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Hi all — if this is not allowed, feel free to delete.
I was hoping to have someone write a custom erotic story for me that is based on an event that happened in real life. I want to relive it. If any authors are open to that, feel free to message me. Thank you so much!!
Hi, I’m Andrea or Ann, whichever you prefer :)
I usually keep this stuff in my personal journal but my latest escapade might be exciting enough to post here! Please excuse some of the weirdness and incongruity that might appear, I’m essentially editing together multiple journal entries from different days into one big chunk!
I work in a downtown space that shares buildings with a bunch of other companies so there’s always lots of people around. So I know a few people, recognize a *bunch* of people, but am only familiar with a small group.
ANYWAYS. Who cares.
Just before the virus got really scary, I ran into a new guy at the building that I was *immediately* attracted to. Right away he was bantering back and forth with an easy confidence. Such a turn on. I razzed him about the tie he was wearing and he just immediately played it up and we laughed together. He asked me if I wanted to have lunch with him. Too bad, since I was already having lunch with my mom that day.
Laura woke up from nice dream. Well, it actually was an intense one since she woke up sweating. In this dream she was being touched by someone but how hard she tried, she could never make out who it was. The strong hands did make her feel so good so at a certain moment, she just let go and enjoyed the things the hands did. She was getting all worked up in the dream, but before she could get that release her body was craving, she woke up. Now she had some sexual urges pent up and had to go to school. Right before she got ready to dress up, she remembered the assignment she was given. She would have to open up all buttons in class this time. No professional teacher would do that in her class. Probably not even the slutty ones, but now Laura was being pushed to do that very thing.
[I hate writing notes at the beginning of stories, but this one is important. Before you write a transphobic comment questioning or joking about Ben’s gender – don’t. Just don’t. Trans men are men. Trans women are women. Transphobia and/or fetishization will not be tolerated in the comments. I’ll be monitoring them closely, and I will block and report you faster than you can say “[J.K. Rowling](https://www.thetrevorproject.org/2020/06/08/daniel-radcliffe-responds-to-j-k-rowlings-tweets-on-gender-identity/).” Happy to answer questions if they are politely phrased and coming from a place of genuine curiosity, but you have to remember that I am not trans, and I am not representing the trans community. [Here](https://www.thetrevorproject.org/resources/trevor-support-center/a-guide-to-being-an-ally-to-transgender-and-nonbinary-youth/) is a good introduction to being an ally to trans and nonbinary people. Enjoy the story!]
From the moment I met Ben, I thought he was hot as fuck. He wasn’t much taller than I was, but he oozed confidence with every smile. It helped that he always dressed like a French author on a jaunt on the Riviera and generally looked as if he belonged in a black and white film with a cigarette dangling from his lips and a typewriter in front of him. His short blond hair was always coifed, his scruff impeccably trimmed. I wanted to cut my lips on his jawline.
I tapped a button on my laptop, then swung my head in time with the music that began to play in response. A soundtrack from my favourite game, and I hummed along, singing to myself as I clicked fire from the hob and poured oil into a wok.
*Where have you been~ Been searching all along~*
I flipped over the bowl of chopped vegetables, dumping them straight into the pan. Sizzling filled the air, along with the smell of onions, peppers and garlic. I tossed the mixture, let it settle, repeated the process until everything browned. A dash of soy sauce, a splash of sherry; the sizzle became a bubble, the smell more complex. Perfect.
“Jake!” I screamed. “Dinner!”
He didn’t reply, so I turned down the heat, drained the noodles and set off upstairs. Jake had been quiet of late. To tell the truth, I’d barely seen him. Not that we knew each other well, we’d only been living together for a month. He liked sports, running around, outdoorsy things; I liked videogames and sewing. As far as I knew the only things we shared were financial troubles and a need for a new housemate. Even so, I’d noticed that as of a week ago he’d started spending more time alone in his room. Cramming, maybe. Or an internet girlfriend. No reason to miss dinner.
