Four years since I’ve seen you.

Four years since we broke up. Four years since we slept together. Two years since I’ve seen you. I loved you. I hated you. I love you. I hate you.

We were each others firsts to escape the boring vanilla world. Though *tame* at the time, you liked you hair pulled, your ass spanked and to be fucked hard.

It’s our friends wedding. I’m there, you’re there. We go outside, we get to talking. You are skinnier (I liked your curves) You cut your hair (I liked when you put it in a ponytail so I could pull it) We talk about the bad stuff, we’ve grown, we’ve evolved. We try remember the good times. They were good.

“There was one thing we were always good at together” – she said while cracking a cheeky smile. “We did that a lot” – I replied. We both laugh. Though the conversation is good, the tension is still there. There was a lot put into this but there is still some hatred there. At this point I’m thinking I need to fuck her and I know she is thinking this too. Fuck she looks so hot in her red dress.

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Fucked by an out-of-town stranger in a quiet alley [FM]

On mobile so I apologise if formatting is shit. This happened a few months ago, on a night out with some guy friends. We were at the club for a uni party, and I was dancing (more like full-on grinding, honestly) and making out with random guys on the dance floor. After some time, my friends were bored and wanted to leave to get supper, so I bid the other boys goodbye.

When we got to the supper place, I was sitting on a bench outside chatting with one of my friends. All of a sudden this random dude approaches us, asking for directions to some dive bar. After helping him find out how to get there, he asked if my friend and I were a couple. We laughed and said no, expecting the guy to walk away after. But instead he reached out his hand, introducing himself as Owen, then asked me for my number so he could take me out for drinks later. My friend was pretty taken aback, but I was too drunk to realise what a strange scenario it must’ve been, and agreed.

[F] 18, I got fucked for 4 hours straight last night.

My stats: 4’11, blonde, 32C I think

Disclaimer (this was the last time I’m fucking my fuck buddy)

So we rented a hotel room. And when we got inside we started making out and stripped down. He suggested we take a shower. So we got in the shower and I started to suck him off there, then wash my hair and we got out because I was begging for his cock in my tight wet cunt. When we got in the room, he threw me on the bed, and stuck a finger in my pussy, it barely fit, but eventually he loosened it up enough for his big hard cock to slowly slip inside. Then he fucked me for 4 hours, in so many positions it’s hard to remember. But at least one of those hours I was sucking his cock, and playing with it. He fucked me moderately rough, choking me sometimes, pulling my hair, spanking me, calling me names. And we even did anal for a bit. But if you want to know a secret I’m too scared to admit to anyone until now on Reddit. I’ve never orgasmed from him before. I’ve gotten on the edge multiple times but never gone over. I’ve only cum from my own hands before. It feels like a curse sometimes. And I liked his endurance, but I didn’t get any delicious cum that I’m addicted to.

High School Field Strip [MF] [MDom] [Humiliation] [Molestation] [Public]

WARNING

THIS IS GRAPHIC MATERIAL MEANT FOR AGES 18 AND ABOVE. CONTAINS FETISHES: STRIP SEARCH, BLACKMAIL, INCEST, NON-CON, FORCED TO STRIP, FORCED EXHIBITIONISM, HUMILIATION, EMBARRASSMENT, ABUSE OF AUTHORITY.  ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

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**Prologue**

“We will meet at the school parking lot tomorrow morning, 7am sharp.  Do not be late.  The bus leaves at 7:15am for the airport,” said Mrs. Trumont right as the bell rang.

“How much are you packing?” I asked David on our way out of class.

“Just my backpack,” he replied.

“Just your backpack? You know it’s a five day trip, didn’t you read the packing list?”

“Five days in DC –  it’s going to be like 100 degrees there, you don’t need any clothes”

“Well the list says we need at least a raincoat, 3 pairs of jeans, 5 pairs of shorts…”

“Stop being a dweeb, Ryan – we’re adults now, we can do what we want and I’m packing a swimsuit and the clothes I’m wearing, that’s it.  Hell maybe I’ll just wear my swimsuit.”

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That whole “pizza dare” thing [FM]

Last night my husband and I were flipping through reddit and looking at the comments and someone had messaged me and asked if I’d ever done the “pizza dare” because they thought it was the best. So, we watched a few videos and decided to go for it thinking it was fun. My husband was WAY more into it than I was and I thought that was awesome, so why the hell not.

Our local pizza place is connected to the college and pretty decent and they mostly employ college students, which I figured would be better than some 60 year old guy trying to feed his family by working at Dominos. So, we call the place and make the order.

