[MF] Married Woman Matched In Tinder And Became My Slut

We have been sexting a lot lately. Everything started with Tinder.

We matched and shared our numbers soon and it was all sexting and sex-calls. She was naive and needed an introduction to these sexual fantasies.

But once she was in, she got hooked to it. The fantasies, the dirty talk, the stimulation to be fucked by another man and in ways she never even fantasized of – she realized what all she had been missing.

She was married with kids. Been with 2 guys in total. Elder than me. But she looked nothing more than just in her early 30s. Once I saw her figure, her ass would curve out of her hips like those Latina women. I can imagine her walking and men ogling at her curves imagining how great it would be to strip her naked and fuck her from behind.Her husband was a businessman and would be in town only on weekends. It was that loneliness that made her try Tinder.

After a couple of weeks of sexting on WhatsApp, and talking dirty over the phone, we started getting more comfortable with each other. So much that we would imagine ourselves at her apartment. She even told me that the exact time I can visit her place so that no one would know. Read more »

Lie, Lie, Truth – An intense game of temptation [mini story]

My skirt lies at your feet, a feeble shrine to the words hanging thick between us. You look past me, out the window at the blue sky. I watch the flicker of your pupils as you track the clouds.

You whisper the lie again. “I don’t want you.”

I tug at the hem of my shirt, a cage of cotton and polyester, scrunching the front into a knot above my pubic line. You squint in resistance, refusing to be distracted by the movement of flesh and fabric.

“Closer now,” I whisper to the freckles on your nose. You move closer, careful not to look, to touch. Careful not to break the rules.

“Look at my face.”

You look, eyes snapping to mine at the command.

“Sit.” You sit, naked and cross-legged on the floor. You stare up past my bare lower half, maintaining eye contact. Maintaining play.

“Say it again.”

“I don’t want you.” A lick of your lips betrays the lie. The lie that is crucial to the game. You resist the temptation to peek below my naked waist. Read more »

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[MF] The Road Where I Fucked an Ex-Girlfriend in the Backseat of a Two-Door Hatchback

*This is my first time trying this ever, and hopefully it isn’t too long. Open to feedback. Wanted to share something in return for lots of other people posting great stories.*

Most people can relate. Sometimes you date someone who is, to put it as plainly and kindly as possible, crazy. There’s something there, it seems like love, but when it comes down to it, the sex is what’s really keep you together. That was Kate.

This was during the summer of my final days of college. She was just barely 21 while I was almost four years older. She was my younger woman, or at least the youngest girl I’ve ever dated in terms of age difference. A suburban blond girl who rolled with the in-crowd in high school. Bleached her hair a little too much but always made it look good. Never liked being seen without makeup and constantly worried about it being impeccable.

Needy but self-sufficient. Liked the music I didn’t like, watched the TV shows that I hated. Intelligent from her book smarts, but not in the same frame of mind as me when it comes to common sense. Always calling me a nerd while being asked to be referred to as a princess. Read more »

Ruby…a grief-stricken woman finds connection and relief with a stranger. FF

I was tipsy on the dance floor among other writhing bodies, the music so loud my chest was thumping to the bass. I loved this, loved being a stranger. Even to myself. I wasn’t that girl who lost her bestest, Molly, who had been by her side for days on end, hoping, wishing and praying for something to turn around after what would turn out to be a successful suicide attempt.

This girl was staring at me from a corner on the dance floor. I felt her first and when I looked up, she was swinging her hips to the beat, her arms, moving overhead in a fluid manner. She sparkled. She was lit from the inside out. I was mesmerized by her. Chills ran down my thighs as she approached me.

“May I dance with you?” her lilting voice yelled over the music.

“Please.” I stepped closer, my knees knocking against hers and she placed a leg between mine, a hand clasping the back of my neck, another on my chest, just above the swell of my breast, a grin spreading across her face. I inhaled her sandalwood scent mixed with some kind of floral shampoo. I pulled her closer. I wanted her with a selfish desire that could eat her whole. Read more »

[first story] [M/F] [fetish] The secluded cottage.

You’re coming up for a couple days to visit the city. You take the train and i offer to pick you up and take you to your hotel. When you get off the train, you emerge in a button down and shorts, with a messenger bag. You walk into the station and find me, in a short black dress, knee high socks, and flats, holding a sign that has your name on it. You laugh and move in for a hug. You feel my arms start on you upper back and move to your lower back, and I whisper in your ear “it’s been too long baby”, and I press my body into yours. I grab you hand and lead you to my car, and I feel your hand grab my ass, I turn around immediately and say “don’t get too excited, or else you won’t get what you really want”. You smirk and oblige, and we get in my car, I turn to you and say “I forgot to mention, we need to take a pit stop before I take you to your hotel, I hope you don’t mind” you think to yourself for a minute and smirk again “what am I going to get out of this pit stop?” I grab your upper thigh and wink. Read more »

My Lolita [MF] [long]

This is my gone wild story. Unlike most of the stories on here, this one is actually true. It really happened to me. And I created this account for the sole purpose of sharing it with all of you.

