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[MF] A Cold Summers Night

It had been a long, hot day when Ethan got back into the house. This was to be expected – after all summer in Queensland is typically on the wrong side of 35 degrees for comfort. He brushed the dirt off his boots and took them off and placed them on the patio. The patio was well weathered, in desperate need of a coat of paint, but had that country charm that is so often associated with older houses of its generation.

“I’ll add paint the patio to the list” Ethan murmured to himself as he ran his rough hands down the grey, splintering column next to his boots. “And probably a good sanding too.”

Looking out across the front paddock that stretched to the main road at the end of the long driveway, he could just stand there and smile. It had been a good season so far with plenty of rain and corn was over head height with a good chance of getting a decent yield for once. Turning towards the front door his nose was the first thing to turn off from the day – alerted by a smell of fresh bread drifting out of the kitchen. Ethan walked down the hall, his mismatched sock covered feet making little noise on the polished hardwood floors. Halfway down the hall, walking past dozens of photos hanging on the wooden walls put there by three generations, Ethan turned the corner into the study, or as Emma called it – her “Sanctuary”. Read more »

I thought she was 18 [mf]

I’m writing this at the risk of catching a lot of negativity from it. I’ll say that I’m very open minded and comfortable with myself and am not writing this for approval or disapproval. I know that I never seduced this girl in any way, and am not conflicted about what happened. I didn’t know how old she was, but she knew how old I was. This is a true story I’ve only told one other person and not in such detail. If something like this makes you uncomfortable, you don’t have to read it.

I was 36 at the time. I’d say I’m a pretty good looking guy and in excellent shape. And I only mention that because people might wonder how I pulled this young hottie. Anyways, I’m a professional photographer and single dad. I do the dad thing half of the week and the other half I like to party. And with my job and circle of friends I end up around a lot of young girls who model. About a year and a half ago, I had sex with a girl I thought was 18 but turns out she was actually 16. She had been telling people that she was 18. And in case you’re wondering, the legal age of consent in Hawaii is 16. Which I did not know prior to this occasion. So for anyone who claims this is against the law or that I’m going to jail, it’s not, and I won’t. So please hold off on those comments as well as any hateful comments that simply spew your immediate disapproval. Read more »

I had sex with an 16 year old. [mf]

This is a true story I’ve only told one other person. I’m a 38 year old single dad. I’m a professional photographer, I’m fit, healthy and happy. I live in Hawaii and I work and do the single dad thing half the week and the other half I like to party. I’ve been divorced for about 2.5 years and in that time I’ve slept with 45 different girls. Most of which were under 30, the majority under 25 and a couple 18 and 19 year olds. About a year and a half ago, I fucked a 16 year old…who, at the time, I thought was 18…because she was telling people she was 18. Thankfully the legal age of consent in Hawaii is 16.

 This was no ordinary 16 year old. She was way ahead of her years. She had, and still has the body of a goddess and the face of an angel. Without a doubt, the hottest girl I’ve ever hooked up with. She’s one of those Instagram model/celebrity babes who has an obscene amount of followers and just gets paid to get her picture taken. You’ve probably even heard of her or are following her on Instagram. Obviously I won’t say her name. Read more »

[MF] Bending The Knee for Emilia Clarke [Celeb][Oral][Romance][Str8]

Game Of Thrones. It’s been an honor working on one of the best shows in the history of television. Dragons reigning down hell fire on swarms of armies. Sword fights between men and the undead. Incredible story. Gorgeous women bearing it all almost every episode. The list goes on and on of fantastic things and sometimes with friends I find myself dragging for minutes on what I got to film for the day. The one special reason for me why I love this job so much more though was for my girlfriend and hopeful future wife. Daenerys Targaryen herself, Emilia Clarke.

“You’ve been together for what, four years now? Don’t worry, she’ll say yes. You’ve got this.” The director reassures me while I’m sweating bullets behind the camera fiddling with the ring in my pocket. We finished filming the current season yesterday but me and the director convinced her that we needed to reshoot something real quick.

I look down the hallway and smile as I see her approaching. I give the director the thumbs up out of her sight to shout “Queen approaching!” like everything is normal. “Hi honey.” Giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead to not screw with her makeup I take her hand and we walk into the throne room. Read more »

In a wheelchair (m/f, oral)

(Please mind the misspellings.)

For the last several years she made a point of not staying in chain hotels. If she’d needed to live out of a small suite for a few weeks at a time she did not want to be able to predict the furniture and arrangement with more than sixty percent accuracy. In her early days of traveling she’d discovered most chains had the same handful of paintings and pictures in their rooms. Pastorals without location were mixed in with photographs of local landmarks taken from off angles. This happened from Seattle to Tampa.

