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A Trip to Remember [MF]

My first attempt at writing ELit, based on a memory from a decade ago. After some urging from a friend, I finally decided to cave and post it. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did!

The sign pointed to baggage claim, but it failed to mention what else he knew he’d find there. What felt like a lifetime of waiting, and he finally was just moments away. . Maybe it was the crowd of people surging out behind him, maybe it was the anticipation of what came next. Whichever it was, it drove him forward, both giddy and nervous with excitement. His steps quickened to match a pulse unchecked, and the convenience of escalators and moving walkways almost seemed like traps designed to slowly steal away precious moments.

The horde of people swarmed around him, blundering about in their own way, unaware of a need so primal that the boy didn’t understand it himself. Love? Lust? He couldn’t even ask the questions, all he could do was move forward. Forward, down, around and around, navigating a maze that felt more like a punishment than it was public transit. He took the final stairs, and found himself right where he was meant to be. Read more »

[M]y incredibly hot semi-public encounter with a [F]lirty backpacker (Part 3)

This is a continuation of [this story](http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7f4ghd/my_incredibly_hot_semipublic_encounter_with_a/) of when I met the woman of my dreams in the actual flesh for an all too brief moment in time.

We ended up meeting again in Amsterdam which you can read [here](http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7fs30a/my_incredibly_hot_semipublic_encounter_with_a/) and we met again before she went home when she [surprised me at Christmas](http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7mrlej/a_very_unexpected_surprise_christmas_fucking/)

But I was asked by a few would I write what went on in the hotel in Amsterdam when we met again and could I give some details, so here is day one.

**Day 1**

My hand was way up her dress and on her firm ass as she was guiding us to the hotel room door. I was tunnel visioned, like a bull only seeing red. All I wanted was to get beyond that door and have my way with her. Spend time with her in an environment of not having to worry could we get caught or be interrupted. The object of my desire, my dream girl in the flesh all to myself. I even joked to her as we made it past the door we will not see all that much of Amsterdam as we are not leaving this room. Read more »

[MF] looking for a hot post

the post was about a guy who fucked his best friend, who he had wanted to fuck for years but never did. He said something like “shes the reason my type is my type” and at the end her mom walked in but had no idea they had just fucked… he also posted a hot photo in the comments? anyone got a link?

[M]y best[f]riend Jean

For those unfamiliar with my adventures with Jean, here’s the link for the previous posts:

First: https://redd.it/7w2uhq

Second: https://redd.it/7wzc3v

Since the time that Jean and I returned to Manila from our office outing we mostly kept it professional. Jean, assigned as a secretary to another associate, would rarely have the time to catch-up much less hook-up for that matter. I, on the other hand, am also assigned a secretary. So our day to day professional interaction would be the brief nod or good morning when I pass by her desk. On days that either one of us would be free or available, the other will be busy at work, meaning to say, our fling was sort of a one-off thing. Read more »

Man Caught In Rain Enjoys Farmgirl Pussy [MF]

I strolled up to the door of the farmhouse. I stepped onto the porch, dripping into the wood.

I reached out, and knocked firmly 3 times against the door.

After a minute, a freckled girl answered the door, she was wearing a plaid shirt, with the top buttons undone, exposing her cleavage, her tits were barely contained. Her strawberry blonde hair was wavy and hung down past her shoulders. She wore jeans with a big belt buckle.

“What can I do for ya, sugar?” She asked me in a southern accent, while looking me up and down staring at my large, soaked frame with my clothes hanging off me.

“My car broke down, can I use your phone to call for help?” I asked.

“I’m afraid storm’s knocked the phone out sugar, I can get ya a bath though, and ya can stay here with me to wait out the storm. My name’s Abigail, but you can call me Abby or Abs” she said, winking. “You’re gonna have ta take off them wet clothes, I’ll get you a towel.” Read more »

Man caught in rain enjoys farm girl who loves riding horses. And humans. [MF]

I strolled up to the door of the farmhouse. I stepped onto the porch, dripping into the wood.

I reached out, and knocked firmly 3 times against the door.

After a minute, a freckled girl answered the door, she was wearing a plaid shirt, with the top buttons undone, exposing her cleavage, her tits were barely contained. Her strawberry blonde hair was wavy and hung down past her shoulders. She wore jeans with a big belt buckle.

“What can I do for ya, sugar?” She asked me in a southern accent, while looking me up and down staring at my large, soaked frame with my clothes hanging off me.

“My car broke down, can I use your phone to call for help?” I asked.

“I’m afraid storm’s knocked the phone out sugar, I can get ya a bath though, and ya can stay here with me to wait out the storm. My name’s Abigail, but you can call me Abby or Abs” she said, winking. “You’re gonna have ta take off them wet clothes, I’ll get you a towel.” Read more »

[MF][video] The meetup session ends with my mentor MILF

* [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7wbeca/mf_seducing_my_mentor_milf/)
* [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7wxyfu/mf_fucking_my_mentor_milf/)
* [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7xhaie/mf_worshiping_my_mentor_milf/)
* [Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7xwrgm/mf_pictures_ass_play_with_my_mentor_milf/)

I have been writing about my mentor’s affair with me. I met her at a meetup which assigns experienced industry people as mentors to young programmers. You can check my post history for past stories. I will give a brief summary of where we were at as it is necessary to understand this story even if you read my previous stories.

It had been a few months since we met. We were close to the end of the meetup session; there were only two meetups left. By session I mean the mentorship and the project was about to end. We would still be seeing each other at the meetup but she will not be my mentor any more. That means many things. First, I will not be guaranteed the one hour of time that we would have every week. Second, we can’t skip and fuck at my place as she would have to mentor someone else. Given that she hardly texts, it almost meant I wouldn’t see her. Read more »

[MF] Ambiguous consent: How I first sexed my future wife.

This is the story of the first time I hooked up with the woman who would become my wife. Today, in the #MeToo era, I probably would have done things differently. Thankfully, I read the tea leaves correctly back then.

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I was looking forward to my third date with Sara. And I was really horny. Our first two dates were pleasant, but chaste, and I eager to see how far I could push the envelope for this encounter. Sara was a petite, cute brunette in her late 20s. A recent immigrant to the U.S., she had a vaguely Eastern European accent that only added to her girlish charm.

We had a fun day around the city appeared to cap it off with a nice and late dinner at one of its better restaurants. Sara had parked her car in my luxury condo building, as we were walking back to it, I was telling her about how I had purchased my place only a year prior, when it was first built. The thought occurred to me that this was my moment to test the waters, so I nonchalantly asked if she wanted to take a look around. She replied, “sure, why not?” Read more »

It took me ten years, but I finally let my husband blow his load down my throat [FM]

My husband works odd hours and odd days; the first night he’s home with me tends to be a night of celebration in the bedroom. It starts like most: the toddler goes to bed, and the mood in the air immediately changes; we go from parents to lovers. Last night was no different. Drinks were poured. We sat in our spots on the couch and gave each other knowing looks.

Slow jazz played on the tv while we sipped our drinks and discussed random topics, but it always comes back to sex. He makes me feel like the sexiest and luckiest woman alive.

We finished our drinks, and he got up to use the bathroom. “You better be upstairs when I get done”, he said to me. We have a playful relationship. Lots of smiles and giggles. We’re fun together. I took the last few sips of my drink and exuberantly ran up the stairs, pulling off my shirt as I went. While I waited for him, I slipped out of my pants and made the bed. He finally came in, and we shared a smile as he approached me, undressing himself, seeing the surprise I had been hiding under my clothes earlier: a new lace bra to match a pair of panties he purchased for me recently. Read more »