I [M] am in an arranged marriage, and remember the teacher I loved [F] – Dubai-based – Part 1

*(Quick disclaimer: This is based on my true life story, but I’ve changed a few details for obvious reasons. Also, English isn’t my first language, but I tried to be as narrative as possible. This is my first time writing anything in a narrative form, so I hope you can give me some feedback not only on my writing style, but in general too. I’d appreciate it. Enjoy!)*

Arrange marriages suck, and that’s the bottom line. You may need to have conservative sentiments to accept it, or leniency to tolerate it, but in the end, it just sucks. There’s no organic chemistry, maybe first laying eyes on one another across the desks at school. A shy smile, a smile back, a glimmer in her eyes, a wink from his. A mutual attraction in a sea of other lesser options. That’s the real test of love: being able to single out the one you know you can talk to and be with, and potentially build a life together.

I [TF] had a socially distant threesome with my ex [M] and his fwb [NB] in a graveyard.

*Disclaimer: I am trans. Kind of tired of reading the same vitriol over and over, so if you wanna hate on me at least be creative.*

Pics on my profile if you want to see what I look like.

Gabe and I dated in the summer of 2019. It started during a warm, streetlight night up at my mom’s house on the hill outside of town. We sat in the middle of the street, only moving to get out of the way when the occasional car drove by. It was on this night that I told him I had had a crush on him through high school, before I was even out. He seemed a little surprised but wasn’t put off at all. We just kept talking and reminisced until he left.

The next night he came over and we drank beer with another friend. She ended up leaving, and with us being tipsy we ended up making out. We decided to stop, and meet up again when we were both sober to see if we really wanted to hook up. The next night I sucked him off on my couch, and it was clear we both wanted it. We eventually started dating, hooked up throughout the summer, culminating in him taking my anal virginity, and then broke up at the end. I was moving away and didn’t want to do long distance.

Off-Switch – [FM] – BDSM, Orgasm Control

A lot of people know that I have an “off-switch.” When I get smoke weed I go mute and can’t speak. I can type or text, but I can’t say a word. I wouldn’t be that much fun at a party if I can’t talk to anyone.

But I do have fun with my “off-switch.” A few weeks into meeting me Sir learned how powerful my “off-switch” is. When I’m high I can’t make *any* sounds. I’m usually a mewling, needy little slut that gradually goes from panting, aching moans with every thrust to a loud, ecstatic orgasm. But when I get high that all goes away. There are no more yelps, giggles, moans, or words anymore.

It’s all breath and gasps as they tease my aching clit. There’s no muttering fuck under my breath. It’s all pleading looks as they slide their cock into my dripping pussy. There’s no whispering of thanks. It’s all eyes rolling back as the thrusts go deeper and deeper. There’s no sound.  

[MF] I [M29] unknowingly hooked up with a Russian escort [F20]

The Russian escort, let’s call her Alisa. Description of Alisa: 5 ft 9 or 180 cm tall, white tanned blonde with a fit surfer body and E cups.

I met Alisa for the first time when I was grabbing some Starbucks in the lobby of my client’s office building. Alisa was struggling to order since she doesn’t speak the foreign language of the country we are in and her English was average. I was lined up behind her and offered to help (baffles me why some people’s coffee preference is like a complex chemistry mix.) She thanked me while we wait for our orders. We small-talked for a little bit and she told me she’s new to the city and came here as an international exchange student.

Alisa is stunning, definitely a 9 out of 10. Her height and her beauty make her stand out in the crowd. I am decent looking but standing at 5 ft 6 or 170 cm tall so naturally, I didn’t think I had a shot. Our communication was challenging since her English is basic and I don’t speak Russian. Surprisingly, she asked if I wanted to grab dinner with her since she doesn’t know anybody in the city.

That time I [28F] ran into and ended up fucking my mom’s best friend [52F] at a swingers club 100+ miles from our home town. Part 2, The Next Encounter! [FF]

If you haven’t read the first encounter where I met Mrs. Peterson, my mothers life-long best friend, and a second mother to me, at a swingers club where we ended up hooking up, then you have to stop reading now and [check it out to get the proper context for this post.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g68taz/that_time_i_28f_ran_into_and_ended_up_fucking_my/)

The second encounter with Mrs. Peterson happened about a week and a half later. It was late on a Thursday night, and I got a Facebook message from her. She was straight to the point and asked if Alex was still out of town. I replied that he was and would be for several more days. A few minutes later my phone buzzed with her reply, and when I opened the message, I completely lost my ability to think. There on my screen, right in front of my face, was a fairly well-framed selfie of Mrs. Peterson wearing a black leather harness that framed her tits with the lines of the straps causing you to focus your gaze on her crotch. There in the center was a bright silver ring that framed her pussy lips perfectly. Making things even hotter was the shiny black thigh-high, lace-up boots that made her already long legs even sexier.

