Tag: G-spot

Two Squirters In One Day [F] [M]

I had just landed in Tel Aviv, and I was excited. I had successfully lined up a sex date via Adult Friend Finder with a woman named Marie, and would be meeting her for coffee in a few days. But I had a lot more time to fill up during the upcoming week, in and around the business meetings that had brought me to town.

I pulled out trusty old Tinder and started swiping. A few minutes later, I was getting hits in return and conversations were starting. A possible drink date here and there, and then a promising thread with a woman named Rachel – blonde, intelligent, attractive, and a transplant from New York. By the time the taxi pulled up to my hotel she and I had dinner plans the next day.

Fast forward a bit. Marie (the date I had lined up via AFF) was a very attractive French woman living with her husband and children in Israel and who had discovered six months previously that he was having an affair. Being French, rather than filing for a divorce she decided she would have her own fun and even out the scorecard. She had been sleeping with a small handful of men in Israel but had had her interest piqued by my entreaties. She was very sexy and very good in bed. Read more »

Fun With Sally 2: The Camping Trip [MF], Part 2

This is part 2 of 3 of my camping trip with Sally during college. Part 1 can be found here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c72d02/fun_with_sally_2_the_camping_trip_mf_part_1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c72d02/fun_with_sally_2_the_camping_trip_mf_part_1/)

The next morning was uneventful. Sally got up and dressed in what I now thought of as one of her “conservative costumes,” a loose t-shirt with blue jeans. I noticed that she had her little gold cross on display too. As we got breakfast at the campfire, Sally leaned in and whispered, “Get us somewhere private where we won’t be heard. Remember you owe me.” Then she left with a smirk.

I knew just the place to go. It was a little far and we’d need an excuse, but the answer came to me: fishing. As we ate breakfast and talked, I started formulating the details of the plan. By the time cleanup rolled around, I knew how to pull it off. I walked over to where Sally was cleaning up her dishes and whispered, “We’re going fishing. Trust me.” The only step left was to convince my parents to let us go alone.

“Hey, Dad. I was thinking about taking Sally out to the river for a fishing trip.” Read more »

My Camping Fantasy…

The sun sets as the campfire starts to burn bigger and brighter. Everyone moves to sit around the fire, smoking pot and cracking jokes back and forth as we usually do. I purposefully forgot a chair so I had an excuse to sit on my boyfriend’s lap, wrapping the two of us in a blanket. As the night continues I gradually lose more and more focus on the conversation, as my mind is pulled elsewhere. With this, I realize the power I have being in his lap. “Daddy…” I whisper in his ear, a small sign of where my mind is at.

He pulls me closer asking, “what is it, babygirl?” as his hand slips under the blanket, onto my ass.

“I want you daddy,” I respond, moving my hips just enough for only him to notice, “I want to ride your big cock”.

I feel him squeeze my ass before moving his hand back to my waist, “we can’t right now babygirl, and I don’t need to be hard right now”. Read more »

Freshman year beach trip with friends part 10 (final) [MF]

Eventually my penis returned to is flaccid state and fell out of Mari. I stood up and walked to the pool and entered by way of the steps. Mari wasn’t far behind.

She hung pretty close to me. She couldn’t stop going on about how great the sex had been. She told me that was the best orgasm she’d ever had. I chalked most of her compliments up to the novelty of our pairing, I don’t think I did anything that was particularly commendable.

She would casually touch my penis. I could tell she enjoyed holding it in her hand and studying it. I couldn’t get completely hard again, but my penis was a little more full than its usual completely flaccid state. Mari’s nipples remained nice and hard while we floated around the pool.

Mari told me she wanted to have sex with me at least one more time before we left to go back home. She also made it clear that she hoped we could become friends with benefits once we got back home. I told her that I was going to have to do some soul searching and probably get some clarification from Adam and Kathryn about how they felt about that arrangement. Read more »

[MF] That Time I Fell In Love: Part 1 (with pictures)