“The boys,” Raquel called them affectionately. “I’m off to see the boys,” she’d tell her roommate, or “The boys and I are going to smoke a bowl and watch TV.” When she talked about them to others they were never Mike, Andre, Kevin, or Tim, for although Tim had been her friend first, now she rarely spent time with them individually; instead they were a sort of collective entity of weed and good-natured dumbassery. Mike was a bigger guy, with a short, scruffy beard and a generous belly, who had strong feelings about sports. Andre, whose thin locs were generally held back with a bandana, was deeply sardonic, but he was always thinking of others and making sure there were adequate snacks. Kevin, a slim, nerdy sort with thick-rimmed black glasses and black hair which he usually kept buzzed, was the main provisioner of weed, which he bought at a discounted rate from his ex-boyfriend. Tim, her longtime friend, was hot-tempered and the most likely to pick a fight with the others, but on his best nights he’d bring out his guitar and play whatever songs people wanted to hear.
I always knew he wanted to be the first guy in my ass. He never pressured, but he certainly made no secret of his lustful desires. I must admit, I got turned on at the thought of having him in my ass. I just didn’t think my virgin ass could handle his cock.
But I decided to give it a try.
A faint creak escaped as James clambered on the bed. I felt a slight dip in the mattress as he shifted into position behind me. I trembled in anticipation as I heard the pop of the lid. After a few seconds, it shut close with a click.
“Oh!” I startled as he spread the surprisingly cold lube in and around my asshole with his thumb. His other hand was used to lather his cock in preparation.
“Go very, very slow,” I warned him.
“I will,” he replied, as his right hand embraced the curve of my waist. “You look so fucking hot right now!”
Tenderly, he pulled my body slightly closer to him. He stopped just as the head of his cock started to press against my ass cheeks.
(Welcome to the Saga of Sally! This is the story of my relationship with a girl called Sally. I recommend you start from the [start](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hsqikr/mf_the_saga_of_sally_cumstained_jeans/) – each piece will link you to next part at the end.
A brief reminder what Sally looks like (there’s a reference photo in the first part): she’s a pocket rocket, thick, redhead tomboyish girl, with an hourglass figure and the thickest ass this side of the Equator according to the Guinness Book of Records inside my head.)
You’re all eager for the next part of these memories. I’ll start with the juicy stuff right away: the Nokia 3310. What a fucking phone that was. I’m sure some of you reading this will only know it as a meme phone, an indestructible machine that could not be beaten but for readers who are my contemporaries you know how this changed the game. The Fucking Game in particular. You could now conveniently message your booty calls and then play Snake while waiting for them. It was a new world. As long as I’m not getting my dates mixed up (which I might be – I’m sorry if you want precise accuracy my memories aren’t that good – I’m working from long ago), both Sally and I had one soon after they came out which was only a couple of months or so before the cum-stained jeans incident. I have a feeling they were expensive when they came out but Sally’s parents were loaded and bought her one. My father was loaded *and* absence often so got me one out of guilt. We had messaged each other plenty in the last month or so, but now Sally was blowing up my phone with messages.
It was my 19th birthday and we decided to have a dorm party. Which basically meant we were all going to get more drunk than we did on an average Friday night with a few more people over. There were around 20 of us hanging out.
I was sitting on the couch next to Jake, my FWB at the time. I had on a pair of loose athletic shorts and a tank top. Jake had on sweatpants and a t-shirt. It was a bit chilly so I grabbed a blanket from my room.
Jake’s hands were under the blanket running up and down my thighs. I was stroking Jake’s hard cock through his sweatpants. As we got drunker, Jake slid his hand under my shorts and started fingering me. Gently at first, just teasing my slit. Then his fingers were deep in my pussy and my hand was inside his pants and wrapped around his cock. The whole time, people were coming up to me telling me happy birthday and I had to remain composed and make small talk.
Hello folks of the sub! It’s officially time for another crazy sexual story by yours truly, the Italian quadriplegic and his always-ready dick.
If you need any context on myself, my spinal cord injury or my always-ready dick I suggest you read my last entry on the sub, about my new caregiver giving me a handjob ([https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fdkwfs/m_italian_quadriplegic_getting_a_handjob_by_his/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fdkwfs/m_italian_quadriplegic_getting_a_handjob_by_his/)).
But let’s just jump right into it! Today’s story involves a 37 years old married milf who happens to live with her husband and two children just down the road from my house. They moved from a nearby town about 5 years ago, and we have stumbled upon each other quite a few times ever since.
She has immediately caught my attention, and you will agree with me on to why as I describe her to you. She is a redhead, with light freckled skin and long legs. Slim figure, classy attire and high heel décolletés to complete every single outfit I’ve ever seen her in. Rich and bored, she is basically the Italian version of the Beverly Hills soccer mom I’ve always dreamt of having sex with (do Beverly Hills soccer mom even exist?).