Hello everyone
We got married in year 2014 and we dated for 2 years before that. We have very normal life like most of the married couples, we rarely have any arguments or discussion about things. We have decent sex life. We both have different profession and mostly busy with work and have different work timings due to our nature of work.
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My (30) moaning older neighbor (42) and the power of sound [MF]
So, this is my first post in this sub and I hope you appreciate it. I’m Swedish so don’t jump me if the English isn’t perfect. This is a true story from this year.
Just for backstory, I’m Vincent, your average30 year old, 5’10 normal built body with a rather thick 8 inch dick. Earlier this year I moved into a new apartment building in a more upper-class part of the city without it being showboaty in any way. It’s a friendly building, everyone helps eachother in a neighborly fashion, greet eachother in the lobby and elevator. Mainly young couples and families, and me – a 30 year old living alone.
Anyway, needless to say I’m a rather active sexual person who is single and not uncommon to have multiple partners in my bed on a weekly basis. The neighbors have hinted on the volume and moans coming from my bedroom at more than one occasion. The walls are not thin, but it’s an apartment building so noise make its way through them.
[f] first time at a nude beach, so many pervs
Recently I went to a nude beach for the first time after wanting to for years. I’ve never been naked in public or anything like that, so this was pretty big for me.
I went to haulover beach and when I got there I was shocked at how packed it was… I was hoping to find a kinda private spot but yeah, that didn’t happen.
I found an open spot to sit at but it was in the middle of other people, I figured it’s the best I can get. I was having second thoughts at this point but I tried to tell myself they’re just nudists and it’s normal.. so I got up and took my bikini off and laid down to tan.
I was so nervous and just felt so awkward.. I noticed people sitting right behind me taking a really good look and I couldn’t help but just feel dirty, like I’ve never been naked in front of that many people before.
I tried to not mind when people look because my friend was telling me everyone at haulover is a nudist and they don’t get turned on by it.. but the guys behind me were really getting on my nerves. I literally heard them talking about my butthole and I was feeling too exposed.
[M] [F] High School Holiday Party
This happened during senior year of high school, we were both 18.
I had been friends with E since elementary school, but only school friends. I was interested in her but very unconfident and she had a few boyfriends in high school. During senior year she was single and I obviously was too. She invited me and my friend (M) to a holiday party she always did with her friend group. I’d never been to a party before since it’s not really my scene, but she said it’d be calm and my friend really wanted to (he was interested in one of E’s friends).
We got to the party around 8 and luckily there was only like 10 people. A small gathering, which made me a little less nervous and awkward. I mostly stuck with my friend until it turned about 11 pm. The girls were having a sleepover and the boys were supposed to be gone by 12-1, per her parents rules.
[FM] Secret Sex On Concourse E
My husband and I were going on a week trip, just the two of us, which obviously meant lots of raunchy, loud, sweaty sex sessions. It was our first time being away from the kids in years.
We had a connector flight in Atlanta, with a two hour layover at 9 pm. Husband is high level on a certain airline (he travels alot for work), and took us to the airline’s lounge. The lounge was beautiful, but something I thought odd was that it had a shower.
I asked hubby about the shower. He said he hadn’t ever taken one. We grabbed some food and relaxed, but it was a long wait and I got bored. Eventually, I explored the facilities including the shower room. There was literally noone in the lounge but staff. It was a room with a lock and I got an idea. I texted hubby to come join me. He knocked on the door and I let him in, and locked the door behind him.
I turned the shower on, took off my clothes, bent over the sink and told Hubby to fuck me. He did.
How I Paid for my Masters Program with Amateur Porn [FM]
Hello GWS! I know it’s been a hot minute since I posted here. Life has been a little crazy and due to COVID a TON of things changed. Since my life is returning back to normal I decided to post here and continue with my life story. (I swear I should write an adult autobiography haha).
In case you haven’t read my previous posts (btw, sorry to leave the last one on a cliff hanger!, I may get back to it if you all want!), I ALWAYS touch myself while I write these haha. So if I make a grammatical/spelling mistake, I greatly apologize. Also, while the stories are true, I try to write them in a way that makes sense, so while the story may seem like it happened all in one day, it has happened over the course of a few weeks and I edited it down for clarity. Got it?
