Category: gonewildstories

Hi, long time reader, first time writer.

This story is about a random encounter that happened on Craigslist.

I'm an Anthropology grad student at Monmouth. I'm just a putz living in Presbyteriansville Illinois.

So I submitted a pretty important paper today and needed to blow off steam. My buddies are all still busy with school so I go home and land on the Casual Encounters amidst a solo session on fapdu. The first listing was for two girls looking to be watched or joined. Now everyone knows those ads are fake 100% of the time, however it was posted 25 minutes before i clicked it so I thought, 'hey what scammer is posting at 6:30?' So I took a chance because a phone # was listed. Lo and behold a girl responded and we made small talk.

They are roommates and short on rent, and of course my first thought was well they must be drug-fiends. Finally she asked if we were gonna do this. I said yeah, what's the deal, she said $200 if i wanted to watch and $250 if i wanted to join. I thought man, that's cheap, they must be planning to rob me etc. etc. etc. I work part-time at a laundry mat and my tuition is paid by scholarships so I took the chance because it seemed too good to be true. Read more »

Actual sex starts at the six dashes.

Chris and I have been friends for a long time. He told me he liked me and wanted to take me out on a date.

I accepted. We've been dating for nine months (I'm very cautious since my last boyfriend) and decided to go all the way. We were at my apartment, just sort of hanging out and eating Chinese. Then he started making moves.

Chris is a pretty forward guy. He doesn't really fool around or play games when you don't know what he wants. So it got pretty clear to me what he wanted.

I went along with it.

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I laid back on the couch and he pushed up my shirt, revealing the not-so-sexy purple bra beneath. I hadn't been expecting anything so I wore a simple one rather than lace.

I am a 32C, by the way. Chris unhooked my bra slowly and cupped my breast, moving his hands around slowly. I can feel my core heating up. I get turned on very easily. Read more »

Hey guys! This is a part 2 to my last story, which can be found here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3uny5g/mf_fucking_in_the_back_of_my_car/

I picked Matt up around 11pm. It was a cold night, but hopefully we’d be able to stay warm in the backseat. I was wearing a sweater, scarf, skirt and knee high socks, with no panties or bra underneath. I was excited to see how long it would take Matt to notice. Tonight I was more nervous than the last time, because I didn’t know if it would be able to live up to the other night.

Matt got in and I began driving to the same parking lot as last time. On the way there we passed another lot, but to my disappointment it was too exposed to park in. I needed to feel him, and even the ten minute drive to our spot felt like an eternity.

As I drove Matt stroked my thigh, letting his fingers trace upwards, inch by inch. I could feel my wetness already, and I wanted him to feel it too. Squirming slightly in the seat, I opened my legs a bit more, and he moved his hand closer between my legs. When he traced up by my hip, I felt his hand stop for a moment. Read more »

This story happened over the summer, it still gets me going whenever I think back to it.

I had just come out of a ltr, and was out in Chicago for a friend's bachelor party. For the first time in a long time I was open to meeting/talking to girls and luckily one of the guys in the bachelor party knew a few girls who were at one of he bars we were all at. I was introduced to the two of them and one really caught my eye – petite, fit, great body a few years younger than me (I was 29 at the time). So we chatted for a while, didn't think much of it. As the night went on everyone was drinking more, and dance music started playing. We started dancing, and could tell there was some chemistry , but again I didn't think much of it. I love to dance and most girls I know love guys that can dance too, but it usually ends there. Read more »

When I find you, you will not be looking to be found. When I find you, you will not be aware of that you have been seeking, that you have been hungry, and that you have been begging to be taken in a way that only I can take you. When I find you, you will be at the edge, on the precipice, waiting for me to speak the words that will not you just across the brink.

I know where to find you. I know who you are. I know you better than you know yourself, and I know better than you exactly what you need. And when I tell you, I will not use my voice. When I tell you, I will not use my words.

My fingertips will speak to you in languages you do not yet speak. The tracing of your hips. The twisting of your hair. The subtle lateral positioning of the cotton wrapped round your folds, so that I and all the world and breathe in deeply of your scent. My fingertips are beyond words, whispering in words unknown that your flesh will understand. And should you misinterpret what my fingertips convey, there will be punishments to bear although, I think, you may will it to be so. Read more »