My First Blow Job [MF]

I was a nerd in high school and into college, before I discovered my sense of humor and figured out that an outsized sense of humor, combined with just a little physical self-improvement, could unlock a woman’s heart…and her sexual favors.

Though I had one scorching romance with a fellow nerd during this period of my life, it was off and on, and when it was off, I was often fumbling and clueless with other women.

But even a fumbling nerd gets lucky sometimes. I found that luck, and her name was Julie.

Julie was cute and sexy — 5’5″, probably 135-140, pleasantly curvy, with brown hair, brown eyes, and luscious lips that I wanted to kiss badly.

We had chemistry immediately upon meeting. She was a farm girl and I was into Garth Brooks and Randy Travis. She was looking for a worldly experience, and I had lived in 3 countries. She had a fantastic smile, eyes that twinkled when she smiled or laughed, and in a fortunate and rare turn of events, she was into me from the start.

My [F]irst Experience, Part Two

I enjoyed telling the story of [the first time anyone touched my bare breast](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/643txs/my_first_experience/) and, despite the almost complete lack of wildness, many other seemed to enjoy it as well. Let’s try another reminiscence – it’s called “Remembrance of Sticky Fumblings Past”, making it a combined Michel Proust/Hannibal Lecter reference. Can’t be too many of those out there! This has a proper narrative structure: exposition, rising action, climax and resolution!

Gordon (the first one to fondle me, in my final year of high school, if you didn’t read part one), became my boyfriend and we had lots of firsts. To manage expectations early, that never included what is usually thought of as one’s “first time”: I was still a virgin when he and I broke up: only *just*, but I was! Now, the dictionary defines “virginal” as “pure, unsullied, untouched”, and he saw to it that I wasn’t *that*, but technically I remained a virgin. (The dictionary also defines “virginal” as “a small harpsichord”: I wasn’t that either.)

[M]y [F]avorite Country Boy

This past weekend, I had an amazing experience that I felt I needed to share. It’s a little more… pure?… of an experience, so I apologize for the length and non-sex details, but I promise, they’re important! And there IS the good stuff!!

Important Info: I’m engaged, but I’m in a poly/open relationship.

The Delilah Experiments, part 1: The Window [MF]

Two in a day!
Delilah, I think I mentioned, grew up the very definition of a choir girl. That’s how I’d known her in high school, the transfer student from a catholic school who was way too nice to ever associate with a broody musician like me (gag). When we started hooking up, now 27 and reunited, one of the first impressions that I got was that she desperately wanted to push her boundaries. In the almost ten years since, she’d gotten tattoos, dyed her hair purple, moved to the city, and had a longer list of partners than I did. Yet none of them knew how to crack that shell. Apparently I did.

I’ll be documenting all of the kinks and quirks we got into over the next few weeks. Hope you enjoy.

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It started out simple enough. A week of not seeing her had led from us texting nearly every hour to an escalation of topics, and eventually how very, very compatible we are in bed came up. I told her at some point about my writing these stories, and she seemed interested, so I would write her little samples, just solo thoughts really. A little detail, just enough to fill in the blanks and round off the edges, and it would drive us both into a frenzy.

Playing with myself [F] while he sleeps [M]

Before I start, here’s a photo of me on the bed where all the action happens: http://imgur.com/a/sPkDF.

 

My fuck buddy, called M, was a high school friend that apparently always had a thing for me. After everyone left for college, I barely kept in touch with a majority of my classmates, him included. He had expressed some interest in meeting up over winter break of sophomore year, and that catch-up session quickly turned into a crazy night of releasing many years of pent up sexual tension.

 

We liked the arrangement of having someone to fuck while we were on school breaks, and occasionally we’d even make the drive to visit one another at our respective campuses. M is a great guy who never disappointed in the bedroom, but he was more of a one-and-done type of deal as opposed to the men who get hard and are ready to go again right after they orgasm. Don’t get me wrong, I was always satisfied with the sex we had but sometimes having sex just makes your hornier, right?

 

A phone call every guy wants to get [Group] – Long

It’s not something I really expected would happen. Like something that you usually see in a ‘college party’ themed clip on a free porn site. Until it happened to me.

First, a bit of back story.

