At a friends [22/F] house party, there is loads of people there that i haven't seen since high school, and everyone is having an awesome time, doing shots and telling war stories from first 'real world' jobs. this guy walks in, who my friend knows from the army, i swear it has never happened before but soon as i laid eyes on him my pussy tightened. holy shit this guy was hot. we got introduced and hit it off pretty much straight away, turns out we both live out of town, and staying at my friends house that night and driving home tomorrow. i complimented his tattoos, he complimented my shirt [it was a button down pink checkered shirt, but the buttons were those press stud ones where they all just pop off at once] and asked if i had any tattoos. i said i do, i have two but not for everyones eyes. he got a wicked glint in his own eyes at this point, and i know that look, he wants me. at this point am i so glad i got waxed a few days earlier than planned.
Portia and I (part 2) [m/f]
Hi again! I figured I will tell the rest of my story, thanks to those who encouraged it. This one is uncharacteristically short, but remains one of my favourite memories, and I hope you'll see why!
I hope you have a drink in your hand. Here's to many more stories to come. -W
It couldn't have been any more than a couple of days after my first explosive sexual experience at the hands of two university acquaintances that I, unsurprisingly, began to crave more.
I told Portia at a bar that evening. The two of us had gone from strangers to great friends almost instantly. The way she saw the world, saw men, was just exactly the way I wanted to. The way she reached out and grabbed what she wanted was so enviable. We shared a sense of humour, a taste in men, an opinion of the definition of fun.
It didn't take me long to figure out that the girl was damaged in a way that I didn't really understand. I should have seen it from the very beginning, but I was mesmerised by her control of every situation and person that she came across. She played the world around her like a skilled conductor, and I felt myself quickly turning into the person I perhaps always knew I should have been.
The Asian Massage Parlor: [F]un With A[m]y (with info on how to do it for those interested)
BACKGROUND AND INFO FOR THOSE CONSIDERING TRYING(you can skip of you just want the good stuff): I've been fantasizing about this for years. It's not that I can't get laid, I'm an attractive man in my mid twenties with a girlfriend, I just wanted to experience what it was like. I wanted to get it out of my system, try it once, but I think I may have developed an addiction… The story begins yesterday: a slow day at work meant I had plenty of time to mess around on the internet. My new job pays well and I finally have enough money to splurge on myself. The idea struck me that now was as good a time as any to finally get my happy ending. So, after after some cruising of backpage, I found a place that I thought looked just like what I was looking for. I thought. I call ahead and go there straight from work, telling my girlfriend I need to work late. I get to the place, an unmarked door above a dry cleaner. I'm buzzed in and the lady asks if I've been there before, I say no. She asks if it's my first massage. I reply "yes." I'm both excited and nervous at this point and it shows. She tells me "massage only." I agree, thinking is standard. They're not going to just say "you want a happy ending" the woman takes me info the room, closes the door and I undress. She is in her late 40s, and not really what I was expecting. After an hour back and leg massage she instructs me my time is over. I look disappointed but she implies next time will be better. I pay and leave, very disapointed. "That was a wash" I think, I just wasted $60. I decided I had my experience, it wasn't what I expected, I tried and failed and that's was it… at least until that night. Unable to sleep, I decide to dig deaper, do some research. Reddit had some great information, and I discovered a nifty web site dedicated to erotic massage parlors:RubMap. They show reviews of places and what they offer. The sheer volume of places within 10 miles of me was astounding. I couldn't believe it. I narrow my search to places within 20 minutes of me and there are hundreds (I live and work north of NYC.) I then narrow my search. I decide if I'm going to do this, I want a place that offers a variety of services. I find a place with a great rating. The free version of the site only shows reviews from a few years ago,and I want to see the recent reviews, so I pay the $15 for a 1 month membership. The reviews are all positive, and I decide this is the place to go. I also did some research on how to go about asking for things, and how to behave. It is important to be confident, don't act nervous, don't ask about anything sexual before the massage starts and never tell them its your first "massage," unless you want to waste $60 on mediocre back rub.
[M]y [F]irst ti[M] was a threesome.
Hi reddit, I’ve been a long time lurker of Gonewildstories and since I had a little extra time I thought I would post the story of my first time having sex. This happened a little less than 2 years ago and this is my first time posting anything like this so any comments/critiques are more than welcome. Grammar is not my strong suit so I’m apologizing right away if I miss anything after posting. I’ll also be separating the different sections so those who want to dive right in can.
Back Story/Intro
It's hard to really start at one specific place for my story so I'll introduce myself and the people involved so there won't be any confusion later on. The names of those involved have been changed and this is my alternate account so as not to attract the attentions of my friends who browse reddit. To describe myself I’d say I’m a rather average height standing at 6’0” tall and a rather husky fellow. The two involved with this sexcapade were my friend Matt (22) and his hook up buddy Andrea (27). Matt is shorter than average standing around 5’4” to 5’7” but otherwise a rather average guy with a little bit of muscle. Andrea was a little bit taller than him but average height. She was very skinny but not too skinny, with B cup tits and a decent ass. There's a little bit of backstory so keep that in mind if you have stuck with me thus far.
Testament of how I spent my Bachelor Party fucking my best gal pal who was also my Best Man [M/F]
Earlier this summer I was the male maid of honor at my best friends wedding. Over the course of the weekend I went on a sexual bender and buggered every bridesmaid and a wedding planner. I wrote about it.
However years before… the bride was the best man in my wedding. A complete clusterfuck of a wedding that luckily never came to fruition. However before it was called off there was a bachelor party in Reno and things got dirty. This is the true story.
