Alone in the movie theater [MF].

I was waiting to meet up with a girl i’ve been seeing that I met on Tinder a few weeks back. We had two dates before this which went well, I was really into her. Luckily being home from school in the summer, I was free all day. We decided on seeing a horror movie around noonish, we were going to meet there in town. I got there first, bought our tickets and waited out front. A few minutes went by and I see her walking from the parking lot. Short Asian girl, dark black hair, petite with a big smile and bright white teeth. She bounced along towards me, not wearing a bra again. I noticed the first time she wasn’t and caught a few glances.

We said our hellos and made it into the theater. We sat in the back, the lights dimmed and the trailers started rolling, not a soul in there with us. She sat close to me, I reached my arm over her shoulder and pulled her in closer. Luckily my cargo shorts hid my boner because I was already getting hard, she smelt like strawberries. The movie started on time without hiccup. About twenty minutes in, still no one was there, I turned to her. I looked at her for a few moments and she looked back, meeting my gaze. She smirked and said “You didn’t think we’d actually watch the movie right?”. Saying no more, I went in for the kiss.

My first time with three [FFM]

[this story is kind of a repost. I wrote it and posted it with my old acct that I deleted because a creep found out who I was and was stalking me a little bit. So I took down all my posts and deleted the acct. Here’s the story again though]

Someone asked me what my first FFM experience was and I told them a shorter version of this story. Retelling it was fun so I thought I’d fill in some details and share it. This is from a few years ago, early in my sex life. The other girl is someone I was best friends with for a long time at that point. I posted once before (wasn’t exactly a sexy story) about how an older guy pressured us into kissing each other once. It was weird at first but we kept doing it and took it quite a bit further. We kind of helped each other through learning about sex and had a lot of fun and intense times together. Naturally, she was involved in a lot of my “firsts”. And her name is Alexis. Hope you enjoy.

Fun With [M]y Escort G[F]

My girlfriend is a sex worker (escort) and she’s always kept the details away from me. Recently she was getting ready to go see a client while texting me about the bad morning that she was having unrelated to that. I jokingly told her that at least she’s about to get laid, and orgasming should cheer her up. She then asked me if she could be honest with me, and when I hesitantly said yes, she told me that this client has never brought her to orgasm, so she doesn’t even get to look forward to that.

 I joked about how she should dress sexier to bring out the best in her clients, so we got into a conversation about what she wears. I never saw any of her escort outfits before so I asked her to show me. She sent me selfies in a very sexy little outfit that looked like something you’d see on some kind of “meet local singles” ad on pornhub. I felt a twinge of jealousy but then it was replaced with arousal. I told her what I would want her to do for me while she wore that for me, and she told me that she gladly will.

Not [F]ucking [M]y best friend, but so close part 1

This is my first ever Reddit post and I wanted to share a close call (or several) that I had with one my closest friends. Hopefully I do this right since I’m a gonewildstories virgin. We’re both married and now strictly friends so I’m keeping out some identifying details.

We met at work and had a pretty instant connection. To paint the picture, I’m in my early thirties, large busted, dark hair, pierced and tattooed, but not heavily so. He’s not my normal type as he’s pretty clean cut but he’s slim, mid thirties, fair, with bright eyes and a great smile. Through some drunken shenanigans, we realized we were both attracted to each other. We would continuously come close to exchanging a kiss, but would pull away at the last minute. After one drunken incident, his wife read some of our texts which while technically harmless did not paint a good picture, so we moved to a chatting and picture sharing app that would erase our messages. Initially, it was so our friendly conversations remained private. We agreed to just be friends but I continued to think about him and what I wanted him to do to me as I touched myself more and more frequently. I thought he had moved past the attraction.

[MF] it hurts when I sit down…

Last night after going to the local bar for a few drinks, I came home with my husband completely smashed. I didn’t intend to get this intoxicated and the alcohol hit me like a truck.

While hubby undid the lock to our door, I undid the clasp to my bra. My shirt was the first to go leaving me in a red tank top that matched my lipstick. I struggled with my combat boots until I finally requested sweetly for help. He took of my boots and kissed up my still clothed legs and helped me with button and zipper. Skinny jeans and alcohol do not mix everyone. Bra lands on the dining room table next and my jeans lie on the mantle. I’m only left in my black lace panties that I know drives my husband wild.

Fantasy Girl [MF]

My hands trembled with each clacking my shoes made across the lobby floor. “I should have changed,” I thought, but leaving from work was the only option. The elevator button light was mesmerizing while I rested so deep in my imagination, wondering what this would be like. The elevator door opening startled me out of my play-by-play and I appropriately pushed the button for floor 69.

