College party [MF]

I originally wrote this last Sunday for another sub as I was recovering from a bad hangover but mod delete due to included pics so since I took the time to write it, might as well put it somewhere but without the pics this time ;). I added some updated info. This took place last weekend.

I awoke this morning, my head pounding. Still feeling a little drunk but my head hurt so bad I barely noticed. I cracked opened my eyes and as the blurs formed solid images, I see a messy room with cream colored walls and purple shelves. I realize I have no idea where I’m at. So I rest my eyes some more and begin rubbing my head and neck. During this, I stretch out my extremities and came to realization that I’m in a bed and have no clothes on, only my socks. I can feel that I’ve been laying on my side at the edge of this bed for far too long ‘I’m getting too old for this’ I think to myself. I can hear faint sounds of a distant radio station playing. Damn my head is pounding as I lay there trying to figure out where I am at but the pain makes everything difficult and slow.

Doctor Thickenstein [M/M][Full Story][Anal][Butt Growth]

“You’re sure this is safe?” Jason asked, shivering as another layer of the frigid gel was slathered over his exposed backside.

Victor took his time working the chemical into the other man’s taut, solid cheeks. “Safe…ish. We’ve talked about this…I’m confident the process won’t be fatal, but beyond that, no promises.”

“Is there a reason I can’t be doing that?” Jason squirmed awkwardly at the sensation of the other man’s hands kneading his perky bubble. He was already embarrassed enough to be standing around naked without another man rubbing his ass for twenty minutes. It didn’t help that he already felt insecure around the older man. Victor had the kind of huge, chiseled body he longed for. Looking at the other man’s straining polo and plastered on jeans, he couldn’t wait to be that size.

“It’s all about variable control. This is an experiment, after all. By doing this myself I’m eliminating possible influencing factors,” Victor lied. There really wasn’t any reason Jason couldn’t have applied the gel himself. He just didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to get his hands on the young man’s cheeks in their original state. “I’m done anyway,” he said, giving the slick back side a quick slap. “Thanks for your patience….I know that was awkward.”

What really happens in locker rooms? [FM]

The other day, I was reading a post of gonewildstories, that *supposedly* told the story of a girl, using the man’s locker room. And I say supposedly because it didn’t sound real at all.

So I thought I could share my story. When I was 20, I played in a male hockey team. Why? I was studying in a university in a remote area and because there I was the only girl really interested in hockey, I got an exception and was allowed to join the male team.

There were really three types of locker rooms experience:

1. The arena had more than *two* locker rooms. In that case, I would have one all for myself. I would dress, shower and I would be allowed in the male’s locker room just before the game to hear the coach’s speech and after everybody had showered and dressed to participate to the debrief. It’s roughly 20% of the arena I’ve played in.
2. I would have to share the same locker room as my team. But showers were individually divided. That meant no nudity (and sexist jokes) were allowed. *(The coach was really strict about it!)* It’s roughly 30% of the arena I’ve played in.
3. I would have to share the same locker room as my team. But it only had one communal shower, with no divider. Again. No nudity. That would mean that the guys would have to shower in boxers. And I would shower in my sport’s bra/shorts. And people would swap clothes in the bathrooms.

An Odyssey

I imagine you dressed in a figure hugging dress, which more than reveals your lucious legs. We’ve just got in from a night of non-stop flirtation, teasing and mind sex. You lead me to your lounge, your heels seductively clonking off your wooden floors. And now your there, stood next to your sofa, blue eyes provovatively oggoling me, tempting me, encouraging me to make the first move.

And being mere mortal, I no longer resist. I approach and stand close to you, I raise my hand to your face, and gently brush back a fallen piece of your hair. From here my hand naturally cups your cheek. I pull you in, our lips getting close, a brief pause, we feel each other’s warm breath. Anticipation of our first kiss builds and erupts passionately!

Our hands explore each other. I lift up your dress, so I can tickle and caress your bottom, which I find to be covered in a material that’s delightful to touch. I slowly unzip the back of your dress. Without our lips parting, you let your dress glide off your body, revealing yourself. You’d elected not to wear a bra that evening, a fact that hadn’t gone un-noticed at dinner, when our feet were playing under the table. I break our kiss, and move for your neck. Your perfume excites my senses. Passion takes over and I bite your neck, you nibble my earlobe in response, and whisper sweet nothings in my ear.

The time I [M] made a date [F] puke on my cock.

I didn’t even fancy her that much, but we got chatting on a dating site and agreed to meet and fuck. She looked OK, a short skirt, heels and a low-cut top. She was pretty enough, but not much usual type. We had a few pints at the pub, then she asked if I wanted to go back to hers, so we did, opened a couple of bottles of red wine and took some drugs. I made her strip, but leave on her heels. I spat in her face, choked her, slapped her, treated her like a slut, just like she wanted. She ate my ass, and I fucked every hole. ‘Fuck my face,’ she said to me, ‘like you hate me,’ and I obliged

Rachel [MF]: My Soul Mate

Rachel was the first real slut I’d ever encountered. She was my step sister’s best friend and was always at the house growing up. Rachel was the first girl I truly lusted after. I’ll never forget the first time she bent over in front of me; her red g-string riding her hips above her jeans. I was in love. Obligatory: Everyone is 18 in this story.

