In the bathroom at the bar [M35ish/F22ish]

Resubmitted because I something seemed to go wrong last time. With writing my last, first post, I’ve realized writing up sexual memories is quite fun (but it’s harder than I thought to put your experiences and emotions into words). The overall positive feedback certainly helps, thank you for that. This happened two years back, and turned out shorter (it all happened in the space of a couple of hours).

I have an old friend that I studied with, who is pursuing a big-money career in London. Every time he visits back “home” inevitably means a night out with the old gang, those essentially being the only occasions I see anyone in that group. It’s nice to see them, but there’s a fine line between talking about what’s going on in your life and bragging, especially among guys In their 30s. Read more »

Embarking on a new (con)quest – Part 2 (F/M)

As I mentioned in the previous part of this story (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/45m1wg/embarking_on_a_new_conquest_part_1_fm/), I was left feeling pretty horny after my early morning wake-up call – although I was somewhat glad I didn’t turn down the opportunity to be eaten out dressed as Asuna from Sword Art Online (http://i.imgur.com/cmaSM71.jpg) within an hour of donning that outfit for the first time, I couldn’t pretend that I didn’t want more.

Luckily, I’d had another fruitful Tinder match the night before – another guy in his late 20s, and a tall, blonde-haired and good-looking man who I’d spent some time talking to and gotten on great with. He was also more than a little enamoured when he learned what cosplay I’d be wearing on the day of the event, and as it became clear that my early morning encounter would be nothing more than a quick affair, my plans with this second guy became more of a “main course”. Read more »

[MF] At the movies with the ol’ ball and chain [free movie!] [under-the-cover public] [in memoriam?] [ministry of vice and virtue involved] [get out of jail card!]

This happened a bit more than 4 years ago. My late wife somehow scored free tickets to Mr. Popper’s Penguins; she was working for a radio-station conglomerate, and probably got it as part of a trade packet (the cinema company gets air time in exchange for a number of tickets).

Now, these tickets aren’t anything to sneeze at. They were for Premiere Class seating; for the equivalent of about USD50.00, you’re given a *full-size leather love-seat, complete with holders and privacy screens, feet of space between seats, and six seats in a fully-decked-out mini-theater*. You also had the rare option of either engaging the catering service or taking outside food in.. we chose the latter option, and you have *not* lived until you’ve brought in a full Chili’s food package into a theater.

We both knew the movie would suck balls (we didn’t have choice of movie, alas), but one reason why I married my wife was because she had her head screwed on the same way I did.. if you could bring in outside food, what’ll stop you from bringing in a blanket and some small pillows? Read more »

I’m sorry for being a bitch.

I rent a room in an old three-story house along with several other college students. There are only two rooms in the attic, one is mine, and the other is currently rented by a new freshman since last August. Let’s name him, Nerd. That’s what I call him anyway. He’s kind of an awkward guy and I never really respected him.

As you guys probably know, it was the Superbowl last week and we threw an insane party. Everyone got drunk and near the end of the party we decided to play Truth or Dare when there was only about 14 people left. Unfortunately, one drunk guy decided to have Nerd join in as well.

So we played Truth or Dare and the typical perverted shenanigans ensued. When it was Nerd’s turn to spin the bottle, it landed on me, and I decided to pick dare. “Oohhhh, sheeeeet!”, “Tell her to suck your dick”, “Tap that ass mothafuckaaaaa”, etc. etc. Those were just some of the comments that all the drunk clowns suggested to Nerd.

Nerd was all red and nervous and finally blurted out “I dare you to strip naked.” Read more »

My [F]irst story … A[ff+f]ter the Halloween Party

*I’ve been, shall I say, enjoying the literature here for quite a while. I figured I was long overdue to start doing my part. Any feedback will be gladly appreciated.*

I don’t even know where to begin. The night itself is still something of a jumble thanks to the cider and punch I had helped myself to more than my fair share of. But at least I was in better shape than Emma. She certainly wasn’t my date to the party. After all, it was at her sister Laura’s house, and Laura and I knew each other a lot better than Emma and I did, but somehow keeping an eye on Emma became my responsibility. In any case, Emma, Laura and I are the major players in what unfolded, so I should probably start there. Read more »