Rapping on the door led to a soft invitation from a voice within. She requested that I hang the sign on the door knob, remove my coat and loud shoes, then sit.

My thoughts were moving so fast. I needed to feel the rush of a woman across my body and here I was, gripping the upholstery with my sweaty hands like it was a middle school dance.

She walked out of the bathroom and was not what I was expecting. I’m typically attracted to blondes and assumed, in my play-by-play, she would be blonde… but her hair was dark as the satin robe she wore. She was exotic.

31[F] It’s Super Bowl Sunday. And I’ll probably spend it masturbating…

I call myself an 80/20 girl: 80% of the time I prefer the company of women, but it only works out that way on 20% of encounters.

My first sexual experiences were with girls in the dorm. My ONLY sexual experiences for quite some time were with girls. But I’m still very attracted to men and, honestly, they’re easier to find for commitment-free fun.

But I masturbate to women. At least mostly. And that’s how I found Reddit. My job keeps me on the road most nights and I’m an unrepentant slut that has no problem with one night stands. But some days I get out of the office late and all
I want is a stiff drink, room service, and a couple of orgasms before a good night of sleep.

Hardcore doesn’t interest me. Neither do porn actresses. For the most part I’m all about pop singers and movie stars. Sometimes athletes. Taylor Swift is my all time favorite fantasy. Gal Gadot. Alex Morgan.

I prefer solo pics or videos curated by others so I don’t waste time looking for what’s sexy. Which makes subreddits perfect. And in the last I always stuck to the ones focused on women.

[Mf] [nc] [inc] [preg] “Veri[18f]ication”

Obvious disclaimer: this is purely a work of fiction.

16 years is a tough age to be.

You can finally drive! As if there were that many places to drive to! Small town America has the roads, not the destinations. School sucks. You can’t wait to be done and move on to college. Explore the world. You’re not cut for the rural life. And neither are your friends. Y’all walk up and down the 3 blocks of Historical Downtown dreaming of the lights of New York City. Oh, yes, your friends? Do they actually like you? Will they stick together for life? Or will you lose them in a couple years time? Will you make new ones?

Yes, 16 is a tough age to be. You yearn the touch of the boys. At night. In the dark and the silence. Only the crickets and your hard breathing echoing through the starry sky as you go at it. The blankets rustle like feathers at your soft gentle touch. Then you tense up, and release it all, before falling asleep, finally relaxed. You don’t have a boyfriend. The last one was months ago. He wanted one thing, and he wanted it after buying you the smallest size pop at McDonald’s! Oh the horror! You have almost given up on it. College is when it’s at. You’re not curvaceous, and that’s all the boys want here. Cows and curvaceous girls. As if they couldn’t quite tell cow from human.

[FM] A recent success story for RAOMD. One of my many hookups with fellow redditors.

This story is about a recent hookup, my second with a redditor that I met through an alt account a couple of months ago when I was taking a break from this account and the gone wild stuff. He actually wrote a really sweet success story about our first encounter.
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We met at a hotel on a Friday afternoon. He typically works from home on Fridays so he just brought his work with him. In fact, he was on a conference call when I walked in. I was going to sit and wait patiently. Maybe just read for a bit (I always have a book or something on me lol). But after a few minutes and no end in sight, I decided to be a naughty girl.

Luckily, it wasn’t a video call so I didn’t have to worry about getting him in trouble with work. So I started to slowly strip. Taking my time, peeling off one layer at a time. Until I was down to my sexy bra and panties.

My ex [M] called me [F] & we got a hotel room to finally hash out our desires

Little background. I’m 23 & my ex is 26. We’ll refer to my ex as S. So I’ve been broken up with S for a while now. Almost a year. He got with some girl just a couple months after we broke up.

I haven’t talked to S in over 6 months & I especially wasn’t going to be the one to talk to him first in the new year so when I got a call last night from a number I didn’t know (deleted his number as to keep drunk me from calling him) at about 1 am, I somehow just knew it was him.

S wanted to see me. He had a big fight with his girlfriend & knew that this was the chance he had to make amends with me (he broke up with me lol) while they were fighting & he couldn’t be home.

So S came to my house & we talked. For hours. Eventually we talked about our fantasies & dreams about eachother. We have had some wonderful sex together & have this comfortable yet powerful sexual connection. He looked me in the eyes & asked “have you pegged someone yet? Do you still want to? Do you want to peg me?”