Day at a friend’s house turns sexy [FM]

If you want sex, go somewhere else. Also, I’m British, so pants = underwear, trousers = pants. Just. Yeah.

So, around February time this year, I met up with my friends at one of their houses for the day. One of the friends, let’s call them Will, had come down from up north for the a week or so to see the friends they’d left behind, and the select few which included my boyfriend and I, hung out at another friend’s house… We’ll call her Jo. Will’s boyfriend, he’ll be called Nick, lived down here, so they were all over each other all day, savouring every moment they had before Will had to go back the next day. My boyfriend, Owen (also not real name) and I hadn’t had any private time together for a week, and we were stressed about exams, so I guess we were hoping for some time alone together during that last day to let off some steam. I mean, the day before, we fondled in Jo’s closet, which signalled to me that we were horny, and things were soon going to get heated.

Hen Party – Escape Room II

The screen flickers on.

Each can drink clean water from the tap, for every load swallowed.

They rouse from their sleep in silence, in a heap on the floor, intertwined, they feel surprisingly well rested. Eyes flicker to the screen, reluctant glances at each other, eyes down, shame and guilty pleasure crash together with the want to escape. Sense of time has been lost to them, it must be the middle of the night on Saturday. The Bride, her younger sister, Sarah and Claire plus the other 2 girls look up and see the human cock emerging from the booth furthest from the sink.

The instruction seems clear, they whisper together they agree on an approach. First comes the shouting, the demands to be let free, we aren’t doing anything else, people will miss us, you’re going to jail.

From the office the Amazonian and the Jester are watching they smirk and chuckle, they’ve heard it all before, there is no concern, the buyers will protect them, the market for the end product is high value, huge sums of money are exchanged amongst powerful people for they product they can offer.

The apology cake (part 1) [MF]

I enjoy writing up my escapades, but this is the first time I have put myself out there. Constructive feedback would be appreciated. If people like it, I’m put up part 2, which (no spoilers) has a MFF.

I was a fairly late developer in terms of sexual activity. Into my early 20s my idea of kinky sex was sex with the lights on in a position other than missionary. Blow Jobs were special occasions, going down on the girls I met was not encouraged, despite my enjoying doing it.

Then I met Katie. We met in a pub, and I don’t know how, but she saw something in me. We bonded instantly, and she started to bring me out of my shell and, quite quickly introduced me to interesting sex, kink and all that good stuff. I couldn’t quite believe my luck. Katie was my physical ideal, small and waif-like, with long dark hair and big almond-shaped eyes. I, on the other hand, look like a melted gremlin! She was also clever and funny as fuck.

Hen Party – Escape Room

The 6 girls in the party were asked to meet up on Saturday at 4pm for an Escape Room adventure before going straight out for drinks in town.

The Bride to Be, and the other 5 girls were tip top, fit healthy girls in their late 20’s and early 30’s with one outlier, the Bride’s younger sister who had just turned 18 that week.

Together they looked amazing all dolled up and ready to hit the town, a colourful, happy group of girls in their hottest dresses ready for a fun fuelled weekend.

The Escape Room place was in an old warehouse in a quiet part of the industrial end of town, and on Saturday afternoon was pretty much deserted when the minibus dropped them off. They were met by an imposing ‘Amazonian’ woman in her late 40’s, attractive and fit, with long dark hair. She was dressed as a medieval Lady and accompanied by a slender and athletic man dressed as a Court Jester. Together they were an authentic looking fun pair who took them into the briefing room.

The Adventures of an Awkward Obedient Nerd 5: Sweet Mary [MF]

I’d like to start this with a quick comment. Sorry about the pornstar pics lol. But I for one love visual aids, and I try to use the ones that best describe the girls in my stories. Not trying to fam upvotes or get more attention, just trying to add a submersible feel to the post. So, sorry about that. Anyways, if you missed the last post, [CLICK HERE FOR CHAPTER FOUR, PART TWO](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gh5kc4/the_adventures_of_an_awkward_obedient_nerd_4_this/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

I feel like a total hypocrite sometimes. Maybe I’m alone, maybe I’m not. Idk. Sometimes I want a genuine relationship, and I shit on people who only sleep around. But man, I’d love to have a fuck buddy. Or like I mentioned in the previous post, one of top sexual bucket list items is a threesome of any kind (honestly I’d be down for just being in a group chat and just sexting), but I’m also terrified that my partners always want more than just me. But it’s okay. I’m working thought stuff, and I’m learning to live with it. Now if only I can check those boxes…

My [MF] Freshman Horror

Hey y’all, first time posting so if my post doesn’t abide by the community’s rules apologies in advance.