Most of them were held in frames that hadn’t been replaced in decades. In a way she respected their resiliency. Hotels typically remodeled or rebranded every five to ten years but these frames persisted through each iteration. In a way, the hotel bent the frames’ will.

She’d come to recognize the patterns of local hotels. Without prompting, the staff would tell you about which celebrity who’d stayed there once, tipped everyone extravagantly, and then refused to stay anywhere else when they were in town. Young Celebrity Not To Be Named #1 was a jerk but Young Celebrity Nuber #2 was a sweetheart who also tended to ignore knocks on the door, usually didn’t bother to set the lock or generally wear clothes. Read more »

In a wheelchair (m/f oral)

(Mind the misspellings please.)

For the last several years she made a point of not staying in chain hotels. If she’d needed to live out of a small suite for a few weeks at a time she did not want to be able to predict the furniture and arrangement with more than sixty percent accuracy. In her early days of traveling she’d discovered most chains had the same handful of paintings and pictures in their rooms. Pastorals without location were mixed in with photographs of local landmarks taken from off angles. This happened from Seattle to Tampa.

Most of them were held in frames that hadn’t been replaced in decades. In a way she respected their resiliency. Hotels typically remodeled or rebranded every five to ten years but these frames persisted through each iteration. In a way, the hotel bent the frames’ will.

She’d come to recognize the patterns of local hotels. Without prompting, the staff would tell you about which celebrity who’d stayed there once, tipped everyone extravagantly, and then refused to stay anywhere else when they were in town. Young Celebrity Not To Be Named #1 was a jerk but Young Celebrity Nuber #2 was a sweetheart who also tended to ignore knocks on the door, usually didn’t bother to set the lock or generally wear clothes. Read more »

[MF] How i took my classmate’s virginity [M20] [F19}

Hello GoneWildStories, I have a little confession to make. Two months ago, a girl from my class and I had sex at her house when we were working on a project for school. I’ve lurked on this sub for a few months now and I decided, why not tell my own story. I made a separate account for this post just so you know. I like reading your stories so here’s mine.

To give you guys some quick info about myself I’m 20 years old, I live in the Netherlands. I’m 5 ft 10 and I like to play soccer and work out, so I have an athletic build. I have dark brown, short length hair and I’m white btw.

The girl, let’s call her Jessica, is 19 years old, she is mixed race, half black/white. Her dad is from Dutch descent while her mom is from Surinamese descent. She is 6 ft tall and has a very fit body because she plays handball at a pretty high level. Her breasts are in the D-cup range. She has long and muscular legs and an amazing ass. Her mom and dad divorced a few years ago, as a result of that her dad moved to a different city so she only lives with her mom. If I had to choose a celebrity look-a-like for her it would be Gugu Mbatha-Raw. Read more »

Ending [M] dry spell with an old [F]friend [long] [cheating]

Disclaimer: I’m using a burner because I have pics on my main that make it easy to dox me. Names will be changed for anonymity’s sake. Also there’s a lot of backstory, so I’ll indicate the sexy bits with ***

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I first met Kate when I was 12 or 13 and she was a year and grade older. Our sisters were put on the same soccer team. At the time I was very much an asshole, as most 13 year olds are, and well, she was kinda pudgy, so I didn’t have much interest in her. She was as sweet as she could be, though. We’d talk during games and such, then one day she gave me a note in the hallway at school and I avoided her like the plague.

Fast forward about 7 years and I’m just getting unpacked into my new barracks room at Fort Polk and I get a Facebook message from her. Nothing special, just saying that she ran into my sister and heard I was in the army and stuff, wished me luck and what not. When I look at her profile she’s got a kid and is engaged to some fat fuck, but good God has puberty done her good. I mull it over for a second, but decide not to respond because there were just too many red flags. Read more »

A Cumming Together – Chapter One [MF] [partial-BDSM]

6.00 AM

I can still taste her lipstick, smudged over my thumb sweet, acid, rancid taste floating inside the cab. It’s early by the looks of things, streets not busy, people shuffling and that tinge of twilight. On the way to the office got to stop by the apartment get redressed, this shirt covered in stains glittering with a battered shade of scarlet and brown. Sleeve torn, button MIA. The cab jerks to the corner, I move for the door gesturing a stuttered form of thank you, gracefully crossing the polyculturlistic gap of endearment. On to the curb, reaching back for the briefcase and with a quick tug I am outside and into the cold. I am waiting for the bourbon, lack of sleep, and those insolent lines of coke to fade. Where is the hollowness? I keep waiting … the elevator door opens and I begin to soar to the 14th floor in one of those lifts with the regional voices. I think she is Scottish, though maybe I am detecting a northern twang. It’s sexy with that authoritarian swagger, can’t say I like that, but, a few ideas trickle into my head of a plan to silence her. Read more »