Category: gonewildstories

He was bound but not with ropes or cuffs. Fear held his hands, arms and even his head back; preventing them from reaching, from touching, grabbing or sucking, from indulging in this moment that he had desired for so long. “Not one move, or I stop,” she threatened with obvious pleasure, as she knelt over him, teasing his naked body with hers, “not a sound”.

If her giving him head on her sofa the night before had been a surprise, this afternoon was a total mystery. e felt a new passion in her today; ever since she had announced to him, mischeiviously aware of the surprise it would cause, that she wanted to take him into her mouth again, moments before slipping her hand through his fly and simultaneously soothing and inflaming his longing for her as he drove back from the gun club.

This wasn’t the adventurous exercises of public sex that had been so thrilling during their months together or the hopeful, lustful but loving coupl ing from the early days of their relationship. There wasn’t the slightest disappointment as he realised he wasn’t going to have the exquisite but rare pleasure of watching this elegant, proud woman that he had observed lustfully for years, expertly tease him with del icious lips before wrapping his rigid cock in her warm, wet mouth. he knew that this was something he had wanted much, much more; this was her acting out of selfish desire. Read more »

We met online, on a site nobody wants to admit to using. Even without a picture and very little information, as a woman, I was bombarded with messages. I ignored almost all of them, but his was short and made me laugh, so without even really considering it, I replied. We immediately hit it off via chat. We’re both sarcastic and witty and confident, with a hint of self-deprecation. We were both initially so evasive with any personal information. He told me his name was Nathan (he told me his real name later, but for the sake of recounting our adventures, he’ll be Nathan.) We live in one of the largest urban areas in the country. Nathan lives and works in the city, whereas I live in the suburbs and commute into the city. Gradually, we chatted enough to be comfortable revealing more about ourselves. Nathan eventually told me that he’s a doctor. I do medical research. Once we realized we worked in the same general field, it wasn’t long before we discovered that we actually work at the same hospital, in some of the same buildings even. We’ve almost certainly crossed paths….incredibly coincidental in such an enormous city. Read more »

So, just a bit about me before I begin. my screenname is a joke, I'm probably somewhere to the left of Bernie Sanders*. I was pretty active in political organizations at my school, which made me not particularly liked by some of the more conservative people on campus, especially the SGA and Greek Life.

Eileen is the type of girl who'd fit in well on Fox News. She's a tall, perky, slender blonde with politics on the hard right end of the spectrum. I had had very public shouting matches during SGA meetings with both her and her boyfriend Jake, who at the time of this story had just been elected vice president of the student government.

I was surprised to see her when I went into my favorite bar one night at about 8pm. The bars in the town where my college is located are very heavily segregated by social circle. My bar is hipsters, punks, and the sort. She did not fit in in her black cocktail dress and expensive looking heels.

"Are you lost?" I teased her as I approached the bar, ordered a jack and coke. Read more »