How I [30F] Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Sucking Dick [MF] [long post]

First time poster here! I’ve been reflecting a lot on my Reddit-facilitated experiences lately and wanted to share a few stories about one Redditor in particular who became a good friend. Connections are rare and fleeting, I hope I do justice to all the good that’s come from knowing him.

I’ve had my fair share of Reddit meetups over two years (and many, many throwaway accounts), and most of them were one-off meetings when I started exploring my sexuality for the first time at 28. On these meetups, physical attraction bubbled over into one night of intimacy with the veneer of vulnerability. I never expected to make a real friend in all this, someone who encouraged me to ask for what I wanted, helped me find my confidence, and, most importantly, introduced me to the joys of sucking dick.

My friend Mark [34M] loves to tell me how good I’ve gotten at sucking his cock since we met almost a year ago. I [30F] love to tell him about the men I have sucked off after him and how they praise me, call me a good girl for my wet, sloppy blowjobs. More than once, I’ve had another man’s cock in my mouth while I thought of Mark: how proud he would be if he could see me getting someone else off with what he taught me. I was delighted to think of myself as his little cocksucker, recounting stories the next time we met up.

[FM] I lost my virginity to the older man next door

Last year when I started college I lost my flower to my old neighbor next door…I was away from home for the first time, living with my high school roommates off campus and I had just broken up with my high school bf. It was so much happening at once.

As soon as we moved in he stopped over with cookies and milk and told us he knew how scared we must be away from home and that he’d be right next door if we needed anything. It was really sweet of him. He friended me on Facebook and invited me over for dinners and talks. It was like having a daddy away from home to look after me. I’ve always been called too naive and heard that college was such a scary place for that.

He asked me a lot about my dating life and dates and it came out that I was a virgin which he absolutely loved and said he suspected I was. The next bunch of times I saw him he wanted to talk about that and make sure I was still a virgin. To complicate things even more i was also starting to date a boy who is my bf now when all of this happened. I started avoiding my neighbor and told him why. He begged me to come over and told me he loved me like family and he was really worried about me because I was too innocent for college.

My [F] ex [M] had an insertions fetish

My [30 F] ex [36 M] had a fetish for insertions. He loved using dildos on me, and one drunken night he confessed that he always wanted to use household objects. That night, he inserted a hairbrush into my pussy, and it turned him on so much he had to fuck me right away.

He was so excited that I was into his fetish that he went to the store and bought an array of things he wanted to put in me: a cucumber, an eggplant, limes, etc. He loved to slide vegetables into me, and jerk off while he watched my pussy lips spread around the various objects he chose. This became a regular thing, and he would tell me all the time if he found something he wanted to put inside me like a beer bottle or shampoo bottle.

Sometimes he would insert items and watch me birth them. He’d get so excited he would cum, sometimes on my tits or face. I loved it too. Watching him get so aroused and feeling my pussy get stretched to its limits was so hot.

Double sided dildo and multiple partners in one night [Group]

In talking to one of my followers…I remembered one of the hotel parties my ex bf used to throw. It was a common occurrence for he and I to get a hotel room on the weekend or even for spring break (all of us were either working or going to community college) and invite our friends to come and play. It was not uncommon for couples to come and we would all be using the room to fuck and drink and just have a good time. I had a few guys that were my regular fuck buddies within our circle of friends. Some times our guy friends would just watch me fuck my bf, sometimes they would jerk off while they watched. As people got more comfortable, things escalated. Sometimes their girl friends were with them sometimes not. One of the girls in our group had a rep for being a slut (bc she slept with a lot of guys). They were right, she was just like me she liked to be fucked and love good dick, no shame there.

My Life As a Massage Therapist [MF] The Johnsuns Part 2

Hello potential readers! Thank you so much for the kind words in response to my first story! If you want the full context, here is [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i4u9ok/my_life_as_a_massage_therapist_mf_the_johnsuns/). Lets dive in!

I am a licensed massage therapist and this is a testy subject matter for me. Being a male massage therapist has it’s stigma. I am in no way attempting to condone my actions. No money transactions have occurred in any of my interactions that may be discussed on this subreddit and proper consent forms were discussed, agreed upon and filled out. With that being said massage therapists are NOT sex workers. Please do not take this or any other massage related story on this subreddit as a reflection of the profession. If you have any questions please feel free to ask as I would love to answer them to the best of my ability as long as they are within reason. Please be respectful to the profession, myself and those around you. Thank you for sticking with me so far. If you would like to skip to the steamy bit look for the asterisks.

She laughs and rolls over onto her stomach, hops up on her knees and gives me a kiss. “Holy shit MassageStories!”