So, to set the scene a little, I finished my undergrad when I was 19-20 and started to work/intern at various tech start ups. I decided early on that I wanted to continue my education and get my MBA. This cost a ton of money I didn’t have, so I moved into an apartment and ate a ton of ramen to save money while interning and working on my thesis.
My Sex Only Arrangement [MF]
Part 7. The link to part 6 is below.
Trying to be quiet while getting fucked in my parents house [FM] from gonewildstories
Needless to say we didn’t get caught. He left the next day and resumed texting and calling me. We continued our sex only arrangement.
Jace would drive down to see me and fuck me at lunch on an abandoned road in his car. Or he would sneak into my parents home at night and fuck me while covering my moans with his hands.
He became rougher and more possessive with me. He started choking me, pulling my hair, slapping my clit every time we had sex. I still had to refer to him as Daddy. He kept tabs on me at all times and started dictating what I wore.
I’ve always been on the casual side. I don’t like heels. If I wore a skirt, it was usually a denim one accompanied by a t-shirt and chucks or my combat boots.
He gave me cash and instructed me to buy skirts & dresses.He wanted easier access for our meet-ups. I obliged, but drew the line when heels were requested. He could kiss my ass in that.
High School sweethearts reconnect Part 1 [M] [MF]
Part 1 from Heathers’ perspective [here](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k1to53/high_school_sweethearts_reconnect_part_1_f_mf/)
It had been 8 years since we last saw each other. We both moved away after high school, and that first year was rough. Though we agreed to no long distance relationship, we were still talking too much to truly get over each other. We spent a portion of the next summer together, but decided to go no contact after that. I’ll call her Heather.
It started one night a few years ago, a random Wednesday. I see that I have a text from someone not in my contact list. Immediately, I recognize the number. Heather. My heart lifted, in a euphoric way at first, but then it kept rising, pushing up against my throat, making it hard to breathe. I waited several minutes before opening the message, hoping I would calm down a bit. I didn’t. I had considered reaching out to Heather several times over our near decade apart. Sometimes I would get as far as writing a draft, editing it, and deleting it. Mostly, it was just for comfort after a break up. Could that be what I would find behind those ten digits? Heather was married last I heard, but that was years ago, and through the grapevine. I was in a serious relationship myself, and I felt a pang of guilt at the magnitude of emotion that one unopened message could stir up. I took a seat on my couch and opened the message.
That time I [24F] was seduced by a rich investment bank VP [35M] in a bar [MF]
To understand this hook-up it’s important you hear about what came before. It was, as some would say, a “learning experience.” One of those things you *have* to go through—unless you get trapped in it, and never go through it but *stay in it*. Luckily, that didn’t happen.
I was in a relationship for two years after college with a guy who liked me—but only if I was in a certain position, and conforming to his idea of how I should behave. Example: He scolded me when my backpack was placed in the wrong compartment of his apartment and listened to make sure I wasn’t too loud in the kitchen/shower.
He was handsome, charming, successful, and fit every box: I thought if I could only make him happy, I’d never lose him. The urgency was compounded by what became a refrain in our relationship: Him telling me, “No one will ever love you like I do.” Like I was tragically flawed, and he could deal with me.
If your haunches are raising, then good—you’re more attuned to some of the controlling elements of this relationship than I was. For a while I just thought I was lucky to have him. I was 24 when I was strong enough to realize I was worthy of a different, more generous love, and I’d be better off on my own.
Fun for four, I had my first foursome when my roommate brought a couple friends to our apartment [Group] [MFMF]
Hello everyone! My first post here, finally gathered the time and courage to share this here. Some notes before beginning: 1) I changed names because of privacy reasons. 2) Everyone in this story is between 21 and 24 years old at the time this happened.
When I started university I moved to another city. I found a nice apartment near university, however I needed to find a roommate because it was too big and expensive for me to afford it. I heard that the older brother of a long time friend was looking for a place while he did his Master. We contacted and he moved in. His name was Charles. He was a STEM student. He was a bit nerdy like me but he liked to party more than I did. When he arrived we talked about bringing friends or girls to the house. He told that me he usually doesn’t brings girls to sleep with him so that wasn’t going to be a problem. That wasn’t entirely true. And this story explains one of the many times he showed me the opposite.