The Most Mind Blowing Sex I’ve (24F) Ever Had [FM]

I was asked to post the whole story here by another redditor and since I got so turned on writing the initial summary of it on another sub, I thought, what the hell ;) Here goes,

I had a whirlwind romance with this guy. I grew up very conservative (despite the fact that I was incredibly sexual and thought about it in theory constantly) and he was my second partner at the age of 23. I was eager to explore everything with him and he gladly guided me through it all. He’s also where I learned how much I loved being sexually submissive, to the point of asking him to use my body however he saw fit. I loved it and worshipped him in the bedroom.

I went to his place, wearing tight jeans and a fitted rosy colored top I knew he loved because it showed the cleavage that I normally kept covered. I was already full of anticipation because I was so inexperienced and eager. We were both excited to change that.

what getting turned on feels like (at least for me[F])[M]

The memories of that weekend still haven’t let go of me… so I kept writing them down.

this is how we got here in the first place: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b17c15/fm_the_one_when_i_went_to_visit_my_ex_again_after/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b17c15/fm_the_one_when_i_went_to_visit_my_ex_again_after/)

I was still at my ex boyfriend’s place, first round of fucking done (see Pt. I) and we had fallen asleep afterwards. Problem is, I tend to have a very light sleep when I am not alone in bed, so at some point a car driving by outside the window made me wake up in the middle of the night, probably around 3am.

I couldn’t get back to sleep and having him lying next to me naked didn’t really help me to relax. I don’t know what woke him up, maybe he just felt me not sleeping, but at some point I turned over, faced him and I found myself staring into his open, glistening eyes looking back at me. I immediately got a bit breathless, realising who I had in front of me and what had happened between us just a few hours ago. We didn’t speak, just lied there watching each other for probably not even a minute, but it felt much longer (normally I am the one seeking eye contact and have people looking away at some point, but he had me losing almost every “stare battle” that weekend, I don’t know, maybe he was just too intense for me).

Endless Possibilities

I’ve spent the last 3 hours prepping for tonight. I’ve exfoliated, shaved, lotioned, did my make up, and stretched. I’m soft,smooth, and wet.

For tonight I decided to wear very little. Black pumps, fish nets, and a robe. You have no idea what I’m going to show up in…you said it was my choice and long as I felt pretty and sexy.

As I drive to your place all I think about is the endless possibilities of what you’re going to do me.

Will you bend me over rip the fishnets and fuck me from behind? Will you tell to lay on my back legs spread so you can eat me out? Will you be rough or gentle? Will you use that toy in me as you fuck my ass? So many possibilities…

Or will I walk in go up the stairs open your door, slide the robe off, get on my knees, take you my mouth, look up at you with these blue eye that drive you crazy, and remind you why you like me me in this position…

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Your ex. (m/f . m-pov)

You are back in your hometown because it’s been too long, and you need to visit family. You get a text from your ex-girlfriend—which is weird because you never talk anymore. She says she heard you are in town and wanted to know if you’d like to get together for a coffee or ‘something.’

You agree to do it because it’s been a long time and you genuinely would love to know how she is doing. You make plans to meet the next day at the pub you used to go to all the time together—you don’t look too much into that because there aren’t very many good places to go.

You arrive first because of course, you are the one who waits for her. She walks into the pub looking more beautiful than you remember. She has a smile that could bring you to your knees—it often did. She’s wearing bright red lipstick and a sundress that delicately drapes over the curves of her hips and breasts. Your heart skips a beat. Did she always look this good?

I had some [F]un in Europe [Part 2]

Thanks for everyone’s appreciation of my last post. I’m glad others enjoyed my story as much I enjoyed reliving it!

I got home from the flight attendant’s house around lunch time and immediately passed out. My legs were shaking and I couldn’t drag myself into the shower to wash off the smell of sex and our combined cum from my body. I woke up around sunset, feeling better than I had felt in the longest time. I checked my phone and saw a message from him, thanking me for an amazing night. Unfortunately I would be leaving the next morning and he was spending time with family that night so I had to go looking for someone new to play with.

Restrained [MF]

Blindfolded. Arms held securely. Completely nude and waiting in bed. You have never felt more vulnerable. You don’t think you have ever been wetter, waiting and wondering what your lover has planned for you. Self consciously you squeeze your legs together, hiding your arousal.

“I was enjoying that view. Spread your legs open. Make it easy for me.” you hear.