I have a confession. This is a story I posted well over a year ago (then quickly deleted) and over the course of the last year I’ve posted several stories about this relationship. I treated it, in those stories, like it was a casual thing, but in reality, it wasn’t. For almost three years it was everything to me and then I fucked it up. Or maybe I fucked it up from the beginning. Or maybe I didn’t. Maybe we both did. Maybe you can be the right person for the right person but it’s the wrong time? It doesn’t matter now. We promised not to talk to each other again. We’ve blocked each other’s iMessages, and instagrams, and WhatsApps messages, and emails (did you even know you could do that? block an email?). Mutual Assured Relationship Destruction. I’ve tried to forget her address so I don’t send postcards or letters when I visit places or memories we shared. I didn’t send her postcards from Spokane, or Portland, or Boise this summer. I didn’t text her when a band we had seen in a dive bar in Wyoming was playing at my hotel in Austin two weeks ago. I’ve stopped googling her. Mostly. I’ve stopped looking through the gone wild posts she made for me right after we met. Mostly. I don’t look at her new boyfriends instagram or the instagram of the restaurant she works at hoping to catch a glimpse of her in the background of a picture. I don’t look at the blog she had as an undergrad. That would be a crazy thing to do. I don’t cry when I find a random picture of her I forgot about on an old phone. I don’t look at his house on google maps. I don’t think about her in there fucking him or sitting on the porch with him as the sun sets on a hot summer evening. I don’t do that anymore. I never did that. That also would be crazy. And even though we haven’t spoken for almost 4 months now, my head still reels when I think about her. At 1 am, the moon light glinting through my open window, a breeze stirring the leaves and branches of the live oak in my yard, and then the curtains in this room- I’m hoping she is laying next to him. Awake. Staring out the window. Thinking about me. She isn’t. Right? Maybe she is? She’s asleep? She’s asleep. Sleeping on her left side, the blanket kicked lazily off of her while he lays next to her. Two pillows under her head. Always two pillows. Her small shallow breaths. The involuntary twitch of her left leg. At 3 am she’ll get up and get a drink of water. She always did. She always does. It still hurts. It really hurts. It’s not the stabbing pain that left me breathless anymore. It’s more of a dull ache that resurfaces with a memory, or smell, or a song like someone pushing into a forgotten bruise. On nights like this I really miss her. Read more »

[MMF] Sex with my Boyfriend and his Best Friend

I was in high school. Young, dumb and blonde. I use to hang out with boys a lot. To be honest, the only reason I used to hang out with boys because I love giving blowjobs. I gave blowjob to almost half of the boys in my class. Girls never hang out with me, probably because of the same reason. They used to call me a slut, whore, bitch, etc. I don’t give a fuck about that, maybe because I know I am. Well, every month I make a new boyfriend. I can’t handle emotional attachments. I meet, flirt, hang out, sex, more sex and move on. I love watching porn where pornstars are slapped, spanked, choked, etc. It makes me very horny. I think being abused was my kink.

Well, this one wild summer, I met **Jody James Willington**.

Jody was a bully. His friends were just like him. Nobody in the school speaks up about Jody because they were all of afraid of him. Once Jody duck-tapped a nerd in the bathroom and called all of his friends to punch him in the face. That kid got four stitches in his lower lip. Jody almost got restricted but ended up getting a suspension. His dad is a policeman and somehow no charges were filed against him. So, Jody was bully, beats people, gets suspended, and guess who got a crush on him. Yes, that’s me. Read more »

I answered a work call while [F]ingering myself.

This happened a few days ago, and I jotted it down quickly after I came, but hadn’t had the chance to edit till today.

I left work early cause I was freaking about some important personal things I had to deal with. I needed time to fortify my mind, to sweat out all the anxiety. And what better place to sweat than at the gym on a hot New York City summer day? No, this could be a story about how I get aroused while working out, watching hot guys and girls around me do their thing, knowing people are checking out my ass. But, it’s about what happened after.

Now is a good time to admit I have a secret naughty pleasure. On really hot days, when I’m drenched in sweat and so hot I think I’m going to melt in my clothes, I like to bend over in front of my air conditioner, spread my cheeks, and let the coldness cleanse the warmth. And I get *super* turned on doing so. Read more »

My [F]irst BDSM Scene Happened in [M]anhattan

Scroll to the …… for the light play. Scroll to the ***** for the good shit.
I met Sir on Reddit. We’d been chatting a few months on a messenger app. Finally, A rainy Tuesday morning in June, we met. I walked down the front steps of my apartment in the West Village and spotted him immediately. I’m certain I had a stupid smile on my face the entire walk toward him. Once I got to him, we hugged, and he gave me a peck on the cheek. We decided to head to breakfast to make sure we were both comfortable with proceeding after meeting in person. We ordered and chatted about superficial things. I can’t recall a single topic we broached. I already knew I wanted him to fuck me. We paid and headed back to the apartment so that he could drop his bag. We planned to go to a few museums during the day and to drinks & dinner that evening before we’d begin a scene. Sir is quite into toying with arousal and subsequently, denial.

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Long time reader, first time squirter [MF]

Ryan and I recently celebrated my 49th birthday while on holidays at a popular lakeside resort. Our kids are all grown now and doing their own things so we are enjoying reconnecting and getting away as often as possible. Empty nesting is starting to look good!

We spent my birthday hiking along a river trail and up to a powerful waterfall that had been beautifully carved and sculpted into the earth over thousands of years. It took almost 3 hours to get to the falls, but it was so worth the trek. I am always in awe of how powerful Mother Nature is and am naturally drawn to beaches, lakes, rivers, oceans… anything waterside.

As we stood alongside the falls, with the cold mist dampening our faces, I quipped, “I want you to make me gush like that!”

Ryan replied, “Yeah?”

“Yeah! I’d like to try. I saw a video tutorial that someone sent me on reddit and he even gave me step by step instructions. I’ll show you back at the hotel.” Read more »