Dorm Basement Blowjob [mf][college]

I ran into Cassandra at a dorm party, a Friday night mixer that the Belknap Dorm Welcoming Committee threw in their basement. The party was kind of pathetic, basically a dark room, a table with a bowl of potato chips and a punchbowl of grape-flavored punch, and some Depeche Mode blasting on someone’s borrowed stereo set up. A dozen people hung around in the shadows, mostly nerds and freshmen. I heard the music from upstairs as I entered the dorm, and decided to follow the THIS WAY TO FUN posters down into the basement. One glance at the place was enough to decide me I had better things to do on this Friday night at my college, but then a second glance alit on Cassandra, standing by herself to the side, looking at the “party” with a disdainful expression which was similar to mine.

She was a short, petite gal with long ginger red hair, a very pretty freckled face, a nice curvy bust, and skinny hips and legs. I had seen her around before, but had never had a chance to talk to her.

That Killer Blue Dress [MF]

My [last story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3kzo56/the_one_that_broke_my_heart_mf/) got a lot of positive, supportive responses and though it’s been over a year I’ve decided to share a few more stories. These are all real, though I may have misremembered details and added a little dramatic effect. Memory is a funny thing like that. It can make you hate someone you loved, or love someone you hated. It can convince you with absolute surety of an experience even if it never happened. In that way I am only human and nothing more. As usual this is a long read and I’m sorry if not especially interesting. I’ll leave you a bookmark to skip to the parts you want to read.
Not quite a year had passed since she had broken my heart, maybe only a few months. A wounded heart makes you forget time and space, makes you unreal in your own mind. Things blend together and I cannot even remember how much time passed between “Katy” and I’s one tryst and when I could again feel like I was real.

At this time I was working in a cubicle of a small office on the second floor of a financial building. I won’t bore you with details but we worked on the retail sales side of the financial industry and my team was small but hard working.

My first casual sex experience [MF]

Ok, I never thought I would post to this subreddit.

This happened yesterday and I am writing this when things are fresh in my memory. I am 23 and have been working in the tech industry for close to an year after graduating last spring.

Through out my life so far I did not have any casual sex experiences. I have a profile on OkC and my profile says, looking for LTR only. I have been in 3 LTRs or potential LTRs at least. I had sex with 5 guys so far, and all of them I met with the intention of dating.

After moving to my current city which is a tech hub, I dated a guy briefly for 7 months and broke off with him 3 months back. I have been kind of taking a break from dating as things got busy at work and I am also rethinking my pitch. I mean what I want and don’t want in a relationship etc. I also enrolled with a trainer recently and it is kind of going well. So, I want to keep things that way at least for now — Or so I thought.

In case of an emergency break a cock [MF]

It was the second half of freshman year. I met Anna in the first week of class. I made a joke about Shakespeare being just the Elizabethean era’s version of the pro wrestling. That made her laugh. I had broken up with my high school girlfriend and was not looking for anyone at the time and she was seeing someone else. So we just started to hang out and enjoy each other’s company

We had become close with the odd uncertainty of mutual attraction that we could speak of dispassionately and do nothing about. By the time registration for the second semester had rolled around, we decided to take a core class together, and we chose Astronomy as both needed to knock off a science class. We thought it would be easy enough, but whoops, it was not. It was a brain breaker calculus based class.

So we started to spend every Thursday night in her dorm room together working on the homework we got on Wednesday that was due on Monday. We would work hard for a while, talk for a bit, work hard for a bit, and then have a couple of drinks.

[FF] I cheated on my HS boyfriend w/ my virgin best friend

Hey, this is my first reddit submission. Talking about my first (and only) experience with a girl.

We were 15 and I’d already been with my high school boyfriend for a year. I’d been sexually active for a few months, but my best friend, Nina was still a virgin. We were both young with dark hair and tan skin. I was a little tinier than her, with small tits and a cute butt. She was a more voluptuous, with full, developed boobs that I was jealous of. She’d always been kind of a homophobe, so I was surprised as to what happened that night.

