Category: gonewildstories

One of the scariest experiences of my life. Met a girl who went from “married” to “masseuse” to “prostitute” to “drug user” to fucking INSANE. Help

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I’ve just upgraded from girls with boyfriends to girls with husbands.

But it’s ok – her husband is gay.

Kat was out celebrating the end of the week when I saw her standing there – tall, skinny, huge eyes. Thai.

As I’m walking by, I reach into the group and offer to “cheers” her with a smirk. She returns the sentiment.

Fast forward a couple hours and I see her standing alone waiting for her friends. I walk up and say “I’ve been looking for you.”

“I saw you hitting on another girl a minute ago” “You’re cuter though”

We go from flirting to dancing to kissing and then she tells me she’s on E.

That’s why she’s so touchy-feely.

We dance and kiss as she repeatedly tells me, “I’m not going home with you tonight”.

She then tells me that she works at a massage parlor in a way that intimated she wasn’t necessarily a certified masseuse.

Is she about to name a price?

“Awesome, I’m cool with that. I’m not looking for any kind of transaction though.”

So she’s a sexy-as-fuck drug-using prostitute. Read more »

NSFW [m/f] “You should have finished…”

This is my first post, though I don't anticipate it will be my last. I'm a normal 30's guy, the kind you'd find just about anywhere in suburbia USA….except highly sexual with some incredible experiences; and very very few know this side of me or would ever have an inkling to guess it. All my stories are true, though details insignificant to the story are changed to protect all parties involved. Read more »

At the nude beach M/FF/MM

I'm a 19-y-o bisexual male with an exhibitionist side. Summers, I like to hang out at the nude beach (Wreck Beach, Vancouver BC). There's a remote area of the beach, hard to get to, where sex is okay. (No kids around.)

My body is pretty fit from cycling and people notice me. My favorite thing to do is lay out my towel in a secluded little glade away from the path everybody uses. People can get a glimpse of me from the path but they must leave the path and enter my little domain to see all of me.

I hate even the idea of flashing unsuspecting people. But if they want to see my sex I am only too happy to oblige, male or female, as long as they are of age. I think I got into the habit of being watched while at summer camp in my fourteenth year. All the boys in my cabin would masturbate together, and when my turn came, all eyes were on my penis. My orgasms were far more intense than when I jerked off alone. Read more »

Homecoming Tailgate.

This happened this morning so I'm a little hungover/drunk. Sorry if they're any spelling/grammar issues.

It was homecoming weekend, my roommates and I grabbed our racks of beer and bolted to the tailgate. Hundreds of people screamed and drank like it was the end of the world. The air was cool and crisp, the ladies were forced to cover up their fading tans and dress for the impending winter. But with the fall came leggings and tight blue jeans, which, happened to be my favorite. Beautiful women surrounded the parking lots chugging beers, playing games, and dancing on truck tailgates.

People gathered around our truck to watch each other fail miserably at dizzy bat. A girl was pressured by her friends to have a go, I made the unfortunate decision of standing behind her. About two second after she stopped spinning she stop up and swung the bat, nailing me right in the Mouth. My head rung and I closed my eyes real tight, when I opened them Krista stood In Front of me apologizing. She had blonde hair that just touched her shoulders, it was in a ponytail -tied with a little ribbon. She wore a purple jacket with our university's name on it, black shades, and Very tight dark blue "jeggings". Read more »

What it’s like to have your best friend help you out of jeans two-sizes-too-small and fuck him right after. (F/M)

Another week-late post and I don’t even know if my grammar is right in most of the parts but brace yourselves for another long one!!

Mark's grandma died Wednesday, September 30, and he's been feeling pretty down about it all. It hurts to see him that way. The guy's my best friend. He's always, always laughing; he laughs when he's making fun of himself, he laughs when he runs, he laughs when he's in class, he laughs even during sex. When you listen to his voice it's like he has a permanent laugh in it. But he wasn't like that this week.

Here's another thing you should know about Mark: he has (had) only one grandparent left alive, and that was his grandma on his dad's side. He never met the other three. Both his parents are doctors. Both surgeons. Both still working despite their old age. Mark has five older brothers and one younger sister – all of them were pretty much raised by his grandma. If you check his phone, most of the time he’s texting his family, his grandma especially. Read more »

(F) Another Secret Slut adventure – Truck Stop (MM)

Hello again, been a while since I shared another story, mostly because I have been so busy this Summer. Now that Fall is here I can share some more of my adventures. If you don't my story, please read some of my other posts. In a nutshell, all my family and friends think I am a very good girl, but I sneak away for weekend trips to let out my slutty side!

