Category: gonewildstories

Again from her perspective… she loves knowing it is shared

It had been months since Steve’s last work trip out here. Between that time, our arrangement had changed a bit. Instead of it being just the typical, casual hookup every time Steve came into town, it had turned into something more. Steve was in total control and I had become his to as he pleased

Yes, there was distance between us, but that things a bit more interesting. I turned over complete control of my sex life to him. I am not able to do anything without his permission. If I want to go on a date, I ask permission – then Steve tells me what is allowed, and what is not. If I want to pleasure myself, I ask permission – then Steve tells me what to use, how to use it, and what I should think about. If Steve thinks of something he wants me to do, he tells me in explicit detail what he wants, and then gives me a deadline to do it by, expecting a full and honest report. On occasion Steve will call me and give me instructions over the phone as I carry them out right then and there. He once asked me to take topless pictures while at work for him. I followed directions – like I always do. Read more »

I once wrote a long email to a friend recapping some of my escapades.. I came across it recently and thought I’d share some choice bits. Here’s one. Let me know if you’d like to read others. All names changed.

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While in Paris during that summer of 2014, I met Emily on OKC (my account then only existing in Paris). We met in a cafe on Canal St. Martin (Le Chaland, it’s lovely) after work one night. She was from Seattle. Recently divorced. Starting over in Paris. She had a cute little apartment on the third floor that looked out over the 19e from a tiny balcony. A murphy bed. Thin, short hair, soft lips.
And that first night we talked and fucked and smoked and fucked some more. Played PJ Harvey videos and traded stories. She had been a caterer and worked, vaguely for microsoft on various creative-type projects. Creative and curious. Kind. West Coast energy.

Images. Standing in my boxers on her balcony in the middle of the night. Smoking. Wine glass. Watching the clouds slide across the sky. Picking her up while inside her, her legs wrapped around my back, carrying her from the kitchen to her bed. Read more »

I’ll keep this one short and sweet, but it’s just too good to keep bottled up the whole week. This was a really new and hot thing for me to encounter, and I really hope I get a chance to do it again.
So last week, I was bumming out and coming off of a shitty breakup. Been with the girl for 2 and half years, and it just kinda, you know, stopped, all the sudden. It was shitty, but after a while I was looking on the positive side of things. “Hey, I’m single now!” I say, “Time to try and have some fun.”

Couple weeks go by trying the Bumble game; some good matches, yet nothing really comes into fruition. Enter my buddy from college, he calls me up to hang out. He knows I’ve been having a really tough time since the breakup so I was due a night of debauchery. Read more »

It is Saturday around noon he wakes up to the sound of the door closing and his roommate walking to her room. Shaking his head he gets up and looks out the window and sighs. “Raining on my day off”. Stretching his arms watching the sun run over them brings a little smile to his face thanking himself as for going to the gym. He wanders out into the kitchen, only wearing his favorite pare of boxers which are green and have dragonflies on them. Reaching down he moves his dick around cursing his morning erection. Picking up the cereal box he hears the sound of high heels and raises one eyebrow, thinking (she does not have work today) as he turns around the shoes stop and standing on the other side of the counter just far enough so that he could get a full view of her the boxes drops out of his hand as his jaw hits the ground. She stood there with her hand places on her hips fingers splayed out along them. His eyes did not know where to start, they settled on bottom to top her shoes were red peep toe high heels his eye rose slowly up her legs the smooth skin taught and still a little pale and spread apart working his way higher, her freshly shaved pussy standing out in his mind’s eye trying not to stare. His eye move up a little more taking in the flat stomach with the prefect out line of muscle, she turns a little to the side the sun runs over her body stopping half way he could almost hear the sun howl in frustration at not getting to touch the rest of her. His eyes rise slowly higher, taking in the upper part of her belly and all of her breasts, he licks his lips, her breast were prefect they were a large A small B, they were as round as if they had been made by a great artist and if there was a god he was thanking him for her. Her hard nipples sat atop quarter sized areolas the tiniest bumps could be seen on them due to the chill that always seemed to be here in the fall. As he drags his eyes away from something that he had almost given up on seeing in real life, his eyes run the outline of her collar bone and shoulders her hair as long as he had ever seen it falls about her shoulders and glinting in the sun like a treasure all on its own. His eye rises still higher as they take in her neck tilted just to the side as she waits for him to finish taking in the sight of her. He pulls himself together as his eyes rises to meet her past her red lips which he knew she has pursed them just that way to make him want no need to kiss them, long with the bemused smile that she wore on them. Her eye where set perfectly so that the light from the afternoon sun made them shine, he could see the playful dance that they were doing the look that they held left no question in his mind that he was not going to get anything more the just to look at what he want but could not have. A crooked smile worked its way on to his face his eyes not having left hers those eyes that could just draw him in and make his heart beat faster even when he told it not to. Those eyes that seemed to hold some secret that he just had to know but feared he would never find out. In a low whisper with a voice that sounds smooth as silk she said “was it everything you expected it to be”? He chuckles the crooked smile growing “sam if I lost my sight right now and never saw another thing I would die a happy man”.
She giggles “you know you might want to clean that up” she points to the box of cereal. “Now I know not to come out here wearing nothing when you are holding the milk”. As he bends over to clean up the cereal he stops struck again at how beautiful she looks as she walks away her ass bouncing with each step. He shakes his head again and goes about his day. Night rolls around and he strolls out of his room dressed to kill black tux and freshly buffed shoes that shine in the low light. a blue rose pinned to his jacket picked out to match the dress that she was wearing

My old roommate and I were texting the other day and he reminded me of a funny story from my college days. A great story about a woman I loved, our first time together, and a lost article of clothing. It’s long but good. I swear.

It was the summer of my senior year, I was freshly graduated and ready to conquer the world. A family friend was going out of town and offered to pay me $400 to house sit for them. They had a neurotic dog so someone needed to physically stay at the house. They had an awesome house with a large pool and jacuzzi, so I figured I could make the best of my time there. I had been talking to a girl from work for a few weeks but we hadn’t slept together yet. I figured this would be an opportunity to get some alone time, just her and I. No roommates. No bars/clubs. No bullshit. Read more »