My [f]irst tinder [m]eetup, at age 33

This happened over the weekend and I’m still shaking with excitement and nerves from sitting down and writing about it, so I guess you can say this was an intense experience for me.

I’ve been single for the last six months, after being in a relationship for the last ten years. I don’t want to get into it, but it didn’t end well and left me having a hard time trusting people. I had only been with three people, and after the breakup I was pretty sure I was done with men altogether. For months, that’s how I really felt.

Well, about a month ago I started missing sex and thinking about it a lot. So, totally terrified and not sure what to expect, I signed up for Tinder. I got all the usual dick pics and bullshit and after a couple days of going nowhere, I stopped checking the app.

All I want for Christmas is you… Part 1 [MF] [True Story] [Adultery] [Car Sex] [ONS]

**This is a true story, originally I posted about this 6 months ago [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/adultery/comments/a95i52/had_my_first_one_night_stand_last_night/?ref=share&ref_source=link)**

*I’ll write a continuation if there’s enough interested*

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I sat at the bar drinking a coke, contemplating what to do next. I didn’t want to go home. Back to her, back to reality. Self-destructive, looking to ruin things before they could end; I was lonely, but just wanted to be alone.

Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound. I sat back and resigned myself to my fate as I asked Barman Bill for yet another coke. Still at least Bill liked his job. Chatting with women and making cocktails, but also listening to the sob stories of idiots like me sitting there drowning their self-inflicted sorrows.

“Is it happy hour?”

“Duos Porn star Martini por favor”

Hey you alright?

What’s your name?

Oh Danielle, nice. Oh, you’re here with your work friends?

Who am I here with?

Oh, yeah, my mate Jack. He’s just outside in the smoking area outside.

Oh, when’s he coming back? I don’t know, he’s been gone a while.

I think he said he wasn’t feeling too well.

[MF] Magic Hands – A very brief encounter in the ladies room of a club.

This is my first time posting here, and on Reddit for that matter. Please let me know if I should have done anything differently. I’m not particularly clued in about the workings of Reddit yet.
So I’ve been thinking it would be nice to write down some of the filthy adventures I’ve had over the years. Especially back in the days of Craigslist, or when Tinder was still used for dating rather than promoting your insta account. I recently discovered this subreddit and have been enjoying all the stories for a while now. Figured it was my time to contribute.

As a short introduction. Most of these stories played out in my mid thirties. At that time I was in an open relationship and my social life was made up of a nice group of open, kinky people. One couple in particular, who we had met through Fetlife, had become very close friends to us. We’d all take drugs together and go out to techno nights. We were always pushing the boundaries and always acting as total enablers.

Misery Loves Company: Chapter One [MF][Edging]

James had one hell of a day.

The trains were late in the morning which meant he was late getting to work. His boss wasn’t too pleased of course. He decided James needed to be reminded through an overly long lecture about the importance of punctuality. It hadn’t been the first time James had heard the lecture but he wished it was the last time. The lecture usually clocked in at about twenty minutes and it was horrid. All he could do was sit there and nod. Finally, he managed to get to his desk and find a hundred emails waiting for him. Most of them were trash but they all needed a prompt response. That took all morning. Of course, he wouldn’t be able to just respond to all of the emails. There were phone calls and requests from his co-workers to help with their own work. He couldn’t even take a proper lunch, quickly going through a sandwich with one hand while typing with the other.

During a quick break to get some coffee, he learned the trains were going to be late going home as well. Great, absolutely great, he thought to himself. Swapping over to his phone, he pulled up his girlfriend Miranda’s number and put together a quick text.

The Camgirl Part IX: A Night In [MF] [Anal] [Oral] [Str8]

**IX: Liam**

Liam gave his girlfriend a curious look as she locked the door behind them, “What are you doing? I thought we were going out tonight.”

Marie said nothing. Instead, she walked back over to him and gave him a kiss that left his breathing labored.

“We’re not going out tonight, babe.” Marie said, “I just wanted to surprise you, and I wanted you to dress up for me.” She started playing with the buttons of his shirt, “You look really good by the way.”

Liam grinned, “Thanks. You look…Incredible.”

Marie giggled, undoing the top few buttons of his shirt, “Why thank you. You like my bra, I noticed.”

Liam nodded, his mouth suddenly a little dry, “Yeah, I—yeah.”

