, but things went about as you would expect the first few weeks. Despite the free labor, some of the housies resented the lack of privacy from having a guy around so much. Whenever I’d knock on a bedroom door, there’d be a delay as the occupant got herself “decent” before letting me in to gather laundry or throw away trash. I never saw a housie anything less than fully dressed, even when hanging out on a lazy weekend. Even after a shower, they would come out of the bathroom fully dressed. Read more »

I used a pestle to play with my asshole because I didn’t have a dildo. It burned at first because it was recently used to crush peppers so my ass was on fire. I poured a lot of extra virgin olive oil, cuz I’m virgin. I got used to it and came twice without taking it out. I also put another object in my pussy and humped my pillow with both holes stuffed. When I tried to pull it out, I couldn’t feel the tip. I guess the contractions of my orgasms pulled it in so far I almost lost it in my ass. I went to the toilet to try to push it out like shit and it came out with some shit stains on the end. I figured it would be too gross to continue using it for food so I hid it in my book bag for a while. My cousin who liked herbal stuff asked where the pestle went so I fished it out, washed it, and gave it to her.