This one happened earlier this Summer. I had arranged to meet a Trucker at a rest area along my way to visit another friend for the weekend. For my drive I wore very loose shorts, no panties, no bra and a very loose top. I was so turned on about this trip that I could keep my hands off myself while driving.

I pulled into the rest area and parked down at the end as instructed. I took a long slow walk past quite a few trucks before finding the one I was looking for. I walked up to knock on his door, but he was waiting for me and opened the door to his cab to let me in. Read more »

“I’m bitter sick of sweet and pure, take me now I’m yours.” [D/s][Mf] (x-post BDSMerotica)

A girl never forgets her first Dom. This is a true-ish story about meeting a Dom at a little bar and being blown away by the experience.

It hit me as I was driving down La Cienega that this was going to be the first time I actually meet a man at a bar. When you're underaged in LA with a taste for musicians, you just sneak yourself in through the back with a cig in your mouth, ask the guy with the most calloused fingers for a lighter and decide you'll be going home with him once you confirm he's there to play a show. I was past that now. After fucking every stereotype in LA, I needed something different.

I sought him out on a certain alien-adorned message board. He hit all my pre-requisites: over 30, writes in complete sentences, big dick. And before I knew it, I was asking for his permission to make myself come. Two orgasms = Two big thank you's to Sir. He picked out my outfit and told me to meet him on a Friday night. After getting catcalled by random LA street vendors, I felt confident in my attire. Less Theory and more Trashy. I pulled up, took a deep breath as I exited my car and grabbed the ticket from the valet attendant. That's when I felt his eyes on me. Obviously the creepy valet guy, but also from behind me. I turned around to greet him. I was intimidated and oddly terrified of looking like a paid companion. He was quiet which made me second guess everything. Read more »

[m/f]-Finally fucked after 8 Years… and it’s fucking great.

For starters, let me preface with this that this was the first time I ever pulled the trigger and cheated on a girlfriend. Flirting sure, hanging out and an occasional cuddle, sure, or maybe a kiss that didn’t last long… but I always had self-control. So THIS ISN’T MY USUAL THING. But when it happened I didn’t hold back. I've got short brown hair with hard part on one side and a face like the nice neighbor guy you went to prom with. I'd like to think I’m more hipster than nerd but I’m probably somewhere in between. Physically, I guess I’m a different guy too at 6'1, about 280, and built mostly like a tank. I'm not one of those six-pack abs sorts of guys. I'm more of a big square shoulders, big biceps, a strong back, and legs like tree trunks. I'm not running marathons and shit, I'm the guy you see in a t-shirt and say, "how often do you work out?" It's one of the first things they ask and at least 3-4 times a day someone I don’t know calls me boss, big man, big dog, or some other thing. Read more »

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I want you to fuck me.” [m/f]

Names have been changed to protect the innocent, but otherwise this story is true.

I started dating Sammy a little over two months ago. We started fooling around (no fucking) a few dates in, and held back on the understanding that she wanted a clean bill of health before we went unprotected and I can't feel anything through a condom. However, I started to learn quickly that the mature and responsible Sammy I was getting to know, the one who was clear-eyed about her life goals and sexual needs and set her limits before we ever got into bed, was only half the story.

A little about the players before we go on:

I'm 29, 6'1", with an angular but not particularly rugged face, blonde hair and blue eyes, and a lean rower's build. I'm not the prettiest guy around, but I'm distinctive-looking for sure.

Sammy is 25, 5'3", bookish, has very thick dark hair that comes down about to her shoulders, and wears glasses. You wouldn't know it looking at her on the street because she dresses casually and all covered up, but her body can only be described as… well, ripe. A well-proportioned and firm ass. Just enough around the thighs and tummy to make her soft and pliable while maintaining ideal feminine curves. Perky tits, probably a C cup, and light pink nipples that perk up at the slightest touch. Read more »

Nothing to do when it rains.. (m24/f23)

It's been a while since I posted, hope I'm not too rusty. ;) I had an awesome night last weekend that I'd repeat in a minute. A guy I had met a few times before through friends, Sam, came by to make the rainy night a lot less boring.

I was wearing a baggy, long-sleeved white tshirt from the beach with a pair of leggings when he knocked. My long, blonde hair reached below my chest and I had left it to dry on its own after showering earlier. A touch of mascara was the only make up on my green eyes, a pink cotton bra the only underwear I bothered to wear. Read more »