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And I need more, I can’t get enough I’m addicted to cock. I’m just so fucking horny and hungry for cock that I can’t get enough of them
I just love thinking about how much I want to suck them and feel them throbbing between my lips
I’ve literally spent my whole day even while at work dreaming and looking at big cocks to fill me up
I was super horny and feeling reckless, you know the kinda horny where your sensibility goes out the window? Well this is one of those times. I had been browsing Reddit all day, all my fwb’s were busy and I couldn’t be bothered going on a dating app date. So I decided to head to a park nearby that had a reputation for…um…outdoor hookups.
I was nervous and not sure what to expect. Probably nothing. But I was in the mood for some excitement and I was curious about the park after dark. I was wearing a sundress with tennis shoes and a cardigan. I didn’t want to look overtly sexy but I wanted something flirty. I arrived at the park. It was dark and quiet. A small creek ran through it, trees lined most of its length and bushes in other parts to keep people from wandering off from any paths. The grass was soft and spongy, the night air warm. I wasn’t sure what to expect.
Part I: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12hlbip/beginning_mf/
This is a sequel I never thought I’d write because it’s dark as hell. I think I wrote part 1 over a year ago [it’s pinned to my profile].
*Time flies when you’re writing about fucking.*
I had a friend in college who I am 99% sure was a sociopath. Am I a psychologist qualified to make that diagnosis? Fuck no. Of course I could be wrong so take what I say with a grain of salt. However, I grew up with a diagnosed sociopath and can usually sense when something is off with the way someone processes emotion. They’re incredibly rare and deceptively friendly. The person in this story is one of two people I’ve encountered who I sincerely suspected of being sociopathic, and I don’t think many people around him noticed.
I don’t usually “name” people in my stories, but for fun let’s call this guy “Patrick Bateman.”
*Yes, I realize the distinction between a psychopath and sociopath, but I found it interesting how much this guy unironically loved the character.*
This is going to be a short one. But I found some messages between me and my old flatmate from when we were living together back in 2017 (feels like a million years ago now) about a guy she was seeing.
I’ll post a screenshot of the texts on my profile.
Looking at it now, I wish I’d told her right there and then that I was going to be listening outside her door. Tell her to be loud and give me a show. I definitely wanted to. But I was far too worried about what she’d say.
Anyway, head on over to my profile to see the messages.
Thanks for reading
Your Voyeuristic Gentleman
Me and my friends arrived at the beach, including my good friend and crush Jess. It was a warm mid-summers day and she arrives wearing a floaty sundress and gives me a warm hug. Jess had long dark brown hair that flowed over her shoulders, her face was beautiful with soft features and a mischievous smile. She was quite slim and had an amazing body, she wasn’t wearing bra or bikini top, as you could see her nipples poking through her sundress slightly.
I am already in my swim shorts, so I lay down my towel and sit for a minute hoping to catch a glimpse of Jess undressing. She faces towards the crashing ocean so nobody could see her and pulls her sundress over her head. She was wearing bikini bottoms but that was it, I could see her soft back with a tan line where her bra straps would be and fantasised about seeing her perky boobs as she turned around. Her ass was incredible and matched her petite figure as it was perky and supple. The fabric of her pink bikini bottoms clutched her ass cheeks, struggling to contain them.
So I went to a new yoga place the other week for the first time. The changing rooms where gender neutral which was a bit odd at the start but I’ve been to swimming pools with a similar open plan layout so it wasn’t that crazy to me.
After the session (it was a hot yoga where they heat the room pretty hot) I went to the changing room again and wanted to take a shower. This is wear I was a little surprised. I was expecting that although the changing rooms were open plan they’d have shower cubicles, but they didn’t. They had a long corridor of showers, with about 6 showers on each side.
By the time I realised I was kind of already in the shower room. I kept my underwear on because I didn’t feel comfortable taking them off and took one of the showers.
The room pretty much filled up after the class with almost a 50/50 split of men and woman, and I swear I was the only one not fully naked 😂
Welcome to part two, and I’m glad to see you enjoyed the first half of this story
So after I nod yes, imposter climbs back into the backseat, which gives me a better view of his outfit. He was wearing a green shirt, with black sweat-shorts, and black vans. He also had a hat on. I don’t know why, but I find it really attractive when guys wear vans and anything sweatpants related, so this was right up my alley. I get in the back with him, and we start making out again. My arms are wrapped around him, as his hands are moving towards my chest and up my shirt. Then his kisses trail from my lips to my neck, where he sucks just enough to live a hickey for me to find the following morning. What makes this even hotter is that we had talked about hickeys on the phone, and to him that means that your his. So at this point I’m melting. Then I start moving my hands downward, and he pulls his dick out for me. I start jerking him off while we keep kissing, and eventually tell him to sit back. I jerk him off for a few more seconds, before putting him in my mouth. He just stares at me while I’m going down on him, and then I remember how much I love giving the tip attention.
“Check it out. She’s asleep.”
I glanced over to my fiancée on the couch next to me. Sure enough, Sadie lay snuggled up against the edge of the sofa dozing peacefully, her head resting on its arm. The light from the television played across her face, making her somewhat intimidatingly beautiful features appear softer, less striking. Even sleeping, she looked heart-stoppingly gorgeous.
“Her mouth’s open,” her best friend Piper said, snickering and nudging me with her elbow.
I stifled a laugh not wanting to disturb her and ruin the image. It made me smile seeing Sadie in such an innocent state with her jaw slack and lips parted. It was quite a natural, pure moment for what was otherwise a very fastidious girl. I was almost tempted to take a picture and capture the adorable moment forever. Until Piper’s next comment turned it from sweet to salacious.
“Do you think she’s dreaming about taking a dick inside of it?”
Hello. I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted a story, but me and that guy broke up and I haven’t had the heart to write more of our sex stories. So this story is not about him, but someone entirely different.
So it’s Wednesday night. My now ex (we’ll call him Zeke) and I are talking about our relationship and how much needs to change before I’m comfortable getting back together with him. Zeke had been treating me horribly for the past few months, and I eventually got fed up and ended it with him. However, he wanted to keep talking while he worked on himself to get me back. I wasn’t too happy about still talking, but wanted to make him happy and give him a chance. Since we’d broken up I downloaded Tinder. He knew this and would constantly tell me his fear of me finding someone else, having my first creampie with someone else, and overall just not wanting to be with him again. I reassured him constantly it wouldn’t happen, because I genuinely didn’t think it would and wasn’t expecting it to. So as I said before, it’s Wednesday and we’re texting. He wants to call me, but I say no since I have laundry to do and he had to go soon anyway. So we said our good nights, and he went to sleep. I checked Tinder since I had just received a notification about a new match, and decided to see who it was. This guy also happened to be named Zeke, but for the sake of the story I’m calling him Imposter. That’s what my friends and I refer to him as so we don’t get confused.