Two nights before I left for Reno when I get a text message from Ellen, my best man:
Marianne is out.
Meri is a good friend of ours. The last in a long line of old chums to drop out of this trip. It’s a bummer.
Now it’s just Casey, Micah, my sister, and Hillary…
This is a list of the most boring people on earth and my best man knows it. Family friends, cousins, and her sister who is underage which makes no fucking sense as to why she’s going to Reno at all.
They’ll all be in bed by midnight so we’ll just go out and party together?
[F]un with a Tinder Date in [M]y Car
This is my first attempt at writing anything remotely sexual but after reading stories on here for far too long I thought I would write down one of my many stories. So if this goes as planned there should be more to follow.
This story starts with me getting a buzz from my phone, and recognizing that as a tinder notification made me check it instantly. It was a match from a girl we shall call Katie (because that’s her name) and while I was smiling to myself about the hot girl that I matched with Katie sent me a message, which is always a good sign. Katie had a great profile, she was just my type, blonde hair, blue eyes with a gorgeous smile and the bikini shots showed off her slim tanned body amazingly well. As for myself I say I’m fairly attractive, stand 6 ft tall with an athletic build from playing sport all my life, short dark hair, blue eyes with a clean shaven face that isn’t half bad. So we instantly hit it off as we work in similar industries (I’m a bartender she’s a waitress) and are both students at the same college. We were talking about what we were having for dinner and both of us were craving pizza so I offered to bring some round. We ended up deciding to enjoy it while parked at a great look out overlooking the sea.
Who knew balls could make me so Wet? My birthday Hotel adventure. [F/M]
Upon request, here's another fun/humor filled story that's also hot and sexy as well. Don't worry to those that like the naughty parts, they are at the end mixed in with the funny parts.
I know this sounds like an OkCupid profile but bare with me. I'm 31, 5'5, bright green eyes, medium length dark-blonde hair. My gene-pool lottery gave me a winning pear shaped body complete with curvy hips and a bouncy cute ass. I lost on the small breast/fat nipple drawing. Grrrr annnnd moving on. I jokingly refer to myself as an Alexia Bledel's stunt double if she put on 40 lbs and had freckles. I'm more curvy and portioned but happy with my figure.
Ok, that out of the way, my Gonewild story starts a few years ago on my 29th birthday. My two best friends took me on a roadtrip but I didn't want to go. 6hours and a sore back later, we arrived at our hotel. We didn't even get the Ocean View like we were promised. Instead, we are looking at bushes and shrubs in much need of a pruning, stunning view of the fence and the crest of the grassy hill that over-looks that very lovely ocean view we were promised. I had a massive headache at this point and going out to drink just did not sound appealing.
Step[m]om In[f]idelity
So a couple years ago, I got married to a guy. He had pursued me for some time until I finally relented. We dated a handful of weeks until he popped the question, and I said yes. Maybe greedily, as I was less interested in him and more interested in the support having him in my life would give me. So when I was about 32 I moved into his house. It was a nice, a two story house on the water where his boat was docked. I’d spend a lot of time there alone as he’d leave on business for several days at time to New York. So this guy I married had a son, named Nick – you can probably see where this is going. I have no idea how old Nick was, but he was cute, and in college when I met him, and as far I knew single. Nick used to come stay there sometimes, he had his own guest bedroom down the hall from mine. We never had much to say to each other, he was mostly just in and out between semesters at college, and usually when his dad was there anyways.
First Erotic Story: Becoming His Slut [mf]
I felt woozy and my head was heavy. I blinked, my eyes darting around the unfamiliar room, when suddenly I realised I was unable to move. My hands were raised above me and tied to the ceiling whilst my ankles were shackled to the floor, keeping me upright.
I groaned in dismay as I became fully aware my clothes were gone and the coolness of the room had caused my nipples to erect and stand proudly to attention.
Escape from these bindings was futile but I tried anyway, twisting and yanking at the rope fastening my hands together, but it was no use; I was trapped. I looked around the room again, hoping to spot a way out and trying to find some indication of where I was. A small light in the corner dimly lit the shadows around me and it seemed like someone’s basement. I stilled as I heard footsteps approaching and a larger, brighter light lit the room. My eyes widened at the sight in front of me as the items sharing the room with me became illuminated. These items looked like medieval torture devices and included racks and cages as well as whips, floggers and canes lining the walls. In the far corner, one of these cages contained another girl who was also naked.
A lot of (f)irsts with a stange (m)an from craigslist [Part 2]
So we were back in my room and he told me to lie down, with my head at the bed's edge. Being the porn afficionado, I am, I assumed he was going to face fuck me, but instead he decided to play with my pussy some more. It was almost like he couldn't get enough of it, and this alone made me unbearably horny.
I complained that his cock was out of my reach, and he responded by pulling me off the bed and gruffly telling me to face away from him, arch my back and spread my ass cheeks for him. When he felt my arch wasn't pronounced enough, he positioned his foot on my neck and nudged me down, held down briefly like that. That alone made me gush, and he commented on how wet I was. He was pretty good at dirty talk, and he intuitively knew what kinds of things would set me off. His comments ranged from shaming me, 'What would all your friends and family think if they knew you've been craving being fucked by a slut by a strange man from the internet?' 'I think I'll take pictures and send them these images of you bent over, spreading for me like a good little slut' to appreciative comments like, 'Oh my god that is the most perfect little asshole I have ever seen' 'Your pussy is so fucking delicious'. Meanwhile all I could manage at this point were moans and yelps… All of these comments were made while he buried his face in my ass and pussy, slurping all my juices up. I thought I'd pass out.