Valentine’s Day (MF) First guy

Yesterday I had two Valentines. The first Valentine, I’ll call him “T”, was a friend that has a thick cock. The second was the guy that has huge balls from a past story, I’ll call him “B”.

T came over to my apartment about 8:00 pm. We went straight up to my room. I walked him over to my bed and told him, “sit down”. He sat down on my bed and said, “Damn Sarah, I like this”. I took off my mini-dress and stood in front of him in my new dark red bra and dark red thong. T said, “Oh my god Sarah, you are so sexy in that”. I walked up to him and whispered in his ear, “Call me ‘cocksucker’ or ‘slut’ ” then I started kissing his neck. This caused him to moan and sit back. I leaned on him and put my leg up on his leg. He reached down and jiggled my ass as we made out some more.

Sexy Shaz and balcony sex.

Alrighty, so lets talk about Shaz.

I’ve been seeing Shaz for a few months now, and I suspect her deviant nature is only just beginning to surface, even though I’ve had an inkling since our first night of hanging out together during which she confessed that she wanted to go down on another girl while I watched. She just threw it out there as a non-sequitur in a conversation that started about the Minions movie; and watched as I spluttered over my drink. I collected myself and grinned, “If it comes to that, I’ll happily watch.” She scowled, ‘fuck that, you’ll be getting involved as well.’

Nothing’s happened yet on that front, but watch this space, I’ll let you guys know how that turns out.

Shaz is a mid 30’s divorcee, and we met at a music festival through mutual friends. Nothing happened there, although we had a definite connection, albeit one fuelled by drink and drugs. We arranged to meet up a few weeks after the festival and Shaz procured a few more pills for us. We went back to hers and got naked and horizontal whilst in the throes of chemically-induced, loved-up passion.

[F/F] The day after my boss seduced me

So, I was freaking out. Here it was a day after my boss had gone down in me in the break room after we closed up and I was about to head back in and see her. Not just *her*, though, but I was going to be around her and all my other co-workers. I had no idea what to expect, would she smile at me, would she ignore me, had she told anyone, was I going to get in trouble, was she going to get in trouble–

Stop. Just stop. As freaked out as I was there wasn’t any point standing in my room freaking out about it. Either go and face it or never go again. Which wasn’t even really a choice, I liked the job, I liked having money, and, who am I kidding, I was hoping whatever it was that happened with my boss wasn’t a one off thing.

After school with my friend’s mom: The first time. (M/F)

I’ve told some of these stories on here before, but it was years ago. it was a dream come true type of situation, which could make it hard to believe for some. But this is my stamp of truth that the following events did occur, for what it’s worth. And if it helps, u/miamya herself will be joining the comments to answer any questions.

If you’re not interested in the events that led up to our first time together, just skip down to the ***** for the nitty gritty.

MY friend’s mom and dad had been going through some rough times. He was out of town constantly, and always being shady about how long he’d be gone, what he was going to do, and so on. She was just plain unhappy, and he was too. The summer before my senior year she filed for divorce and that was that.

Somewhere in the year or so before that, she and I had started talking on yahoo/msn messenger (Yeah, it’s been a while now). It started off simple enough. She was always the cool mom who would let us drink at the house, since we’d go out and do it somewhere else anyway, and make sure no one drove. And she was easy to talk to, drunkenly late at night, or sober the next morning over breakfast.

Do you like chocking? (M/F, just landed in LA)

As I said in my [first ever GWS here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/439066/new_zealand_bound_with_a_flight_attendant_after/), a year ago I quit my stressful job to go traveling solo. I’ve always been in love with American sports, so I bought a ticket to Los Angeles and planned 50 days around NBA and NFL games that would have taken me to the East Coast and back to the West Coast, with a last stop in Vegas.

 

Let me know if you guys enjoy my US trip stories, and I’ll share more. Again, sorry for any grammar mistakes, Italian guy here ☺
Skip to the bold part for the naughty stuff!

 


I couldn’t be any happier. I just landed in Los Angeles, and was on my way to Hermosa Beach. The sun was out, 8am in the morning, I was not jet-lagged at all and I was ready to enjoy a full day in Los Angeles. *fuck sleeping, there’ll be time for that later.*

 

As I said, I just quit a very stressful job that’d burnt me like hell and I just wanted to have fun. I was going to meet a few friends during my trip, but it was mostly a solo-trip. I mean, 50 days on my own are gonna be tough. I wanted to meet new people. I wanted to meet hot girls I could have fun with.

[m/m] [m/f] [fantasy] Used as the special party favor for guests

[Male here but doesn’t really matter. It’s written in first person because I was sharing with a friend]

I’ve long fantasized about being stripped, bound and blindfolded then being left in a side room at a party. All night guests would filter in, usually alone, sometimes in pairs to use me as they wished. The young couple who’s always wanted to try DP, a lesbian curious about cock and very proficient with a strap on, the swingers who got right down to work. And the single women, some would come in just to see a bound, naked man. A few would blush and skitter quickly back to the party. Others would linger until they were alone with me. Many used the chance to answer their questions about male anatomy: what did it take to make it hard? What made him writhe in pleasure? Some rode my cock, others my face.

The guys would slip in too. Some would know what they were doing but others were there to answer their own curiosity or satisfy their own base needs. A couple of guys would come in and, without a word or as much as any other contact, fuck my ass then leave swiftly.

Outdoor fun time F/M

My husband liked to take photos of me in various stages of undress to entirely naked and in some very erotic positions and situations. One sunny afternoon we went hiking to what used to be a secluded area and found a spot on a cliff to take some new photos. It was a very nice and warm day and I love feeling the sun on my naked body
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I started posing and he was clicking away when as I got down to my underwear I noticed down at the base of the cliff there were guys camping. We had never seen anyone out here before so this was a big surprise. I started to get dressed and he said that I should just relax and continue. He said the guys probably wouldn’t even notice me up here anyway. I thought about it a little and figured with them down there and us up here nothing would happen anyway even if they did see me. I continued to strip while my husband took lots of photos.

My new year trip to a new city turns out the craziest due to my sexy host!!!

So, I was traveling to a new city during the new winter break and I am a student so wanted to save money. I asked my friends to host me but all of them were either with family or going away for the new year. Not that I had many in the city. Finally one of my friends introduced me to a friend who was going to be in the city around the time I was supposed to visit. She gave me her number and we talked a couple of times about my plans and she also wanted to get comfortable before hosting me. She was around 6-7 years older than me. I arrived in the city on Afternoon of 30th and went around sight seeing. The girl who was hosting me was working and I could go there only around 7-8 PM. So after walking around for some time I take a cab and reach her home. She has invited a guy who came over with his girlfriend.

In the bathroom at the bar [M35ish/F22ish]

Resubmitted because I something seemed to go wrong last time. With writing my last, first post, I’ve realized writing up sexual memories is quite fun (but it’s harder than I thought to put your experiences and emotions into words). The overall positive feedback certainly helps, thank you for that. This happened two years back, and turned out shorter (it all happened in the space of a couple of hours).

I have an old friend that I studied with, who is pursuing a big-money career in London. Every time he visits back “home” inevitably means a night out with the old gang, those essentially being the only occasions I see anyone in that group. It’s nice to see them, but there’s a fine line between talking about what’s going on in your life and bragging, especially among guys In their 30s.