collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9tp8oi/my_roommate_and_i_gradually_went_from_drinking/)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9tpbnl/my_roommate_and_i_gradually_went_from_drinking/)
[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9tpern/my_roommate_and_i_gradually_went_from_drinking/)
**Part 4 – The Finale**
This story took place years ago when I was renting a room from a long-time friend in his newly purchased townhouse. We were both in our early 30s, single, and working easy jobs with few responsibilities. The events are all real and occurred on different nights over the course of the last few months we lived together. I’m not a writer or anything so forgive me if I don’t come across as the best story teller. If it seems slow, don’t worry, it picks up rather quickly. The dialogue and events are as close to truthful as I can remember. I changed the names of everyone involved (not that it really matters, I suppose) but everything else is just how it happened. I’ve had some enjoyable binges of sex in my life, but the weeks I’m writing about here were some of the most memorable. I frequent r/gonewildstories but I have never confessed anything. So, here it goes…
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The next morning I wandered downstairs to find the house empty and a note on the kitchen counter explaining that my grandparents had to take a friend to Pendleton and would be gone until late that night. I was on my own for breakfast and dinner, lunch would be out at the state park with the other side of my family.
“Not a bad thing,” I thought. “Maybe some time to cool down was a good idea.” Thinking about recent interactions with Grandma.
I got dressed for the park in a tank top, swim trunks and sandals then grabbed an old pair of creek-shoes from the laundry room. Creek shoes were just old worn out tennis shoes you wore in the creek with no socks. Getting soaked and drying out made them stiff and good for nothing else, but protected your feet when wading and swimming in the creek. I had left a pair here a summer or two ago when visiting with my family.
*I wrote this for SSC, but I thought you guys would enjoy it as well. It is fiction. Trigger warning: Free use, bondage, reluctance, work related play*
Ok, this is a little mild for SSC, but here it is. My boyfriend and I have been having after-hours sex in my office. It started with a little play; he was supposed to pick me up from work to go to dinner on his birthday, but I had to finish an email to my group. I started groping him to distract him, then it progressed to a handy. Somehow (eyeroll) I got distracted from my email and started giving him a bj. He was telling me office play was the hottest thing he’d ever had from me. So I hiked up my skirt, pulled down my special birtday panties, and let him have a go while I typed a shakey email. Finally I finished, he finished, we cleaned up, then went to dinner at a fancy restaurant (my treat).
**Revenge**
Disclaimer: Please note that I am german and just want to write down my phantasies, whereas the English used ith the story might not be 100% accurate. Also please keep in mind that this is largely a sexual story. Reader discretion is adviced!
With that being said: Please, sit back and enjoy the story :)
When life gave me lemons, I fucked it in the ass! Because that’s what you’re supposed to do!
And trust me, life really loves to give you lemons.
Let me give you an example: Imagine you see a beautiful young girl. Blonde, wavy hair slightly over shoulder length, maybe 1.70m tall, slim figure but really nice curves, and a face of an angel, small lips, pointed nose, plucked eyelashes, blue eyes and every smile is sweet like honey, with her small dimple on each side of her cheek.
How could this girl, no sorry, this angel be of any harm to you?
Well, allow me to introduce Aennie Klain, the nastiest and sharp-tonguedest girl I’ve ever met.
I don’t know why, but for some reason Aennie loves to expose people, especially the losers and weak ones.
And finally, it happened.
Casey (my wife) and I were alone in the house. It’s rare, but happening occasionally as the kids are getting older. We put on some music, hung out in the hot tub, smoked some pot, and enjoyed each others company. Not one to let an empty house go to waste, rather than going to our bedroom, I grabbed a big blanket and laid it out on the living room floor.
We dimmed the lights a bit, and fired up the wood stove. Music in the background, doors locked so no unexpected company would come in, and Casey said she wants to watch some porn. She’s not big on it, but sometimes finds something she really gets into. I sorta curate some stuff on PornHub that I think she might like, and she’ll go through it. Apparently I found one she liked, though it surprised me that she did. Usually, it’ll be something BDSM and male/female, group, anal, but this was solo. Just one woman, pierced, putting a mango in her pussy.
When my girlfriend was in college, she got drunk at a frat house with some of her friends for a football tailgate.
A guy she met there got her alone, brought her into a room, and he and his friends took turns on her. She was too drunk to remember many of the details, I know there were 3 guys in the room. She also remembers her friends knocking on the door looking for her, but one of the guys told them nobody else was in the room.
I get extremely turned on thinking about it.
If anyone is interested, I’d love to read a story written in the third person along those lines. PM for any details you’d want to know if you’re up for it!
[Part I is here.]
(https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9jfd47/swapping_at_a_halloween_party_an_intro_to_truth/)
*Names and minor details have been changed for anonymity.*
It was a few days after Halloween, and my wife Michelle and I were anxious to play with our friends Mark and Winn again. We’d had threesomes with women before, but we’d never swapped with another couple. Just the small amount of playing we did with Mark and Winn had been so hot, we were constantly horny just thinking about it. We wanted more. But how, with a willing but reluctant Winn controlling the pace? We went through a bunch of ideas: Spin the bottle? No, that’s fun for a minute but it’s just kissing. Truth or Dare? Maybe, but it’s usually lame. I scoured the internet for hours looking for swinger games to ease in newbies, but there’s nothing good. They progress from “Make out for a minute” to “Anally gangbang the mailman” in like…2 rounds. No thank you. But then Michelle knocked it out of the park.
After a fun and successful first day at Comic Con, I was even more excited about my second, as it gave me the chance to win a brand-new cosplay outfit that had barely arrived in time for the show.
For day two, my cosplay was Asuka from Evangelion – more specifically, her school uniform – a red wig with unique hair clips, a white blouse with red bow, short blue skirt with straps over the shoulders, and knee-high white socks topped off with normal school-style shoes (no high heels are a godsend for a long day at a convention sometimes). As cosplay goes it was easy to get into and I was more than happy with the results as I set out for the day.
As it happens, the previous evening I’d had a very surprising match on Tinder – it was someone who recognised me. I was in a bit of a fluster when he knew a couple of things about me that weren’t on my profile and started asking if I recognised him, but my worry turned to fascination when he revealed how he knew me. He’d actually met me not long after I started cosplaying many years ago – him and his group of friends ended up hanging out with my group of friends and myself at a Comic Con at the time, and they’d ended up buying us drinks before we went our separate ways.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this, I thought to myself as I stood at her front door. Through the door I caught a glimpse of one of her other friends walking through the kitchen, wearing nothing but a white tank top and light blue panties. Her tits bounced freely as she turned and ran down the stairs.
I rang the doorbell, and instantly heard the sound of five excited girls yelling as they ran to the door.
Just my luck. They were all wearing all wearing limited clothing and their tits were all equally as big. I could feel my cock starting to grow already.
They pulled me inside and grabbed my bags. “Where have you been,” said the girl in the blue panties, “we’ve been waiting for you!”
“Hey,” said Dollface. “I’m so glad you came, I was getting worried we weren’t going to be able to sleep with you tonight.”
An odd choice of words I thought as they guided me downstairs to the basement. On the floor laid what appeared to be three mattresses pressed together with an endless amount of pillows on top of them.