Last December, I started talking to a girl here on Reddit. Now, before I go any further, let me state for the record that I am married, in my mid-thirties, and wasn’t online that night looking for trouble. My wife was out of town that weekend, and I was just passing the time.

I’ve always had a thing for latin girls. This particular night, I saw a post from a girl and she pushed all my buttons. She was every private fantasy I’d ever had, all wrapped up into one cute little package. She was a 20 year old Latina college student, with braces, dark hair and skin, and an amazing ass. Did I mention she had an amazing ass? Her room even looked like a little girl’s room; pink walls and stuffed animals, the whole nine yards. She totally played it up. She looked like jailbait honestly, and she knew it. She also was into ‘daddy’ play and the dd/lg lifestyle (see r/littlespace for more info). Now, I’ve always liked being called ‘daddy’, it’s something I’ve been into for awhile, but I never knew there was a label for it until I met her. It’s safe to say that I became obsessed with her immediately. I decided to send her a private message thanking her for her posts, to say that I’m glad she introduced me to dd/lg, and to ask her how long had she been into it. Read more »

Coachella gone wild [FM]

So this story takes place last year, the first time I went to Coachella, but, I’m already planning on going back for sure and have my tickets. Anyways, I’d been talking about going with my co-worker, we jokingly call each other our work hubby and work wife, we work in a pretty boring office and we’re the youngest by far, like 20 years younger than the next group, I just finished college. The place is pretty uptight, so we tease each other and have a good time.

So, my co-worker Tom tells me he got me a ticket – he just got out of a relationship and was pretty down, I think the ticket was his gf’s but he never brought it up. Anyways, he says he will take care of everything, all I have to do is showup and have fun. And I’m all about that, you can’t beat that offer.

Tom and I never really had serious chemistry and he was always with his gf, so we had more of a bro sis vibe going on the whole time we worked together. Which was fine with me cause I also had a bf most of the time, but him and I were kind of on and off, so I didn’t feel any issues with going to Coachella with him. Read more »

Early days in college [Group]

This is a very long story about a time in college where I went skinny dipping with the RA and another guy with my roommate. Shenanigans ensued.

My freshman year of college, I was invited over to my RA’s room to have some drinks on a weekend. The school I went to cleared out every weekend because a majority of students lived about an hour away, so they all went home to do laundry and get real food. My mom had moved recently and was now all the way across the country. So, I never went home anymore. My RA, Kyle was the same way, he was Canadian and never went home, so we did a lot of drinking on the weekends. He was older, 24 or 25, and I had just turned 18 and had been at college for about two months at that point.

This weekend was a bit different because my roommate, who I’d known since I was in first grade, decided not to go home so we could hang out all weekend – which was awesome cause I’d been pretty depressed lately and had just broken up with my HS boyfriend. Read more »

The show and shine [MF]

First a little about be me, I’m average pretty much every way you look at it. I’m 6’1 , 185lbs with brown hair and brown eyes and even an extraordinarily average 6″ penis.

She is a year younger then I am and was working at the local radio station as the summer girl. We had met a few times, she had worked with my mother, but had never traded anything other then obligatory “how’s it going?” Small towns pretty much require. She was cute, short, maybe 5’2 and a little chubby. Her hair was medium length reddish brown and her eyes were blue with a small fleck of brown, a few freckles sprinkled her nose. Her name was Janelle. Read more »

Exploring my dominant side: the jealous girl from class, Part III – fulfilling her fantasies [MF]

This is the continuation of previous stories where I was basically entering into a FWB relationship with Phoebe, a girl in my program in grad school. Phoebe had a long distance boyfriend, and I had initially felt guilty about fucking her, but I justified it to myself by saying it was her choosing to cheat not me (that one is a really shitty justification, looking back), and also by the fact that Phoebe was incredibly sexy and I loved the way that fucking her made me feel. A disclaimer: I now recognize that what I was doing was wrong, any description of my mental state is just showing what I was thinking at the time.

See, [the first time we fucked](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/61jafh/exploring_my_dominant_side_the_jealous_girl_from/?st=j0sqqrtm&sh=bbf524ab), I was so angry with her that I accidentally tried out some dominant/submissive stuff, and I was spurred on by the fact that Phoebe seemed to really, really enjoy it that way. After [we fucked in the last story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/61oc4t/exploring_my_dominant_side_the_jealous_girl_from/?st=j0sqrbys&sh=efed263a), I ordered her, whenever she masturbated, to think of me, not her boyfriend, and to text me after exactly what she thought about, and I would come over and do it to her. Read more »