[F] My Humble Beginnings

This is the story of two of my firsts! And well, you never forget your firsts, so I figured that I might as well share it on here with you lovely lot here on Reddit.

This happened back in college, as many things do, when I was 19. That was just four years ago, mind you, I’m not an old woman or anything, but 19 feels like such a long time ago to me because of how much I’ve changed since then. You see, I used to be this epitome of innocence. I didn’t drink, I didn’t fuck around (or at all), and I went to this Christian organization that was based at my university. They even offered me an officer position in it actually, and the only thing that was stopping me from accepting it at the time was my concern for the effect that it could have on my grades, but otherwise I totally would have. It’s a Roman Catholic org, but the aesthetic’s sort of Mormon if anything, all our posters and publication materials online would have us in all white – prim, proper, clean, the works. Very conservative, and that was me at the time.

School Bus [mf] [fDom] [exh] [huml] [reluc] [shoe]

I had been late getting ready this morning. Classes started too damn early in high school.

Bags under my eyes, hair wet, with my thick glasses, long sweatshirt, and tight jeans, I took a window seat in the middle of the bus. The popular kids walked right on by as I blew clouds onto the chilly, clattering window. I didn’t want to talk to anybody this morning. I hadn’t had time to masturbate, and this early break from my routine had already put me on edge.

The seat warmed under my body and yet more jocks huddled in the back, as yet more nerds sat solitarily in front. I liked a few from either crowd, but didn’t fit in with any groups. I was a drifter, no center of attention yet not unwelcome either, and the middle seats were the fringes where I roamed. But while I wasn’t part of any group, I wasn’t totally alone, either.

[F] [M] I needed cock, and bad!

I had gone too long without it. Cock. There is just something about it that I can’t describe. There’s no replacing it. A plastic or rubber dildo won’t do. There has to be some actual meat on it. It has to feel warm, and somewhat flexible. I like the feeling of holding onto a warm body as he enters me, looking into his eyes and stroking his hair.

My wife isn’t into guys though. She never really has been. She dated them when she was in high school, but when she went off to college she realized she was just faking it for her family’s sake. I don’t blame her. Everyone has their own preferences. We had created an agreement at the beginning of our marriage though. We’d fuck other people, as long as we were open and honest about it. I could have my dick, and she could bring home an occasional girl to play with when I was working late. It was win win. But as we got older, more important things would pop up. Work projects, family gatherings, or even just an occasional free weekend where we preferred to stay at home and eat ice cream in our pajamas.

[MMF] Sex with boyfriend goes wrong (right)

Its been several days since i finally told my boyfriend about my fantasy about me being dominated. I was thrilled because we were gonna do it today.

We were in his apartment. We were alone. He lives with his friends but they were out. I was so turned on when he tied me to his bed to a doggy-position, but i didnt show it to him. I tried to crawl away. I begged him to let me go.  My both hands and feet were tied and i couldnt move.

He puts it in and starts fucking me. “No, please not this way”, i beg. I try to get off from the ties. “Theres nothing you can do”, he says. And i knew its true. So hot.

Then it happens. Someone bursts into the room. The door wasnt locked. Fuck. He comes to the bed and i recognice him. Its one of my boyfriends buddys. My boyfriend stops fucking me and yells “what the fuck man?” He just stares at me, at my little asshole, and i cant do anything. I cant move or cover myself. I feel shamed.
My boyfriend just attacks him and punches him in the face. They fight on the floor.

The Night I Met My Nymph [MF]

A little background for everybody, I am a 6′ tall Asian guy, my body type, is that of a former athlete that went a bit out of shape, so I am somewhat fluffy yet hard. My Nymph on the other hand is a 5’2″ Asian girl, with long dark hair that runs to the middle of her back, petite frame, A cup boobs, perfect hips and one hell of an ass.

Now that we have a bit of a background, we met through Bumble, she swiped right due to me being athletic and interested in yoga; I swiped right because I found her cute and I hoped we would match.

We chatted for a little over a week, while chatting I jokingly flirted with her somehow involving her owing me a spank when we meet up; she agreed. Well I had no idea what kind of girl I was already playing with as apparently I will later find out that this is her weak spot.

I KNEW IT WAS WRONG [Mf] [oral] [rimjob] [mast] [swallow]

I was helping out some friends who needed an office manager for a summer camp they ran. I was supposed to sit in the office, handling paperwork. But that summer, they were a little short staffed for counselors. I’m only 23, so it didn’t seem too out of place. Anyway, most of the other counselors ranged from 18-21.

