The Coed [MF] [public] [kink]

I moved out of my house in late May, 2007. I was just separated then, looking for some action. I hadn’t had decent sex for some 7 years. Sure, a few quickies, a few bj’s here and there, but after the baby, my wife just wasn’t interested in anything that took time, or that wasn’t ‘vanilla’. Our sex life early on wasn’t like that. Seems like every guy I know that was married with a baby had the same problem. That wasn’t at all why I got separated, then divorced, but it was an issue.

Freshman year beach trip with friends part 2 [M][F]

I woke up as the sun started shining through the windows. I looked over at Mari’s bed and she was still asleep. She had fallen asleep naked and had kicked off most of the covers in the middle of the night. She was laying on her stomach so I didn’t get too good of a view.

I got up and went to pee and brush my teeth. I figured my best chance to shower with any privacy was while she was still asleep. I stripped down outside the shower and got in as soon as the water was warm. I mostly kept my eyes closed so I wouldn’t have to knowingly deal with my best friend’s girlfriend seeing me naked in the shower.

In between washing my hair and body the events of the previous day swirled through my mind and my penis came roaring to life, standing straight out and pointing above the horizon. I opened my eyes and saw that Mari was standing next to the shower, still naked, brushing her teeth and stealing glances of me, mostly my penis. I said good morning to her and she said the same to me. I asked her how she slept and she said she had a hard time going to sleep. The last thing I needed to do before I got out was shave down below. I took care of that and she seemed particularly interested in that part of the shower.

Freshman year beach trip with friends [M][F]

This is the first story I’ve written so it’s probably going to be a little longer than it ought to be. If there are more stories down the road I’ll probably try to skip some of the details, but I remember this weekend so fondly that I can’t spare any details. If it gets too long I’ll complete it in parts.

This story took place about a month and a half into my freshman year of college, early to mid 2000s. My girlfriend, Kathryn, and I had gone to high school together and started dating about six months before we graduated. I stayed in town and went to the state university in the town where we grew up and she went to a private college out of state, fairly far away. Timing worked out that we were able to take a long weekend with a couple we were friends with, Adam and Mari. Adam and I had been best friends since we were 9 years old and Mari was friends with Kathryn (not best friends, but pretty close). Adam went away to a different out of state school and Mari stayed in town and went to the same school as me. They had been dating about three months longer than us. Our trip was planned to include a Friday and the following Monday and we were going to Mari’s parents’ beach house on the gulf coast of Florida to stay in their guest house. Nobody else was going to be there, but she and her siblings only had access to the guest house when her parents weren’t there. They were quite well off and I’d heard that the beach house was beautiful.

The Last Ti[m]e Be[f]ore Growing Up

I’ve been thinking about an encounter a lot lately. The full picture doesn’t paint me in the best light, but maybe sharing will get it out of my system. The story is true, everything that I type actually happened. I’ve changed some things around, minor things for editorial’s sake, major (but not story/“truth” altering) things to preserve my anonymity as best as possible. But, for anyone craving details, this takes place years ago, in the south east.

I don’t entirely remember exactly how I met her. I think it might have been through a mutual friend, maybe I was out at a bar with my friends and we bumped into each other. What I do know is that my long distance (now ex) girlfriend was not there. Maybe that’s obvious, given the long distance title, but it’s an important detail none the less.

But this isn’t the story of how we met, this is the story of our last night. The week before my girlfriend was moving to my city.

My initiation into the world of spanking and impact play [MF]

My college girlfriend had a strong disliking for wearing clothes. She hated the feeling of restricting fabric over her body, so she never wore bras. She tried to keep her legs as free as possible, wearing the shortest shorts available. However, on the day we went to the museum she took it a little too far. She wore a top that looked somewhat like the beginnings of a dress but it was far too short to call it that. The slightest bend over and her panties were peeking out to say hello.

This girl had a fantastic ass. It was round, firm and plump – holding its shape perfectly regardless of whether it was encased in clothes or not. I used to playfully pat her rear end as a sort of inside joke as we walked up the stairs leading to the dorms. She came from an extremely conservative family and was slow to come around to exploring new sexual ideas. However, at the same time, there was no denying she was a freak in the most oxymoronic way. Those pats were just my friendly way of making fun of the fact that she desired extremely kinky and sexual things (which she openly confessed to me on a regular basis), but wasn’t quite ready to explore them. I considered myself to be pretty vanilla at the time honestly, and this was just a harmless joke.

Fantasy Island [Fdom] [Msub] [MF/MM] [Bi]

I saw it advertised online. In clear black and white in the pages of an adult entertainment website. I was not sure what I was looking for, other than a release from the doldrums of a dire day to day existence. I had come out of a long-term relationship rudderless, and the seemingly endless sea of porn and unfilled promises was doing my head in. The words read out like a beacon to my cock.