So it was the week before Halloween during my freshman year of college earlier this school year. I 19[M] was at a party with a couple newfound college buddies when all of a sudden I see a chick from my freshman seminar class. We got to talking and having a drunk conversation when suddenly she starts grabbing my dick in front of everybody. Immediately recognizing the signal, I decided to invite her back to my dorm since my roommate was gone for the weekend. So we start making out in my dorm and eventually get to her blowing me and then finally sex. I ask her if she wants me to use a condom and replies no since she’s on birth control. With that being said, I rawdogged her for a solid hour while she was moaning loud, like hear it from the hallway loud. After an hour of rawdogging and trying to get off, I finish in her mouth, we get dressed, and she leaves.

When I [m] had a bisexual threesome (mmf) and fucked a woman bareback

I’ve got another true story for you. This one is a year or two after my last story about having threesomes with an older couple.

At this point I’d done a bit more exploring and was seeking out ways to tiptoe more into bisexual experiences. As an attractive, mid-twenties (at the time) guy in NYC, it wasn’t that hard. Dating apps were just becoming a thing (but Tinder wasn’t on the scene yet). I connected with a college age couple a few years younger than me, and they invited me over for dinner. It was super cute. They lived in a building in Brooklyn that was an old warehouse converted into nice apartments with tall ceilings and an industrial decor.

The couple was super sexy. The woman was tiny… more of a pixie. Short, thin, and incredibly cute. She was a dancer, so she was fit and flexible. She had small breasts with proportionally large nipples/areolas. The guy was very handsome. He had long hair, a stubbly bear, and a thin/fit body.

Sneaking off with my dream girl at a high school party [MF]

Thanks to the reception of the first Jules story, here’s more! There might be a part 3 if people like this enough.

Disclaimer: some details have been changed for anonymity’s sake, but all the plot and events are all true.

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

I woke up the next morning pinching myself, wondering if last night was a dream or if it actually happened. But the short text conversation from the night before confirmed it. Wow. Jules had really sucked my dick last night with skills I didn’t ever imagine her having. I wanted to tell my friends, but I convinced myself that I could blow (no pun intended) my chances of anything in the future if I outed her. At lacrosse practice, my mind was somewhere else. I spent hours trying to decide what to text her, still worried that one wrong step could fuck up, to quote Bob Ross, my “happy little accident.” So all of Saturday passed without a text. And so did most of Sunday. I finally got up the guts to send something to her Sunday night. Even though all I said was “hey :),” I was still so nervous that I threw my phone at my pillow and left it there for 20 minutes on silent. In that twenty minutes, I’d convinced myself that she’d never respond, and that she’d seen it, and that she’d shown her friends, and that they’d make fun of me for being clingy, and she’d never want to see me again…

Eating Out the Girl From the Cafe [MF]

“So, umm you want to go back to my place?” she asked nervously. I looked at her somewhat surprised and taken back, but replied instinctively: “Yes”

I had met Mia 8 hours earlier while joining in on a language cafe in Seoul, where many young Koreans gathered to practice their English in a social setting. My reasoning for being there was actually not in the pursuit of getting laid, but for genuinely befriending local Koreans and try to fully experience their culture during my short visit in the country. However, being the only two Americans in a group of 20-30 attendants we naturally found each other. She was an English teacher and was attempting to improve her Korean. With her fair olive skin, beautiful silk-like long black hair, and brown eyes that looked at you intensely, she must have been that teacher whom the dads loved to see.

Megan’s Slutty Adventures: Naughty Bridesmaid [toys] [anal] [cumshot] [cheating] [voyeur] [dildo]

Part 1
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are now beginning our approach on Los Angeles International Airport, where our time on deck should be 3:37 PM, Pacific Time. If everyone would please raise your seats, buckle your seatbelts, and put your tray tables into their upright position, I know myself and my crew would most appreciate it. If you look out the left side of the plane, most of you will be able to see the Pacific Ocean, and its beautiful out there today folks. Temperature on the ground is a balmy 87 degrees Fahrenheit with a northeasterly wind at about ten knots. Now I’m going to shut up and get you on the ground so you can enjoy beautiful California.”

Megan took a deep breath and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of the corner of her eyes as the captain’s message played overhead. The flight had not been too crowded, with only one other passenger in her row, a young, clean cut guy in his twenties, about her age she judged. Megan snuck another glance at the veiny, muscular forearms that peeked out from under the sleeves of his hoodie and felt the heat rise a little. Turning toward the window, she sighed, maybe a little too loud. It was going to be a long few days without her husband around to help her release some tension. God, she had only left him a few hours ago and now she was already craving something… naughty. If I don’t calm down, she thought to herself, I might end up doing something very irresponsible.