On the first day of camp, I was told there were a few more counselors who were arriving. I waited outside to greet everyone as the busses arrived. The kids rushed off the busses, ranging from 6-18. And then, I saw her. The new counselor. She was a thick blonde, wearing skin tight beige shorts, hiking boots, and a blue polo shirt. By the time she had stepped off the bus, I had undressed her with my eyes, her firm breasts, muscular thighs. She had a pink pussy, a little patch of hair trimmed into the shape of a triangle.

I walked over to her and offered to take her bag, introducing myself.

“Eric,” I said.

“Ariella,” she said. “I guess they stepped up their counseling game since last year.”

[M] Sexual encounter with my married [F] girlfriend. Ladies you may like this story.

I’ve read some of the stories on this subreddit occasionally and thought this would be a good place to share one of mine. This happened a few years ago, but I have never shared this until now. Awhile back I was in a serious long-term relationship that ended unexpectedly and roughly. I was heartbroken and was not looking for anything serious. I was just looking to fuck and I did a lot of it for a few years after. Right after the breakup I happened to fall into a friend with benefits relationship with a married woman I worked with. It happened unexpectantly and to be honest I don’t remember how it started, but it lasted for about three years. I dated other women, but she (let’s call her Sara…I always liked that name) was a regular sexual partner. So, if you like this story, I have several more that I can share.

[M]adly in love, [F]rantic petting

Long time lurker, first time poster. I thought I’d share some of my experiences. This one is relatively tame but it’s one of my favorite memories. 18+ disclaimer.

We were young, and madly in love, the way that only hungry high schoolers can be. She wasn’t the girl next door. She was the girl two houses down from my mom’s house. Ella was tall, taller than me, and thin. Leggy and still awkward in her high heels; she reminded me of a fawn, unstable and unsure of her footing. That look, those almost stumbles, those knocked knees in miniskirts, hurt my heart even today, as I stare down the barrel of 40. She had dark hair, thick and straight, past her long pale neck, down to her shoulders. Big doe eyes with heavy lashes, she liked to give me butterfly kisses, curled up at my side on the couch at her parents’ home. Her chest had outgrown her body that summer, and most of her tshirts, and she knew it. 36 DDDs, a tiny waist, almost no hips yet, and those legs, legs that went on forever.

[MF] It took moving out of the apartment to finally lay my former roommate.

Quick backstory: I went to high school with a girl and we were friends but never super close. We ended up going to the same University and hung out quite a bit our freshman year and then moved in together our sophomore year. But by this time, she already had a boyfriend. She has dark hair, tan skin, about 5’2″ and couldn’t weigh more than 110lbs. Athletic; she played tennis in college. Very petite and tight body. I am 6’1″ 190lbs with an athletic build and am very shy in general.

Being from the same hometown, we would drive home together for holidays to save on gas. One trip back to college, we played a strip game in the car. I was driving her car and she kicked my ass in the game, but knowing she had a bf, I never took any clothes off. A missed hint on my end. On another occasion, she was getting ready to go out for dinner with her bf for their 1 year. She called me back from my buddies apartment (2 minute walk away) for me to help her pick out a dress. She tried on a handful of dresses for me to judge which one looked best on her. She also changed dresses in front of me and me being innocent/shy, missed another hint. I never saw her completely naked because she had a strapless bra on, but she sure looked fine as hell in her underwear. The lasthint I missed/ignored, since I knew she had a bf, is she called me to pick her up when her car broke down. Not her bf. She asked how she could repay me and I told her to not worry about it.

[MF] After the Happy Hour (part 2)

Thank you all for the kind words on my [last post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9vlk9d/mf_my_goingaway_happy_hour_led_to_me_fucking_a/). I could have wrote more but my first post was already pretty long. It felt good to write it all down. I was feeling hesitant to post it since it was so personal.

Since Sarah and I really didn’t see each other at work anymore, there wasn’t much of opportunity for awkwardness. And the neighborhood is rather large so it’s easy not to see someone unless they are right in your block.

I had thought a lot about that night. In fact, I had to change the sheets and wash the comforter because of just how messy they got. Going back to that memory brought a smile to my face and even made me a little hard.

I thought about the clingy black dress she wore and the black lace panties she wore underneath it. The fact she didn’t wear a bra that night, how I came inside her not once but twice. I also couldn’t stop thinking about her fantasy of wanting to be my wife. It didn’t really bother me that night. It fucking turned her on but it just felt a bit weird to me. I decided that wasn’t going to dwell too much on it and if she brought up again, I’d ask her more about it.