Category: gonewildstories

This is a sequel I never thought I’d write because it’s dark as hell. I think I wrote part 1 over a year ago [it’s pinned to my profile].

*Time flies when you’re writing about fucking.*

I had a friend in college who I am 99% sure was a sociopath. Am I a psychologist qualified to make that diagnosis? Fuck no. Of course I could be wrong so take what I say with a grain of salt. However, I grew up with a diagnosed sociopath and can usually sense when something is off with the way someone processes emotion. They’re incredibly rare and deceptively friendly. The person in this story is one of two people I’ve encountered who I sincerely suspected of being sociopathic, and I don’t think many people around him noticed.

I don’t usually “name” people in my stories, but for fun let’s call this guy “Patrick Bateman.”

*Yes, I realize the distinction between a psychopath and sociopath, but I found it interesting how much this guy unironically loved the character.* Read more »

This is going to be a short one. But I found some messages between me and my old flatmate from when we were living together back in 2017 (feels like a million years ago now) about a guy she was seeing.
I’ll post a screenshot of the texts on my profile.
Looking at it now, I wish I’d told her right there and then that I was going to be listening outside her door. Tell her to be loud and give me a show. I definitely wanted to. But I was far too worried about what she’d say.
Anyway, head on over to my profile to see the messages.

Thanks for reading
Your Voyeuristic Gentleman

So I went to a new yoga place the other week for the first time. The changing rooms where gender neutral which was a bit odd at the start but I’ve been to swimming pools with a similar open plan layout so it wasn’t that crazy to me.

After the session (it was a hot yoga where they heat the room pretty hot) I went to the changing room again and wanted to take a shower. This is wear I was a little surprised. I was expecting that although the changing rooms were open plan they’d have shower cubicles, but they didn’t. They had a long corridor of showers, with about 6 showers on each side.

By the time I realised I was kind of already in the shower room. I kept my underwear on because I didn’t feel comfortable taking them off and took one of the showers.

The room pretty much filled up after the class with almost a 50/50 split of men and woman, and I swear I was the only one not fully naked 😂 Read more »

Welcome to part two, and I’m glad to see you enjoyed the first half of this story

So after I nod yes, imposter climbs back into the backseat, which gives me a better view of his outfit. He was wearing a green shirt, with black sweat-shorts, and black vans. He also had a hat on. I don’t know why, but I find it really attractive when guys wear vans and anything sweatpants related, so this was right up my alley. I get in the back with him, and we start making out again. My arms are wrapped around him, as his hands are moving towards my chest and up my shirt. Then his kisses trail from my lips to my neck, where he sucks just enough to live a hickey for me to find the following morning. What makes this even hotter is that we had talked about hickeys on the phone, and to him that means that your his. So at this point I’m melting. Then I start moving my hands downward, and he pulls his dick out for me. I start jerking him off while we keep kissing, and eventually tell him to sit back. I jerk him off for a few more seconds, before putting him in my mouth. He just stares at me while I’m going down on him, and then I remember how much I love giving the tip attention. Read more »

Hello. I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted a story, but me and that guy broke up and I haven’t had the heart to write more of our sex stories. So this story is not about him, but someone entirely different.

So it’s Wednesday night. My now ex (we’ll call him Zeke) and I are talking about our relationship and how much needs to change before I’m comfortable getting back together with him. Zeke had been treating me horribly for the past few months, and I eventually got fed up and ended it with him. However, he wanted to keep talking while he worked on himself to get me back. I wasn’t too happy about still talking, but wanted to make him happy and give him a chance. Since we’d broken up I downloaded Tinder. He knew this and would constantly tell me his fear of me finding someone else, having my first creampie with someone else, and overall just not wanting to be with him again. I reassured him constantly it wouldn’t happen, because I genuinely didn’t think it would and wasn’t expecting it to. So as I said before, it’s Wednesday and we’re texting. He wants to call me, but I say no since I have laundry to do and he had to go soon anyway. So we said our good nights, and he went to sleep. I checked Tinder since I had just received a notification about a new match, and decided to see who it was. This guy also happened to be named Zeke, but for the sake of the story I’m calling him Imposter. That’s what my friends and I refer to him as so we don’t get confused. Read more »

We went out for a nice little date, but I wanted her to be on display a bit so no bra and no underwear for her. Though the no underwear didn’t matter as much since she ended up wearing jeans anyway. It was still hot to know she wasn’t wearing any though.

Anyway the date was nice, but I was getting horny as fuck constantly seeing her tits bounce and her nipples poking through her top. We had gone for a walk after dinner and I just couldn’t take it anymore.

I dragged her into an alley, pulled her tits out, pinned her to the wall, and yanked her jeans down. She was already so fucking wet my cock slipped into her no problem. I took her from behind and fucked her hard, she was moaning and begging for more as I used her.

That’s when I noticed we had an audience. Some guy was standing at the end of the alley having a smoke and watching us. I turned her head to face him so she could see, and I swear she started to cum as soon as she saw him watching. I pulled her away from the wall by her hair so he could get a good look at her tits while I fucked her. Read more »

It was Saturday morning. I was groggy from sleep but was feeling something below the waist a warm sensation around the head of my cock. Looking down I see your beautiful blue eyes looking up at me. My cock filling your mouth, you practically had it on your throat. I let out a loud moan as I am nearly fully awake now. You pull my cock out of your mouth long enough to whisper “good morning” before swirling your tongue over the swollen purple head. Making sure to graze the sensitive spot just under the bottom of the head. Your delicate fingers with nails painted stroking me from base to tip. Resting my cock against your check while making long eye contact with me.

You know thats a weakness of mine. Your eyes are fucking gorgeous. I slide my fingers through your hair, attempting to position your mouth over my cock again. You keep your head where it is, while stroking my full length. I’m completely helpless as I cannot reach your body and you’re teasing me. You reach your other hand up between my legs and hold my balls as you stroke me. This gets a more intense reaction from me. That’s my kryptonite, if you keep that up I will cum before the teasing is over. You know this about me and speed up your stroke as you massage my balls. This causes them to pull tight to my body, I close my eyes and accept that you’re going to make me cum. I want to be inside you so bad. Read more »