On the dance floor [m/f]

A few years ago, I was at a medical conference in Cairns, Australia. It was really just an excuse for a holiday in a place with warm weather, packed bars and clubs, and shirtless sexy men.

After a lecture series (which we all slept through), my friends and I headed back to our hotel room, got dressed up and headed out. I was wearing a loose, flowery dress, as fitting the weather in Northern Queensland.

We walked around till we found a club we liked. The music was loud. The girls were beautiful. The atmosphere was sexually charged. It was perfect. We squeezed onto the dance floor.

After a few songs, I felt big, warm hands on my hips, moving in time with me. At first, I faltered, but the hands weren’t too dangerous, so I kept dancing.

Eventually, I started leaning back into him. His body was hard. He started moving his hands up and down my body. It felt natural for him to explore my body in tune with the beat.

His hands kept brushing the end of my dress and rubbing up my thighs, slowly lifting my dress.

A little fun before bed (m/f)

*My boyfriend and I just recently stopped using condoms and I have a major cum fetish but he has yet to finish inside me, I like to test his limits*

It was just like any other night, my boyfriend and I climbed into bed and were playing on our phones without saying a word. I felt this primal need for him all the sudden and set my phone down and reached over to play with his cock. I found him flaccid but slowly started working my hand over his basketball shorts until he was completely hard. I tugged down his shorts, letting his cock come free and began to lick the length of it.

Soon I had his whole cock in my mouth and down my throat. Coming off to slowly tease his head with my tongue, feeling it twitch when I hit the sensitive part just right. He had me remove my panties so he could play with my already soaked pussy. I kept sucking his dick as he rubbed my clit until he had me so close to cumming I was shaking. I dug my nails into his stomach as I finally reached the point of no return.

[M]y [F]irst Tinder Hookup After Moving to Orange County

Long time lurker, first time poster to r/gonewildstories. If I’m being completely honest, this is my favorite subreddit, so I thought I should probably stop freeloading and contribute! This story comes from a few months back, but it was a good time. Here is a small window into my life, my personality, and some of the interesting parts of online dating that kind of contextualize this story in my mind. I hope you enjoy!

So fade in: It is August, and I just moved to Orange County in July for a new job as at a small startup company. I’m excited for many reasons, but if I’m being honest, one that was pretty high up there was getting my own room. For months I had been living in my own living room because my best friend (female, lesbian ex-gf, now completely platonic sister from another mister; long story) had needed a place to stay while figuring out her new direction and going back to school, and so at my old place, I had offered her my bedroom since I only had a 1bd. Now, having moved to Orange County into a 2 bedroom (she needed a change, and I didn’t really know anybody in OC, so I invited her to go with), I was pretty jazzed to be in a two bedroom since it would allow me some of the privacy I really needed to…have guests.

The ti[m]e I found out I can keep cumming

I was 25 when an old friend moved back to my area. We were both open about being attracted to each other. She is about 5’4″, maybe 110 pounds, brunette, covered in tattoos and piercings. I had already seen her naked because she modeled for an alt pin up site. About a week after she moved here, I asked her if she wanted hang out at my place. She came over and we sat at the couch to watch tv. She got up for some non important reason and, when she came back, she sat down very close to me. Normally, I’m not the smooth guy, I’m the don’t-know-what-to-do-around-women guy, but I just instinctively put my hand on her thigh and she put her hand on my forearm. At this point, I’m thinking “holy shit is this actually gonna happen?” I brought up an event I was going to in the morning and asked if she wanted to stay the night and go with me (what am I doing?! I’m never that bold!). She said “would it be okay if I used your shower of I stay over?” In what is probably the bravest moment of my life up to that point, I said “you can, but I’ll join you.” It paid off. She said “in that case” and got up and walked into my room, then I heard her turn on my shower. I was freaking out. There is a super hot girl in my shower, expecting me to join her. I haven’t had sex in over a year (ex that was difficult to get over), and I had been fantasizing about this girl for a long fucking time.

pof meetup from a few years ago (31m/19f) tying up/blindfold/creampie

This was the last time I’ve done anything really NSA and it was a few years ago over the holidays (Seems like a common time for it).

I had been chatting with a girl for about 2 weeks before the holidays and had talked about taking some photos for her fetlife account. We didn’t commit to doing anything more than that, and decided to see how we felt once I came over.

