The last time I saw her was outside the train station. It was a cold January morning and we were wrapped in scarves and thick coats. The cold winter air stung our cheeks as we held each other close, the crowds of people pouring in and out of the station parted around us as we said our goodbyes.
The time we had spent together had been brief. What was it – three weeks? A month? It still seemed surreal that we had grown so close after such a short period of time but despite this we were now forever connected in some unusual way. We had given each other something that we had both badly needed, for different reasons, in a difficult and changing time in both our lives.
But is was not love, no. And as if to confirm this we did not kiss during our goodbye. Instead we just held each other tightly. I breathed in her smell, ran my fingers through her thick black hair, gently feeling the skin on the back of her neck, committing her to memory one last time.
Finally, we looked in to each others eyes as we released one another from our arms and she turned and slowly walked in to the station. I watched her pass through the gates and then disappear from view amongst the crowds on the platform.
Tag: Girlfriend
[MF] How My Girlfriend Breaking Up With Me Led To My Teacher
First and foremost, before moving on, I would like to point out that this is fiction. It is not based on real life. No rules were broken, no taboos explored, no lines crossed, however much it may be a dream of many of us out there. Now, without further ado …
At the time I suppose, I was naive and moronic, not to say that I’m still not those things, but I was most certainly at that point very much so. She and I, my girlfriend I mean, had been dating since Homecoming. We were both on the cross country team, although she was an actual star while I was just average. Our relationship started as most relationships in high school did.
“Hey, uuuuuuuh … God, this is hard to say. Um, are you going with anyone to the Homecoming Dance?”
“Mmm,” Carol paused at this, she looked to me as though she were thinking about how to start a paper. (By the way, her name was Carol, still is, whatever) “Nope.”
“So umm, would you like to go with me?”
“Umm, sure.”
[M]y 26, relationship with my 26, [G]F
Just came across this sub so I had to create an alternate account for privacy to share my stories about how my relationship with my girlfriend had evolved over the years, I’ll try and keep it short and specific to one story, but I have a ton more to share if this goes well! So strap in, or lube up, because its an awesome ride (pun intended!).
I first met my gf (Ali) in college, we met the first week there, and I was immediately attracted to her. She’s 5’4 of Portuguese decent, with beautiful tan skin, a good body, not super thin, not super thiccc, with a great ass and legs, B cup with these perfect small nipples. (I didn’t know all this initially, i just saw this smokeshow girl and was instantly attracted, seriously outkicked my coverage here) I’m 5’11 200 pounds, a typical wannabe meathead, italian descent. I’m no pornstar my dick is 6 inches but pretty thick, and I’m in pretty good shape.
[MF] What happened during my trip to Florida… (Part 4)
Click here for [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8bcyvq/mf_what_happened_during_my_trip_to_florida/) and [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8dk1m8/mf_what_happened_during_my_trip_to_florida_part_2/) and [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8evhgt/mf_what_happened_during_my_trip_to_florida_part_3/).
This story is lengthy, so I marked where the sex begins. And for those who are now joining us…
>*I am white with black hair, a thick beard, and blue eyes behind a pair of black-framed glasses. I am 6 feet tall and 220 pounds. My cock is 5 ¾ inches hard and thicker than most, or so I have been told. I am 24 years old at the time of this story.*
>*Paige looks like [this photo of Krysten Ritter](http://www.short-haircut.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/Female-Short-Blunt-Haircuts-with-Bangs.jpg), but with teal highlights. She is slightly over 5 ½ feet tall and has an average build. She has B-cup breasts, a nice ass, and has her nipples, clit, and labia pierced. She is also 25 years old at the time of this story.*
Also, I feel that a disclaimer is needed for this story. It does contain a rape fetish, so if that is not your cup of tea, then you may want to stop reading right about now.