Naturally, I was friend-zoned because of her friendship with my sister.  It was agonizing to be near her through the times I was single and if I’m honest, the times I wasn’t either. We talked about everything, especially sex. She’d always tell me about who she fucked, where, when, the deets… Fuck, I wanted her. 

Her first 2 years of college were wild. Tons of booze, drugs and cock. So much that it landed her in jail, hospital and rehab on a few different occasions.  We reconnected after she moved back in with her parents during this rough patch.  I helped her find a job and told her she was welcome to come to my college house whenever. We’d always been close but things were different. We started hanging out and things got romantic. She’d always tell me about her wild fucks with random guys but never wanted to flippantly cross that line with me.  At the time, I was her rock. I smoked weed but kept no liquor in the house and was otherwise very anti drugs and party lifestyle . She needed to be away from the party life and sought regular refuge at my place.

[FFM] SEX, DRUGS & A DRUG INDUCED FFM THREESOME (TRUE STORY)

## Backstory…

A few years ago, I was dating a lovely young woman; for the sake of this story, we will call her Carolyn. She was my ex’s best friend, and we always knew we had chemistry. Needless to say, when things ended with my ex, Carolyn swooped in and claimed me for her own. I definitely wasn’t complaining. Carolyn was definitely petite, coming in at five-foot-two-inches, ninety-five pounds. The thing that got me was her 28H breasts and the tightest, tiniest pussy I’ve ever experienced. She was a goddess, and little did I know she was a freak too.

Once during the time with my ex, she told me a story about her and Carolyn getting drunk together in the hot tub. According to my ex, Carolyn started asking ‘weird questions’.

> “Don’t you think girls’ bodies are so sexy?”

Followed shortly after by…

> “Have you ever considered being with a girl?”

After more of these questions, my ex got a little nervous. She then felt a hand on her inner thigh. She didn’t know what to do, so she tried talking about something trivial. As she talked, the hand moved up her thigh and under her swimsuit and began rubbing her clit. My ex-girlfriend freaked out, got up, and left, and she and Carolyn never spoke of it again.

The things that I want [F][anal][bd][bdsm][blkmail][bst][buk][cuck][drugs][exh][Fdom][fist][Fsub][huml][mast][nc][oral][prost][reluc][voy][sm][public][freeuse]

I want to be fucked on a park bench.

I want to feel two fists inside me.

I want to be on a leash. I want the leash to clip to my clit piercing.

I want to get choked while I’m being fucked in the ass.

I want to be fucked to an emotional wreck.

I want to be made so wet it drips down my thighs walking around.

I want to feel cum drip down my thighs.

I want to be a 24/7 live-in sub.

I want to know how big of a buttplug I can take.

I want to have all 3 holes abused at the same time.

I want to feel your cum pumping down my throat.

I want to cum so hard it makes me pass out. Every day.

I want to be passed around so many guys I lose count.

I want to my ass gaped.

I want to be a sex-doll.

I want to blow you at the movies.

I want to masturbate over and over again until my body is limp.

[MF] June and July 2018, how it all ended. A paranoia about exhibitionism and voyeurism.

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/az0qoe/february_and_march_2018_when_it_all_started_a/) [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/az79x4/april_and_may_2018_the_observer_is_observed_a/)

May, 2018

Not blue? Threesome? Am I being heard? Did she have her ear on her door as well? No, the stranger mentioned I was wrong about the color of her panties. How could he have listened to me?

I clean up myself with a towel, get dressed, go to the living room and light up a cigarrete and a joint in a desperate move to calm down. She leaves her room wrapped in her blanket, comes to the other couch and turns on the TV.

– Will you pass me the joint? I thought you went to bed…

– I was but couldn’t manage to sleep… I’m gonna try again… bye. I simply couldn’t get to sleep that night.

**JUNE**

As days passed by, I tried to forget that event, I just probably misheard those words afterall. Our evening program was still fun. Marijuana, TV shows, blankets, muffled moans, crossed legs masturbation, kitchen escapes and sometimes she went to her bedroom to have some extra privacy and freedom to make louder noises. That was good. One of these days after a rough session that was accompanied by a buzzing sound (had she bought a vibrator? that was news) she even left her room wrapped in a towel, made her way to the kitchen, grabbed a banana and went back to her room. Skype-style voices again. More than one voice this time.

[M]y [F]irst [F]ourso[M]e

This was a night to remember and it happened last month. It was probably the craziest thing I have ever done and I was never sure if I was the type that would be okay with it. It was a great experience and one that I would love to do again.

My boyfriend had met this couple a handful of times before me and he told me the girl was really cute, lets call her Steph. I have met the guy a couple times prior and had thought he was kinda cute. He’s about 5’9 with light brown hair which was shaved on the sides, tattoos and medium build, I’ll call him Jake. My boyfriend (Tyler) is my ideal type of guy, he’s half black and half white, 6’3, beautiful hazel eyes and short hair that was slightly curly. I find him extremely sexy and it didn’t help that his cock is 8.5 inches and girthy (I made upload some pictures or videos of us later on) and he is also fit with the most perfect ass I have seen on a guy. I am Asian, 5’0 with long black hair, 115 lbs with 32D tits and a thick ass (you can check out my pics).