You can feel yourself blushing. Slowly you open your legs again.

“Good girl.” you hear. The simple words making your face even more red.

You feel the bed shift as your lover joins you. Unable to see, the sensation of touch is your entire world. Feeling hands on your leg, opening you up more. Fingertips slowly moving up, past your ankle, up your calf, circling your knee before moving further up. First on the top of your leg before moving to the sensitive inside of your thigh. And then slowly, tantalizingly moving up. Closer to your wetness. Making you drip with anticipation.

And then agonizingly moving away. You groan in disappointment. Your hands straining to reach out and pull your lover to you, but you can’t move them.

[MF] Drunkenly hooked up with a girl, but we (used to) absolutely hate each other

I seriously needed to write about this because I have nothing else to do until she’s back, lol.

Some background info first. I’ve known this girl for quite some time, I think for about 6 years now. She was the best friend (I’ll call her Mia) of my buddy’s girlfriend. The girlfriend ended up cheating on him multiple times, this was 4 years ago. When he found out he was obviously pissed and I helped him get back at her. His girlfriend had no remorse and started talking shit about me and my buddy together with Mia, and being total bitches in general. This in return made us absolutely hate them and we became sort of enemies. I was a piece of shit back then and so were they.

Fast forward to the present. Me, my buddy and Mia go to the same college. Mia and ex girlfriend aren’t friends anymore, but we still exchange nasty looks whenever we see each other. We haven’t talked since the break up. Yesterday I went to a party, and I immediately noticed that Mia was there too. I acted like she didn’t exist, but near the end of the party we were one of the few people left and I caught her looking at me. Note that I was pretty damn drunk at this point, and she was too.

Caught [Light BDSM]

My employer was going to be home any minute and I could not find the cat. The cat that I was supposed to be watching. The cat that had just disappeared into thin air when I turned my back to clean the litter box one last time. I was so screwed. I searched each room of the large penthouse apartment meticulously, going in all but one of the rooms. I had been expressly forbidden from my employer’s bedroom. Which suited me just fine, I had no reason to be in there. I searched each room again before ending up standing in front of the bedroom door once again. It was the only room I hadn’t searched, the door had been shut the entire time I was here, but now it was slightly ajar. Maybe it hadn’t been closed all the way and the cat had been able to push it open? My employer wasn’t home yet and a quick search couldn’t hurt. I just wouldn’t touch anything and he would never know. I pushed the door open just a little more and called softly for the cat. When that didn’t do anything, I opened the door wider and flicked on the light.

[M][F]ucking in New York’s Penn Station

Suffice to say, this was pretty public. Sorry my last post was literally a book. I was tired and didn’t edit it down but maybe I’ll work on it and shorten it. It was a hot night of sex. Really don’t bother trying to read it that shit is way. too. fucking. long.

At the time I’m dating Bri. Using fake names, but I’m going to try to be consistent through my stories. Penn Station is one of New York’s 2 biggest train stations. Over 500k people pass through it each day. Granted, on a weekend or later at night it’s not as crowded. But there’s still several thousand people in there. A large chunk of those are cops too.

It wasn’t even that late really. It was a little after 2am and we had missed the “early” train. Coming home to Queens or Long Island from Penn there’s usually 2 trains you can take. An earlier one around 1-2am and a later one after 4am. We had just missed the early train. This place called Roses sells pizza and super large size beers open 24 hours. This should all sound familiar to anyone from NY.

Monstrous Lust: In the Forest of Lust Part I. (Full Story)

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She was lost now, lost though not alone. There was something in these woods, watching her, following her. She dared not scream lest that which lurked in the darkness found her. Scared, she pressed on. Weaving through the forest brush the best she could with only the moon’s dim light showing the way. She needed to hide, that was her only thought and concern. Wait until light before finding her way back to camp, hopefully it would be safer and then whatever is out there would be gone.

She could still feel it, whatever it was is still out there. She did not know, however, if she had succeeded in eluding it at all, or if it had gone after the others instead. Perhaps this quaint attempt to sneak through the dark forest and hide until daylight was in vain. It could be just outside her vision, or perhaps around the next tree. Fear robs one of the ability to think things through.

She crawled into thick brush to hide, and discovered the hollow of a large tree. There she huddled, listening and waiting. The forest was relatively quiet now, but that did not matter. Every sound, be it a leaf or a bug, made her pause in fear that “it” was still out there, still coming for her. Terrified, she stayed until morning light.