I drove over, it was late-ish around midnight/1am. I’d done this sort of thing before but it’d been awhile so I was a bit nervous once I parked and went up the elevator to her place, in a regular apartment building. She answered the door and I was immediately at ease and we were comfortable with each other. She had just showered, smelled good, and was dressed in a skimpy black dress. Curvy girl, and very sexy. We chatted a bit and went into her room, her roommate was home and in the room right next door. We didn’t have anything suitable to drown out any noise but there was a record player, which worked, though it was very quiet.

[M/F/Group] – Girlfriend can’t Handle Break Up

I recently broke up with my girlfriend Sarah, 21. We had been dating for three years, but over time she showed her true colors and I ended it. In simple terms Sarah was an undercover bitch, and a very fake girl. A quick example: She will hug, talk, and laugh with her “friends” she claims to hate; then when those “friends” aren’t around she will proceed to tear into them and claim how annoying they are to anyone who will listen. She gets away with it all the time due to how sweet and innocent she comes off as in public. Behind closed doors though she is as bratty and bitchy as they come. Other then myself and her own family, only two other people know her like this; her best friends Ashley and Lauren.

The break up wasn’t out of left field. It was painfully obvious it had been coming for a while. Of course Sarah said she was completely shocked and proceeded to cry. Her tears were not even close to genuine, and she even admitted as such when I called her on it. Then without hesitation she began calling me every bad name in the book. A week later, and I get bombarded with text messages from Sarah begging to work it out. I calmly explained why we weren’t a good fit together, and she again Hulked-out into total bitch mode. That put the nail in the coffin for me as far as our relationship went.

I gave her what she needed – Part 1 (long, with picture)

This happened a little over 5 years ago, and is one of those experiences you don’t easily forget. Back then I had this friend called Dan, with whom I spent a lot of time. We were always doing stuff together, either with all of our friends, just the two of us, or together with his girlfriend at the time, called Lana. The main reason we were so close was actually because he was pushing it. Always calling me to hang out, coming by, “accidentally” bumping into me at places he knew I would be. Despite being very annoying at times, he was a relatively OK guy, and we did have fun together most of the time, so I let all of those things slide.

College story: Sex with my roommate’s girlfriend [m/f]

Some of you might remember me. I posted under a different ironman name up until recently. I deleted my account, because it got hacked. Some of the stories I posted over the last couple of years are gone forever from reddit, so I figured I would come back and start posting some old ones to make sure they aren’t lost. I will post new stories as well when I have a chance. (New stories will come I promise). Here is an old one. Hope you enjoy:

***Like I’ve said in previous posts. I figured it would be fun to go back to my promiscuous (man-whore) days and recall some of the stories from back then. I’m generally considered a really good-looking guy (used to model, 6’3”, dark hair, blue eyes, swimmers build, workout regularly), so that enabled me to have quite a fun sex life. These stories are 100% true and not embellished in any way. I think that a straight honest story even if not as exciting at times is a bigger turn on, so that is what I will continue to try to give.***

[M/F] My biology teacher

This story spans out over a couple of years. But I will try to do it justice the best I can.

I remember the first time I saw her with a sharpness of detail that isn’t matched by any of my other memories.
It was a friday afternoon in the spring of 2013. The last class of the day, the weather was sunny, everyone was full of energy, we were sitting in class and the principal came in and told us we had a substitute for today, I thougth: great, another class of someone scrolling through powerpoint slides.
Then she walked in, instantly every guy in the class got spellstruck. She was the perfect depiction of a hot substitute. She wore a pink summer dress and had the cutest smile ever.

Now at this point I suppose I should tell you what we actually look like.

She was about 5’7″ blonde,blue eyes, tanned, pretty, but her body was the amazing part, she had curves like I have never seen before and an ass deserving of a award.I am just over 6′ and pretty athletic, vains and abs, otherwise pretty normal looking guy I suppose. First time i saw her i was 17 and she was around 20.

May Shrek bless us all

After a long day at work, Marcus finally gets home;
“Ugh its been a long day, it would be nice if shrek came to visit me tonight” he thinks to himself, sadly, hungrily, lustfully as he unlocks the door to this tiny, shithole he calls home.
“Is there any onion juice left?” he asks himself, knowing the answer; there was none left. He had used the rest as lube when he -unknowingly- contracted herpes from his stuffed ogre toy last night, by shoving its thick, stuffed foot all the way up to his lungs; he couldnt have enough of it.

That was his hobby then, shoving stuff up his tired, overly used asshole. He never thought anything of it, you see, Marcus lived a sad life. But that was about to change. After shamefully stating that he would beat his meat later to some Rick-Michonne roleplay porn, he headed to his room.

*CREAK*

He paused at the dim lighted hallway- “what was that? Could it be-”

*CREAK*
*CREAK*