Marie laughed, her hands moving further down his shirt, undoing the buttons as they went. She began kissing the exposed flesh of his chest and stomach as she revealed it, lips leaving a warm trail down his skin. When she got to his jeans, Marie reached down and felt his crotch. She looked up and gave him a knowing look, “It looks like you really like my outfit.”

The time I cheated on my long-distance girlfriend with my best friend [FF], Part 2

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ceo8i4/the_time_i_cheated_on_my_longdistance_girlfriend/)

I’m so glad you all liked my last story. This is my first delve into writing smut, so I thought I’d start “easy” with true stories from my life. Skip to **[SEX HERE]** to get right to the filth.

Where I last left off, I had gone down on my best friend Marie. We fell in and out of sleep and kissing all night. She moved to “take a turn” on me, but I stopped her and said, “How about we make tonight all about you? We could try the strap-on next, it’s nice and clean in the nightstand…”

Well, she giggled, blushed, and went back to cuddling with me. There was no strap-on action that night – after all, she was very sexually inexperienced and a strap-on is a pretty big jump, haha.

We went back to sleep that night and didn’t do anything else. The next morning, in the cruel light of day with a hangover rapidly approaching, the full weight of what happened the night before struck me. I looked over at my hot friend Marie, who was still sleeping, and glanced at my phone. Of course my girlfriend didn’t text me. We texted maybe every 2 or 3 days, and even then, it was a couple of sentences at best. We never called. It’s like I was single.

That whole myth about oysters being an aphrodisiac may be true [M][F]

I’ve been a faithful reader of GWS for awhile and wanted to share one of my own favorite experiences.

This story happened about 7 years ago but it’s still at the top of my spank bank. I’d been dating my girlfriend, Shawna (not her real name), for about 3-4 months. I was 26 and she was 25. We both lived in a major city and had met on a dating site. We were both in good shape and (I think) pretty attractive. I have some pics posted of myself on here, so you can judge for yourself. Shawna was tan, about 5’5” with straight-ish brown hair just below her shoulders, cute face, an athletic build with perky tits, a flat tummy and, most notable of all, an ass that absolutely would not quit. I’m kinda short (5’7”) but athletically built/muscular (particularly back in those days), and have been told by many partners that I am well endowed, particularly in the thickness department. So far we’d had pretty good sexual chemistry.

The first time I was paid to have sex [FM]

For the last three years I’ve been working as a sex worker in my hometown. It all started my first year of college. I got to college as a pretty prude girl who had only had sex with my one boyfriend at that point. After a little exploration and meeting fun people, I quickly opened up and was having a blast. I went from only having quick, lights-off missionary sex with my high school boyfriend to threesomes and all kinds of crazy stuff.

Christmas break was coming up and I was talking about plans with my roommate, who we had gotten pretty close, and she told me she was going to stay around campus and work to save money. Up to that point all I knew about her work was it was at night and she’d come home around like 2am – I assumed she was a bartender and didn’t want to talk about it.

Helen in High Heels Part IV [MF] [Long]

I transferred out.

It wasn’t all about Helen. I just realized that I didn’t really like my school. Besides Helen, I had made no other friends. The big city college style wasn’t working out for me. So I transferred out. I did my last two years in a small all boys college in a suburban town near the city. It was great. Small class sizes, knew my professors. It was very reminiscent of high school. It was a setting I was comfortable with, and I thrived. I did well in classes. I made friends. I even dated a couple of girls from the nearby girls college. It went great.

When I graduated, I went job hunting and found a mid-level job in my field but it was 3 states away. In July, I packed everything in my car and drove over.

It took me a while to get settled in my new setting and my new job. But by November, I was familiar and somewhat comfortable. It was honestly getting the hang of being an adult. I even asked a girl out on a date from the office, Jenna.

The time I cheated on my long-distance girlfriend with my best friend [FF]

Disclaimer: This was a few years ago. Obviously some memories are stronger than others – I took a couple of “creative liberties” (mostly dialogue for flow), but I swear this story is 95% true. Look for **[SEX HERE]** to get to the naughty part faster.

A few years ago, I was finishing up my bachelor’s degree. I had been with this one girl, Katie, for about a year. She graduated a year ahead of me so we decided to do long distance for a while. It was a bad idea because our relationship was already on the rocks – in my mind, the space would be refreshing or whatever.

Well, while my girlfriend was on the other side of the country working at her new job, I stayed behind to finish my degree and rekindle my friendships. I had “nested” with my girlfriend – we weren’t really leaving the house very often and we were having friends over even less often, so when she left, the first thing I did was hit up all my old friends to see if they forgave me enough to hang out.