As per usual, I spent Saturday night sleeping at her house, and after a night of popcorn and movies, we crashed out in her bed… I had a really hot dream that night; I woke up feeling super horny. I was laying on my side with my back to Nina.

A favorite Memory [MF]

“Let’s go find the mixer!” I mischeiveously suggested to Emma. The glint in her eye told me I was on to something and we rushed upstairs to give Landon and Veronica some
space.

 

As soon as we got upstairs and before we even got through the hallway, I grabbed for Emma’s hand pulled her around so she was looking at me. I gave her one last chance to protest before I moved in.

 

Her gaze darted between my lips and my eyes. She seemed shy or coy, but she ever-so-slightly bit one side of her lip – one of my personal favorite tells.

 

All of the sudden our tongues clashed as she attempted to climb up my body, her leg wrapping around my ass and her mouth was pulling mine into hers. I wasn’t used to such a vigorous partner, and it emboldened me. I used my body weight to pin her back on the wall. I grabbed her wrists and held them above her head.
She flushed red and I could practically hear her wetness flowing as she pushed her mound into my hip. I spread her lips with my mouth and our tongues fucked each other. It was animalistic, urgent. Each volley of thrusts was bolder, deeper than the last.

Work Release [MF]

Life has gotten interesting again to me over the past year or so. I’ve enjoyed reading enough things from Gone Wild Stories that I want to share some of my experiences. Names have been changed to protect the guilty as hell. A lot of set up and not a whole lot of sex for the first couple thousand words.

Last April

“Want to grab lunch” Katie asked as we were finishing up a segment of the risk analysis of a variety of pricing configurations for Exchange health insurance policies. Pricing analysis was our baby and our hell. We had been working on this together since 2013 when I was in a different department and noticed that the product profile that we offered was a really dumb offering. I brought that issue up with my boss, and she brought it up with the individual market group.

Somehow I was transferred within two weeks of me opening my mouth. Katie had just started at the company. They had hired her because she was smart even as the bosses did not know how they wanted to use her. We were locked into a little side office for the next eight months until the 2014 policy year started.

The Appointment [MF]

The street outside was covered in shades of grey, the clouds unsure whether they would unleash another torrent of rain from the sky. It was the first dry day of the week, although puddles were still collected at street corners and intersections, I was happy that people had finally put down their umbrellas. At my height, I was always dodging sharp metallic tips wielded by clumsy tourists and the regular rush of pedestrians that filled the streets of Brooklyn in the late afternoon. Checking the clock on my phone, I realized I was running, but then again, when wasn’t I. Picking up my pace, I started to jog down the street, not wanting to be late for the photo shoot I had agreed to do this afternoon. The pay wasn’t much, but any buck helped, and the craigslist ad said he could wear whatever clothes he liked. Hoping to look attractive, I picked out my favorite pair of black jeans, which had a slight sheen to them, which wrapped tightly around my ass and showed a nice outline in the front, if my blood was flowing. I grabbed my old dark green and grey flannel from J. Crew, and slipped on my new Dr Marten’s boot, hoping that the photographer would like my style. Who know’s, maybe I’ll get a new profile pic out of it. I was truly feeling myself when I got into my sexiest pair of underwear, some black sheer briefs that left little to the imagination. I had packed an extra pair of blue jeans and a few black t-shirts just in case I needed to switch it up during the shoot.

Emily Gets Her Freak On [mf][ff][road trip]

Friday afternoon my cell phone buzzed with a text. I was sitting out on the porch of my fraternity house, basking in the sun, reading some literature, wondering what kind of games Emily might have in mind for the weekend.

Last week, after giving me a loving kiss goodbye at the door at 6:30 in the morning, after the insane debauchery that had occurred with her and her two slutty friends Jane and Jasmine, Emily told me. “Don’t make plans for next weekend, okay?” Her eyes had twinkled mischeviously as she nipped at my lip. “Please?” Grinning like an idiot, I gave her ass a squeeze, and then hopped on my bicycle, waving good bye to her. Inside her house, her 9 year old son Jacob was still asleep, but it was about time to get up to start getting ready for school.