The Bartender Life…. [MF]

As I sit here and think about my early 20’s, I can’t help but miss the nights I bartended. The money was good, there was never a dull moment, and the women.

A bit of a back story, during college I tended bar. On a scale of 1 -10, I would consider myself a 8. My personality makes me a 10. I can talk to just about anyone about anything. My blue eyes are usually the first thing women notice. I’m average height and I played sports my whole life so I have an average body but that’s because I love food.

Anyone no one knows, hell I’ve even done it myself, people give bartenders their numbers all the time. The amount of numbers that I had gotten as a bartender was incredible. I never would believe it if I didn’t live through it.

Any ways, this post is to pay homage to the milf that slept over after a night of fucking and called her children’s school to tell them that would be absent that day.

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Down On The Floor [MF]

“To our first place together,” said Sharon Pratcher as she raised her plastic cup.

“To our first place and moving in together,” her boyfriend, Nathan Mason, replied.

The sarcasm in both of their tones was as dry as the Sahara Desert, but understandable. What was supposed to be an important step for their relationship had turned into a logistic nightmare/joke. For the first time in her adult life, Sharon was moving in with a significant other. She’d worked so hard to make sure everything had gone right. So far, everything that could’ve gone wrong had gone wrong.

“So what’s the ETA now?” Nathan asked restlessly.

“According to the latest text,” she said, “about two-and-a-half hours, at least.”

“Was that before or after the pizza guy arrived with the wrong order?”

“Slightly before,” Sharon sighed, “and the guy driving the moving truck said the weather wasn’t helping.”

“In other words, hoping for them to get here by sundown might be too optimistic?”

“Only if we’re lucky, but given our recent streak of luck this far…”

Bad evening, emotional, great night FM

hat day seemed endless. She parked her car in the small underground garage and picked up groceries and other items to maintain sane order for next use of the vehicle. There was always something in it, always hauling back and from, she was tired and cranky. When she was walking out of the garage she was startled by a dark figure, familiar figure. She recognized the man she met few month ago, the one she found so attractive, the one she put so much effort in, the one she was fantasizing about for few months, every day, many times a day. He was the one who touched her deeply, or maybe he was just there and she made it all up. He came closer and without saying a word, grabbed her bags and stepped back letting her lead them to her house.

He was patiently watching while she fiddled with keys, he probably guessed she was emotional, she was confused, she was almost giddy from seeing him and scared to be open again, scared to have those sleepless nights wondering and analyzing herself, what was said, what was unsaid, what was right, what did she do to trigger his nasty response. She opened the door, stepped in and took her jacket and shoes off, he followed her lead, putting the bags down. She checked his form again, like she did at every opportunity during their four meetings, while he wasn’t looking at her.

Being a slut to piss off my jealous boyfriend [FM]

So the story is I was dating this guy (stupid lol, I’ve since learned I shouldn’t date) and he was really jealous. But we’re at this pool party and I’m in this SKIMPY ass bikini. And everyone’s checking me out, because I looked fine as hell. it bothered him but I loved him getting frustrated and possessive of me. But it’s his friends party so he has to hang out with that guy a lot. I’m enjoying the attention so I hang out in the hot tub with all the drooling guys. One guy starts really putting the moves on me. He wasn’t that hot but I loved his confidence. He leans over and whispers in my ear that he’s definitely bigger than my boyfriend. I tel him to prove it and he puts my hand down his shorts. He was…fucking huge. Probably the thickest I’d ever touched. The other guys get the hint and leave. So it’s a pretty secluded place in the yard but I tell him I have a boyfriend and I’m trying to be good. He says “it’s cute that you’re trying but we both know you’re bad.” And he pulls the string on my bikini top and it falls off! He just dives in kissing and licking my tits and I’m losing it. He starts fingering me, pulling the panties to the side. He’s good. Pulls his shorts down and I immediately start stroking his cock which has somehow gotten even BIGGER. He’s groaning in my ear talking about how much he wants me. He grabs my hair and pushes my head down into the water and I bob on his cock for a second before he pulls me back out and says my boyfriend is coming…No time to get dressed so I slide down and wave at him. My boyfriend looks suspicious but with the bubbling water can’t see anything. The guy slides away from me. Boyfriend sits to the other Side. We chat for a while and the guy sneaks his foot over to me and starts…toe fucking me? Now you should know I’m a loud one. A moaner. Screamer really. My bf can tell I’m holding it in and he asks the guy to leave. So, the guy just stands up. Cock out. Hard as fuck. My bf jaw drops. The guy steps near me to get out but I grab his leg, then his cock, and take it into my mouth. Deep throat it instantly. Naturally I lifted out of the water so my bf can see my tits were out and he puts it together. He calls me a slut but doesn’t do anything. I keep sucking. The guy starts fucking my face. After a while my bf is clearly rubbing himself underwater. I tell him to stop. I move over to him and like put my hands on either side of him and stick my ass out. I kiss him on the forehead and say he can’t touch me or himself. Guy comes up from behind and starts railing me. Just rips my bikini off and goes to town. My tits are bouncing in bfs face and he can’t decide how to feel. I tell him to fuck my ass and my bf gasps because I never let him. Guy fucks my ass for a while and can’t take it because he’s so thick and I’m so tight there. He pulls out and cums on my back. I wash myself off in the tub. Then go off with the guy to find somewhere more private to continue…never actually saw the guy I was dating again after that. :)

Most intense sex of my life [MF]

I matched with this awesome chick on Tinder, we’ll call her K. She was witty and beautiful and after a short while we began seeing each other.