**—PART FOUR—**
I pissed off stepmommy. [m19/f39] [stepmom] [femdom]
I pissed off stepmommy
I walk inside the house and get myself something to eat. I haven’t had a meal all day since I was moving back into my dad’s and stepmom’s place over the summer from college. I get my frozen meal out of the fridge, cook it in the microwave, then chew it down and throw the box and tray away. Not long later, my stepmom walks in the house from work. Her name is Lisa. She’s 39, about 5’4”, with dark hair, and hazel eyes. She locks the door behind her and I hear the thumps of her heels on the wooden floor as she walks into the kitchen.
She sets her black work bag on the table next to me. “Good to see you, Brandon.”“Nice to see you, mom.” I respond.
She then stands over me and gently kisses my lips. “Missed you.”“You, too.” I add.
She then goes over to the trash can to throw her empty starbucks cup in her hand away when she sees the pasta dish I cooked. She throws her mug in and slams the trash can lid down with a thud.
[MF] Discovering thicc girls
This is a story that happened a few months ago during spring break. I am a 20 year old college student. Every since I can remember, I have always been looked at as a jock. I am big and naturally athletic. I was all conference in high school football and the captain of the basketball team. In college, I just play recreationally but stay in good shape.
I’ve always dated the type of girl you would stereotypically assume a jock would date. My two serious girlfriends in high school and one serious girlfriend in college are all fit, skinny, preppy, queen bee types. I’ve always considered sex with them more than enjoyable but wished it could be a bit more adventurous and exciting (name calling, rougher, more dirty talk, etc.).
[F]irst post – [M]y r4r success story (cheating)
First time posting anything on here, so here we go. Been a long time lurker and this is a re-post of what I posted on r/Socalr4r.
A little about me: 5’2, early 20s, thick, asian, 36DDs and huge ass, from LA lol
Posted last Sunday that I was looking for some fun that night (which has been deleted). Got a crazy amount of messages/chats, but in the end ended up finding one that I was interested in. He’s 5’8, white, skinny, 5-6 inch penis. We exchanged pics and he told me that he and his gf just broke up and he’s into thick chicks. He said he had some toys he wanted to use on me, more specifically nipple clamps and a collar he wanted me to wear and that was always something I wanted to try.
He had plans that night watching a movie with his buddy, but we were still down to meet at his place after.
I was probably 90% confirmed and 10% still talking to other people that might change my mind.
[M]y [F]irst hookup
I finished school in spring of 2016 and now wrapping up my second year at my first job. It turned out the job I wanted did not align with my major. So, with few options, I got stuck in a small town in the country a couple hours from my alma mater, and my then girlfriend of 2 years. After 6 months of doing distance, I decided I would rather wallow in my misery by myself than drag her down with me. Don’t get me wrong though, I love my job, but that is the only thing I like about this place. I found my only consolation in my new city by playing a lot of sports. I am 5’11” with lean runners body and a dark complexion.
Fast forward to this past weekend. My vacation days are set up to expire on my hire date so I have some to use up. Using one Friday, I went down to visit the few friends I had left, and partied Thursday and Friday night. The story begins on my third night of partying, Saturday. I hadn’t been with anyone since my break up over a year and half ago, and my friends were trying to lift me out of my slump and set me up with someone.
A Week Of Fantasy Island [MF] [MM] [BDSM]
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 in Australia and the copious bits of paperwork required. Paperwork to attain consent, which would be verbally confirmed upon arrival.
Fantasy For a Day
**Fantasy for a Day**
I’m a writer, among other things. Though I find all the stereotypical things sexy that most men would find when it comes to being attracted to a woman, having sex, etc., I realize there are places where my high sex drive and artistic vision intersect that are not common to most men. Currently, I write literary erotica alongside my traditional literary work (though the erotic is almost always published under a nomb de plume), and will continue to do so, but I wanted to do something new and unique with my sex drive and artistic endeavors. That’s what this series, Fantasy for a Day, is all about.
I work in public a lot, writing and researching in places all over the Cleveland area. There are many beautiful women at the establishments I frequent, women that incessantly interrupt my work with the fantasies I can’t help but have about them. I want to share those fantasies with you, fantasies that arise in the places you are familiar with, fantasies about women you might know…perhaps fantasies about you.