#Fantasy Island

Within the advertisement, was a promise of a week of heteroflexibility, where you would be one of many, ready to take part in a competition of sexual pleasure. I didn’t know what to make of it, at first. Heteroflexible? Admittedly, that was something that ended my relationship. I had dearly wanted my ex-girlfriend to put toys in my ass and she wouldn’t. I started watching bisexual porn and became intrigued by the cocks of other men. Was it going to be worth the flight to Australia and the copious bits of paperwork required? Paperwork to attain consent, which would be verbally confirmed upon arrival.

Power struggle [19m/26f] [wrestling] [casual]

Power Struggle

During the time I was weight lifting, I had quite the crazy number of experiences I can discuss about. Being a 19 year old teenager with a lot of testosterone, a ton on muscle to boast about, and having decent looks, I can say a lot about getting friends at the turn of the head and hookups at the first conversation. I was in college and even though there was a gym, they didn’t always have the equipment in tip top shape so I always worked out at LA Fitness outside of the campus. Even though it costed me extra money, it exposed me to a lot of people in the town or students at the college campus.

One of the many girls I hooked up with actually ended up becoming a girlfriend for a while I met at that gym. It was November and the year was getting into its freezing winter months. Temperatures were beginning to dip close into the 30’s and the weather was almost consistently cloudy at this point. Because most people didn’t like working out at night and that it was cold outside, almost nobody would ever show up to the gym past 8 at night so I began working out at that time.

The Gardener [MF] [Str8]

“Don’t forget to clean the upstairs bathroom!” yelled an impatient voice from downstairs. “Just because you’re home for the week doesn’t mean I’m cleaning your soap scum!”

“Yes, mother,” replied an annoyed Heather Ryan.

“And be sure to vacuum your bedroom while you’re at it!” she added. “You father and I worked hard to keep your old room organized. Don’t make us do it again!”

Heather felt like banging her head on the nearest brick wall. It was her first day home from college – the first day of spring break, no less – and already she longed for another mid-term. It was hard enough with most of her friends were taking trips to the beach or camping upstate. Being stuck at home made it feel less like a vacation and more like a chore.

“Chores,” Heather groaned, “they never end because things always get dirty.”

Slumping down in her chair at the desk next to her bed, she was already dreading the rest of her week. She’d arrived home from college late last night, carrying two large suitcases of dirty clothes, one of which got soaked because it had been raining. Her parents were glad to see her for about five minutes before they started giving her crap for tracking mud into the foyer.

becoming fwb with my ex-boyfriend’s future roommate [FM]

Some background:

Hi there, I’m a nineteen year old girl who is in her first year of college. I’m average height, tan, brunette, with green eyes and although I have small boobs (B cups on a good day), I am told I have a great ass. (I would say I agree) I’m also in pretty good if not very good shape. (was a soccer player, now I just run a lot and lift some) This is also my first story and post, so sorry if it sucks lol.

So around a month ago, my boyfriend and I of three years broke up after about a year long rough patch. It had been pretty rocky for while, and we both just got to a point where we decided we were better as friends rather than boyfriend and girlfriend. This did not, however, happen before a close friend of mine signed a lease to be said ex-boyfriend’s roommate next year with two other mutual friends. This close friend of mine also happened to be someone I secretly had a developed a thing for shortly after my boyfriend and I’s relationship became very chippy. You see, this friend was everything my boyfriend couldn’t be in my eyes, laid back, fun, positive and uplifting, not to mention he is extremely tall with an adorable smile. The closer we became, and the more distant my then boyfriend and I became, the greater my attraction grew. Once I was finally out of the relationship, I immediately set my sights on fucking him. I was so happy to finally be free of the restraints of a toxic relationship and I decided I would try and be bold by suggesting to him we become friends with benefits when the time was right.

[M]y girl[f]riend could only think of one way to make things right after I cheated on her: “I want you to watch.” [shame] [cuckold]

Since I got a lot of love for

[the strangely intense sexual relationship that took place without any words ever being said between the two of us](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/82cxso/the_strangely_intense_sexual_relationship_that/) and

[the pretty freshman girl who couldn’t take her eyes off me](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7uh3zu/the_pretty_freshman_girl_who_couldnt_take_her/), here’s another one. Kinda fucked up, but I think that’s what makes it hot.

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We lay there in silence in a stagnant puddle of gray bedsheets, tinted by the blues and pinks of the early morning light. I stared into Eden’s face, trying to see past the wisps of her just-above-shoulder-length blonde hair. Her small round lips were pinched together tightly, her giant blue eyes wet and red and looking at the wall behind me. She took short, shallow breaths as the veins on her temples bulged. I could tell she was doing everything she could not to cry.

“I’m really sorry,” I said, hearing the stupid hollowness of those meaningless words but unable to think of a more fulfilling alternative. “I love you. I really, really do. I hope you’ll give me a chance to prove that to you.”