It was my senior year at a small liberal arts college in central Ohio. I wouldn’t really call myself a man-whore, but I certainly didn’t hurt in the areas of female companionship. I had been in and out of long term relationships for a good chunk of my college years, but was recently single and was really just enjoying having as much fun as possible before graduation and being thrust into a life of actual responsibility. I was in the best shape of my life, about 6’2, 225lbs. I wasn’t a bodybuilder, but spent plenty of time working out to keep myself together. No one ever seemed to have an issue about size, uh – down there, but I always thought of myself as average in that department.

My BF Bribed Me Into Wearing a Chastity Cage and Anal Jewelry for a Full Day In Order to Watch 50 Shades Darker For Valentines Day [TM] [Exhibition] [Bondage]

Sorry for the long delay between my posts in this sub! I know a lot of you messaged me these last few months asking me to come back. I’ve been busy with a lot of life changes and I guess those changes bring some fairly recent stories I can tell!

So a quick update on my life, that guy I wrote about in my last story, you know that 48 y/o hot doctor I went home with at a bar and we hit it off? Well we dated casually for a couple of months and then I became his girlfriend around Christmas time and I actually moved in with him in early February. Things just clicked really well between us although his daughter absolutely despises me >_<;

(Quick Intro for new readers: I am an Asian transgender woman in her mid-20’s. Right now I’ve been told I look as white as possible because I dyed my hair blonde again but I usually have brown or black hair most of the time. I’m 5’4 110 lbs and I started my transition when I was in high school)

[MF] Hate Sex is the Best Sex

So, this is my first post and I’ll try to be the most accurate possible because this event took place on last Saturday. I hope you like my true story!

**<I’ll put a mark down there if you want to skip the background story>**

I’m 22 y.o and i’m a 3rd year college student. In high school I wasn’t that much of a success in the “girls department”, so, when I went to college and had some attention from girls, it was all new for me. I wasn’t a virgin by then, but close. So, there was this girl. She sat behind me on one of my first classes and good God was she fine. I’m 5″10 and she was way smaller than me, but she had a really nice body and a gourgeous hair that did go along with a pretty, but naughty, smile. I was hooked from the first moment. I started a conversation with her and since we were making a lot of noise and my classmates weren’t really enjoying it, we started exchanging some messages through a piece of paper which only led to the start of an SMS conversation.

[M]y girl [F]riend? Or Her Best [F]riend? Decisions… Decisions…

Let me share a little background:

My senior year of high school, just after turning 18, I began dating a girl named Elizabeth. Liz was soccer player with jet black hair and and gorgeous hazel eyes. She was half Asian and half white. She was curvy in all the right places. Her only downfall was that she was a bit of a nerd and was considered a “good girl” or even a prude around school. The whole reason we met is because I had a huge crush on Liz’s best friend Jacqueline. Jacqueline had been a crush of mine for 4 years now, but she was never without a boyfriend. She seemed to always be dating someone, and they were never short term relationships either. Jacqueline was tall, with brown hair, blue eyes, and a smile to die for. She was thin, but had a perfect round ass from playing varsity volleyball.

Anyway, the way Liz and I met, was because I had just found out that Jacqueline was recently single. During lunch one day, I went looking for her. I ran into Jacqueline’s best friend, Liz, and we got to talking. According to Liz, Jacqueline and her ex were already back together. I was a horny 18 year old, so long story short… Liz and I started dating since Jacqueline wasn’t available. I was hoping to change her prude status to easy…

high school romance [mf]

Do you remember what it was like, being in high school?

The insecurity, the lack of confidence, the self-assured ignorance, the hormones, the gossip, the jealousy, the flaky friends, the obsession with popularity.

Oh, and the firsts. You can’t forget all of those first times for everything in high school. First time driving, first time sneaking out of my parents house, first time giving a guy blue balls, first time kissing until my lips hurt, first time giving a blow job, first time having sex, first time having sex in the back of my car, first time falling in love, first time heartbreak.

For some reason, I always think back to that first time with Jordan. He was so sweet, and we were so innocent, so ignorant. We had no idea what we were doing, but it was the first time I had ever experienced another person touching my body, caressing my skin, desiring each other so fully that we would have done anything to just have each other. In those moments, our concept of the world went no further than each other. We had everything we needed in each other. We thought it would last forever. But that was part of the beauty, part of the appeal, part of the magic of those first times. We were under a spell, cast by a limited understanding of the way love and relationships work.