While waiting we start debating on logistics. Lingerie, fully nude, towel drop, we’d seen a bunch of different ones, so I told my husband to choose. He said the whole towel drop seemed the most realistic and the less like you wanted to fuck the person – even though that is sometimes the point. I agreed.

A Thrilling Encounter [M/F]

On the surface I consider myself completely unassuming. Just your every day girl, with every day commitments. Pretty vanilla. But recently I’ve been tempted to do things I would never, ever, normally consider. I have discovered a side of me that I think was buried inside….down deep enough not to show, but not so deep that a little digging could uncover my deepest, darkest desires.

I’m married. Happily. And my husband fulfils all my physical and emotional needs. But for some reason I crave the thrill of experimenting with another man……or woman.

Without my husband’s knowledge I began chatting to men online. Sharing fantasies, desires, stories and even the odd nude picture of myself! It made me hot and horny and aching for my fantasies to be acted out in real life. When I happened across a particular guy who knew all the right buttons to push, I knew this was my opportunity.

My step sister [F] fulfilled one of my [M] biggest fantasy’s. Part 10: Closure

Part 1 if you missed it : [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9q9vuk/my_step_sister_f_fulfilled_one_of_my_m_biggest/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9q9vuk/my_step_sister_f_fulfilled_one_of_my_m_biggest/)

The time has finally come for me to write this chapter in my life and it seems like my story has finally come to a conclusion. It has been a roller coaster of emotions rediscovering this journey and i very much enjoyed putting it out into the world while finding a nack for writing in the process. I am extremely surprised at how many of you readers took a major interest and invested so much into my story and i’d like to thank everyone for sticking around this long. The views and up votes decreased gradually which is understandable due to some of the passages not having much nsfw content in it considering the sub i was posting in but i appreciate those greatly who were patient and stuck with me and faithfully read every chapter regardless of what happened in it. I received a ton of messages in regards to how i should play out my next encounter with my sister, some were very sexually driven, some were negative, some were positive, but majority of them were brutally honest and very blunt towards me and to the point and it made me to take a deep look inside myself and do some soul searching as to what i actually was doing with my sister and just what exactly was going on in my head. To everyone that messaged me i thank you and i took every word you guys wrote to me in consideration and i feel like this experience on this sub really helped me grow and heal and better myself. Enjoy the final chapter everyone, some of you will love it, some will hate it, but you cant deny its been a hell of a ride getting here.

The tip

She had just finished her shift at the bar she’s worked at for the past three years. It wasn’t much and the usual tips were shit, but it helped pay for college and afforded her a little bit of extra spending money. She began her walk back to her dorm. It was only a half a mile and its a quiet area, where she would never see anyone out at this hour..  2am. She crossed 2nd and Maple as usual, looking at her phone when she caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of her eye. As she put her phone down and looked, it was too late..

One hand covered her mouth, stifling a scream as another grabbed her throat. A second set of hands wrapped around her waist as she was pulled down a dark alley between two closed shops. She blinks to try and adjust to the sudden darkness. Aware of the sting in her throat and the faint taste of leather from the hand against her mouth as she is carried into the darkness… Suddenly she is blinded by two sets of bright lights.. Moving around oddly, she soon realizes they are headlamps worn by her attackers.. She takes a deep breath as the hand from her mouth moves away slightly, sucking in the crisp night air, preparing to scream just as a gag is pressed to her lips and strapped around her head. The hand slides away from her throat.. She feels it pull her backpack away.. Blinking, she sees two figures dressed all in black in front of her.

First Time Hotwife True Story: “Performing” Arts [FM]

**Disclaimer: This is a true story of events that just recently happened. Chronicling them to keep the memories fresh and sharing for fun. All names and identifying factors have been changed to protect my fuckbuddies*

I sat in the coffee shop, trying to keep my mind on the work in front of me but completely failing as I imagined that moment, again. My back against the wall, his body pressed against mine, his lips, his scent, his hands at my waist. It had been only three days since our kiss but I could hardly think of anything else. My days went by in a haze of surreal remembrance and disbelief: had I really made out with another man? First against the wall and then those sweet little nothings as we danced. And then again outside the club when he had walked me to my car. It had been more intense, then. He had been more bold. Against the door to the car, our tongues together and his hands over my shirt grasping at my breasts and then sliding to my ass to grip and pull me against him. I wanted it. I wanted more.

DING.