One evening we were on the couch watching TV when I felt frisky. I leaned over to her and gave her a kiss on her full, soft lips. She had a surprised but curious look on her face. I continued to kiss her face and down to her neck while my hand slowly moved up her thigh. She leaned back on the sofa and took it all in. That’s when I pulled my head away from her and she quickly looked at me with shock. I could tell she was wondering why I had stopped and what I was up to. Without a minute wasted she came at me and started passionately kissing me. Her tongue entering my mouth and playing with my tongue. She reached over and grabbed my semi hard bulge though my pants. This excited her more and she began kissing me even more aggressively. I moved my hand up to her frilly panties. They were soaked so I started rubbing her pussy though them. She let out a soft moan but soon after got up off the couch and dragged me to the bedroom. We both get under the sheets and continue exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues, frantically pulling clothes off each other until we have nothing on allowing our hands to explore each other’s bodies.

[FM] Thinking back on all those college boyfriends…2-Jeff the fuckboi

Hi again! My [first post of this series](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/95558n/fm_thinking_back_on_all_those_college/) didn’t get much attention, but I had so much fun writing it I decided to write about another of my ghosts of boyfriends past. Again, feel free to check my post history for pics of me, but a short written description about me I that I’m a thick pale redhead with blue/green eyes and a decent amount of tattoos.

[STORY]

I formally met Jeff two weeks before Hurricane Sandy, at a random house party his roommates threw. He was tall and thin with short strawberry blond hair and blue eyes, handsome and he knew it. We connected eyes across the room, and a small wave of recognition washed over us….we had met before. He closed the space between us, scrunching his brow in thought.

“I’ve seen your face before…years ago though. How do I remember your face?”

I tipsily recounted that we had been in the same college orientation group. I only remember this because he had sat next to me that day, and after some light flirting he ran away to pull a prank by running to the unoccupied computer/speaker system onstage and played Biggie. He got escorted out and I hadn’t seen him again until now. Upon this realization, he picked me up and spun me, spilling our drinks onto the cheap linoleum.

He [f]ucked me fro[m] behind while the city watched [inexperienced]

Growing up religious, I’ve been sexually repressed for most of my life, even being guilty to masturbate because the Christian church calls it a sin. I finally decided to lose my virginity only a little over a year ago. My appearance matches my (former) innocence: I’m only 5’3”, thin, small breasts, very pale with dark hair. I’m 28 now, but look more like 20 – no matter what I’m wearing or how much makeup I have on. Fast forward to present – I’ve been seeing Roy, who I matched with on Tinder.

Roy is magnetic. Not a traditional model “hot”, but has this kind of sexy magnetism that draws you in and holds you captive for reasons you can’t explain. He’s tan, with a mess of medium-length curly hair, and has striking green eyes that I can’t stare at for too long without my thoughts melting into a nonsensical puddle. I’ve always been attracted to musicians. Roy has that wiry sort of creative energy about him that translates easily into a lucid sexual energy. Like me, he’s relatively inexperienced, having been with a few others before me. I remember the moment that I had breathlessly confessed to him that I was using Tinder to explore sex – and his answer. “Me, too.”

[MF] [M] Sucked off by a Pornstar at a Gloryhole

So I have been a long time lurker in this subreddit and finally decided to make a throwaway account and write about my stories. Back when Craigslist was still active, I would browse through posts hoping to get lucky.

This is a story of a glory hole snapchat post that I found. The post said to add this “XXX Snapchat” and I did. I thought it be someone scamming trying to make a quick buck, but I saw through their story and seemed to be legit. Obviously, to see the content uncensored you had to pay, so I paid for lifetime membership, thinking “fuck it, I might get something out of it”. Oh boy, was I right.

Note: I’m not sure, if I am able to use the pornstar’s name, so I’m going to refer to her as “pornstar” lol. Also the snapchat account, so I will refer to it as “XXX Snapchat”. Let me know what you guys think. First time ever writing something. Enjoy

**Backstory**

My first experience with femdom [FM]

Some information first. Earlier this week me and my girlfriend(I’ll use the pseudonym “Mary”) were at my house talked about kinks and such. Specifically, I told her about my fetish for femdom and pegging and all these things that I had never shared with anyone. She embraced the idea and that night she tied me to the bed and I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life. This is not the story of that night, that will be saved for a later date.

Fast forward a couple of days. We’re at her house as it’s closer to college and we have class in the morning. It’s around 8 PM and we’re both just playing on our phones or checking social media for a while. After a few minutes of this Mary starts playing with herself, I caught her as I felt the trembling of her legs, and asked if she needed help. She laughed a little wondering if I was joking and said “You can suck me while I’m on my phone”. And so I did.

Shirt Off

Darla would never take her shirt off when she fucked Lonnie. The fierce resistance came from being shy about her size. Enormous breast and thighs didn’t deter Lonnie, he loved big women. Some nights Darla would stand in the bathroom hesitating to come out because of what he might see. The more kisses he laid upon her tummy gave no comfort yet he wondered why. From the first time their soulful eyes met Lonnie appreciated everything about Darla. He welcomed her supple bronzed skin, luscious lips, and sparkling brown eyes. Initially, she ignored his advances as if he was a foolish man for wanting her. Yet on a frigid night her car became the middle man that would bring them together finally. Stuck at work with a stalled car, she recognizes a familiar face from work. Fixing the car that night put a positive light on Lonnie. Right then he became the superhero she always wanted and they have been inseparable ever since.Not knowing the cause of her discomfort, Lonnie set out one night to be that superhero again. – continue [Lfconfessions ](http://lfconfessions.com/2018/08/08/shirt-off/)