[mf] maid service

14 year old Johnny Walker was the one and only son of the business magnate Steven Walker. Their family, in all regards, was rich. They lived in a fancy mansion, drove expensive cars, and had maids to do all the house work. Unfortunately for Johnny, Mr Walker believed that boys and girls should not be schooled together; going to a co-ed school would only cause trouble. And so, Johnny went to an all boys boarding school, barred from any contact with girls. This left him very, very horny. For hours and hours every week, Johnny would spend his time locked in his room, rubbing his massive cock until he came. But his right hand would not satisfy his burning desire; he longed for something real. Little did he know that today would be the day. Read more »

First time sharing my wife

“Would you like me too? Really?”

My wife Anna and I had been married 11 years before she first brought up the idea of her having sex with someone else outside of the bedroom. We had a robust fantasy life, dirty whispers to each other when the lights were off about making her a slut, sharing her with other men. But for the first time, she was talking about it out of the bedroom, lights on, full daylight over a leisurely breakfast, coffee in hand.

It didn’t bother me. On the contrary, I felt the tickle of butterflies in my stomach, the same thrill I felt when we were first dating, as she told me she would consider doing it for real if I was into it. Her eyes locked with mine over the steam from her fresh cup of
coffee, sexy and alive, challenging me to match her boldness. She was naked under her slip and I could just make out the outline of her breasts against the purple silk, the hardness of her nipples. I felt my throat suddenly go dry.

“Yes”, I said.

She smiled. “Good. I want to. And I want you to watch.” Read more »

Thursday of my[F] sluttiest week, my first threeway(MFM)

My last post(the start of the whole story) https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/450qeu/fmmm_the_sluttiest_week_of_my_life/

Thursday-the threeway

Late on Wednesday night after my experience with Jack I was all kinds of emotional, I felt happy, ashamed, excited, a little sad, but exhilarated by my time. I kik’d with Jack some more and decided we would actually meet up and I could stay with him at his place Friday through Sunday, we started exchanging pictures when I got a message from Mike. It was something along the lines of “I know this is weird but my roommate keeps talking about you” so we started talking and I told him about my fantasy of being double teamed. He told me that he would talk to his roommate. Read more »

Strange Love: Johnathan & Valentina [MF][light bondage][LOVE]

I return to my husband after a six month separation and his solution to saving our marriage is to take me on a Caribbean holiday. And then, when things don’t go his way, he handcuffs me to him as I sleep. The look on the staff’s face was priceless as we opened the door, handcuffed to each other to receive our breakfast tray. I was quiet at the breakfast table set up on our private balcony overlooking the sea as Johnathan read the news on his tablet. He finally put it down to look at me.

“I’m sorry about last night,” he said. “You’re frustrating the hell out of me. I don’t know what you want.”

“A divorce.”

“Not going to happen. Bad for business.”

I rolled my eyes until they settled on wave runners zooming by in the choppy sea. I looked down at the handcuffs and yanked his wrist. He yanked it back.

I asked, “How long are we going to stay handcuffed to each other?”

“As long as it takes.”

I sipped my coffee, nibbled on toast and relaxed in my chair letting the warm sun ease away my tension. Read more »

Prostitution and art of servicing the low grade manipulator.

Bill works in sales. He’s a long time user of prostitutes and a regular customer of the agency I work for, so he fancies himself as a savvy consumer.

I mention that he works in sales because it’s the most significant thing about him. In fact everything with Bill is a negotiation, everything is a battle of wills.

The management came very close to dropping Bill as a client on several occasions (for various reasons). The main reason they didn’t, is because while Bill himself isn’t particularly wealthy, he has referred a number of wealthy clients.

However despite that he’s always threading that line that if he crossed would end up with the agency cutting him off.

The biggest thing with Bill is that girls finish a booking with him, regretting that they agreed to do certain things. While someone might agree to do something with Bill at the time, later reflection can often bring a combination of WTF, regret, and anger.

So there’s only a few girls that the agency will now send for outcalls with Bill and I’m one of them. I do them largely because I get to pick when I go, rather than sitting around in one of the agency apartments waiting for a booking. Read more »