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The story of when I was mistaken for a prostitute… [FM]

This happened just about a year ago, I was 20 and was still rebounding from my previous relationship. It was the longest relationship I’d been in before but it ended on reasonably good terms, I was just in need of more attention after it. So I actively sought out more attention.

I frequented a bar near to my flat, it was about a 20 minute walk away into town and it was one of the only bars near me that anyone actually bothered to go to, so it was usually the only option. I’d dress up in the nicest (usually sluttiest) clothes I had, do my make up as nice as I can and whether or not any of my flat mates wanted to come with me or not, I’d head off. The plan was to at least get a few free drinks out of it, a good conversation, a number and if I was really lucky (and put out) I’d end up at someone else’s place.

And FYI I always put out. What can I say I wanted attention, physically, and I knew how to get it. Read more »

Forbidden Love, Watersports [M] [F] [anal] [fist]

FORBIDDEN LOVE, GOLDEN SHOWERS, AND FACE FUCKING

I want a woman I do not know. Well, we’re Facebook friends in that roundabout way. A mutual friend posted something that we both commented on. We got into a lengthy chat. I friended her. She accepted. From then on, we had this one little inside joke about always wanting a Big Mac cheat meal for dinner. One day she posted an article she’d written. I’m a journalist and I often need contributors, so I messaged her. We got to talking and she ended up contributing a few articles.

Her articles were great. She was beautiful. She was also married and had children. And I had a partner. I’d say girlfriend, but she always got upset with that word and since I wasn’t the marrying type, we compromised on “partner.”

One day, this “friend” posted something on Facebook about depression and anxiety. I could relate. We got to talking. She said her marriage was in big time trouble. They’d just grown apart. Things weren’t going the way she had wanted and so, in order to be clear headed, she decided to visit a therapist to decide if a divorce was best. Read more »

Much Needed Therapy 2/2 [FMMM+] [Exhib] [Wife Cheat] [Preg] [Extreme]

**Much Needed Therapy** 2/2 (by Greer Masterson)

A noise roused me from my thoughts and I saw that she was now on her back in the middle of the alley, her feet in the air, while someone humped into her. I glanced up and down Fairmount Avenue again and, seeing no one, slowly headed towards them. It still didn’t make sense, but I was seeing her stories with greater clarity now. I hadn’t questioned before why each story seemed to be mostly the same with new additions at the end or new details every time. That first day she hadn’t been able to find him, but the next day saw him washing his clothes at the laundromat next to Bert’s. She wasn’t sure at first, because he looked clean and was wearing clothes that seemed new. She’d stood outside and waved to him and he’d stood there, blinking rapidly like he’d been concussed. She’d finally managed to talk to him and he’d put her money to good use, washing his old clothes and buying some used camping equipment at a pawn shop at the north end of the Drag. He was grateful, he’d told her, for giving him a new lease on life. She told him he could pay her back by taking her behind the laundromat. She’d said he’d asked her if she was his guardian angel or if there was a devilish trick somewhere in all of this. She’d responded by pulling up her skirt and showing him that she wore no panties. He hadn’t come as copiously as he had the day before, but he’d stretched her again and filled her up again and she’d had another intense orgasm. Read more »

My Craziest Weekend: Part 3 – Sunday [MF] [with extra helpers] [long]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/73y0wp/my_craziest_weekend_part_1_friday_mf_long)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/744fig/my_craziest_weekend_part_2_saturday_mff_long/)

**Sunday**

When I woke up the next morning, Anna and Megan offered me some coffee, which I accepted with thanks. The last two days had been crazy and I felt off to say the least. In a way it was all like it happened to another me in my head, or so it felt. I wasn’t talking much as I drank my coffee and left the girls to their chatter. By this point I felt more than a little awkward, still being in essentially a strange household and sleeping my way through the residents systematically. I showered again, with the blessing of the girls.

My plan to leave after that, died with the arrival of Emma, who had spent the night at George’s place. We were standing in their kitchen. She was of course wondering, what I was still or again there. I could just utter a very lame “ehm”, not knowing what to say or do by this point. Anna and Megan though told their housemate about the day before. They were very detailed about it. Telling Emma I had fucked them all afternoon. Which was of course blatantly overstated. I had slept with them, though there were longer pauses for food we ordered and when the girls were just playing with each other, so I could calm down and join the fun again. Read more »

My Craziest Weekend: Part 2 – Saturday [MFF] [long]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/73y0wp/my_craziest_weekend_part_1_friday_mf_long/)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/744fj6/my_craziest_weekend_part_3_sunday_mf_with_extra/)

**Saturday**

Having worked late and fucked even later, I slept till afternoon before I woke up. Emma was already up, but not much longer than me. I wished her a good morning and asked if could shower. She said after the fuck I’d given her it would be rude to decline. I smiled and dressed at least enough to be semi-decent and went to the bath. I showered cold as I liked to do back then. I put my shirt and my boxers back on and went back to Emma’s room to fetch the rest of my clothes. I dressed, grabbed my jacket and went to the kitchen, where I had heard the noise of a coffee machine.

I had somehow assumed we were alone in the house, but to my surprise two girls, whose faces were familiar, but I did not know were standing in the kitchen. A brunette and a black haired girl. Both somewhere around 25 years of age, both in good shape and both in their way attractive. Emma’s friends and housemates I assumed, correctly as I was told after asking. Upon further deliberation I had seen them at the swinger’s club on occasion, but not with Emma. Apparently they were the one’s that had made Emma and George interested in the club, way back when. Their names were Anna, the brunette, and Megan, the black-haired one. They looked a little surprised. So I introduced myself, which elicited some smiles and giggles. Read more »

[F]ive Star A[M]enities at a 3 Star Hotel

I had to travel out of town for a work conference that I really didn’t want to go to. It was a 4 hour presentation and someone had to go, I drew the short straw so that meant I had to catch a flight, check into a hotel, stay the night and fly back immediately after the conference. It was ridiculous but most of my job is so I just sucked it up and went. I booked a flight first thing in the morning which put me at my destination by about 11 a.m.. Stupid, I know, being that check-in wasn’t until 3 p.m. but I didn’t care. I figured I could find somewhere to eat and wait it out until my room was ready if that’s what it came to.

With no checked bags I was at the hotel by 11:30 a.m. with my duffle bag slung over my shoulder and wearing my favorite t-shirt with a pair of dark jeans. It was my favorite t-shirt because, and I say this with zero hubris, it fit my frame perfectly. I got in line bethind a few people who I assume were checking out and waited while I glanced at the 3 girls working the front desk. All of them were very cute and for a few moments I thought about quitting my job and coming to work here if that’s what the staff all looked like. They probably don’t send you to bullshit conferences. After a few minutes it was my turn and a pretty Hispanic girl waived me up to her computer. Read more »