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I got so horny writing GoneWildStories last night that I invited a guy over [FM]

Just a quick update, not a full story (since I’m at work). Normally I’d want to give you guys all the juicy details, but its a busy Monday and I know you would prefer to get a short story rather than nothing.

Last night as I finished writing about Amber ([my first story about sexting with her is here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a9ns9b/sexting_with_amber_my_hot_lesbian_tinder_match_ff/)), I was going so crazy that all I could think of was getting some, and I didn’t feel like waiting.

Michael (the married guy I’ve been with from Tinder) was busy with family, so I kept chatting with a few others guys on Tinder and Bumble.

Predictably, more than a few were open to coming over, and I went with Tom, and 30-year-old bartender with blond hair, a fit body, and (as he willingly showed me) a seven-inch perfectly-straight cock.

It was pretty normal to be honest. He swung by about 15 minutes after I gave him my address, and it was awkward for a few minutes until we started kissing over two beers.

I took him into my bedroom and he undressed me, then undressed himself. Read more »

[FFM] When I was twenty two, I spent about a year as a financially compensated sex slave to a couple over twice my age.

Suffice it to say, that this isn’t about that whole year, just the first night I met them. This happened over a decade ago, but I recently found my notebook from that time and after rereading it, I decided that I feel I could rewrite it well enough to share. I kinda have to share it, because it was one of the craziest and simply most out-of-the-ordinary things I did in my twenties.

Lets just start off by saying that I was and still am an unabashed slut, though I’ve slowed down considerably since that time. As a college dropout, sleeping on friends couches or in one of my numerous fuck buddies’ beds, parties and hookups were basically my whole life at that time. I’m not ashamed of it because I was always going to be a fuckup as far as society was concerned, so I’ve always lived exactly the way I wanted to live. This whole thing started when I met a woman in a bar. She offered to buy me a drink to, and I quote, “Wash the taste out.” You see, I had just returned to the bar after leaving for five minutes to blow some random stranger in the backseat of his car because he was good looking and had bought me a couple drinks. Read more »

[FF] The layover [Lesbian] [Fingering] [Semiclothed]

I was travelling from London to Los Angeles to visit friends – and the cheapest flight I could find was via Porto. The hitch was an 18-hour layover, which was a pain, but the price was so good I went for it and booked an apartment for a night in the old town.

I took a cab from the airport, half an hour’s drive. It was a journey that kept the attention – one moment we were on a raised motorway, passing light industrial units and out of town supermarkets, the next minute without warning we were taking sharp turns up cobbled streets while the driver made enthusiastic use of his horn. Where we ended up was a warren of alleys and arches and cafes that spilled onto the road, all under the deep blue of an August afternoon. This was more than great – it was awesome: beautiful, romantic, mysterious. Read more »

Got fucked by my tinder date in a minivan [FM]

I had sworn off dating apps for a while, after only having negative experiences on them. I redownloaded tinder for one day just to try my luck when I saw The Guy. Now, for context, I am a half-Korean half-white 21 year old girl. I have dark brown hair and green eyes and I’m 5’9 and quite slim. I consider myself average level attractiveness. But this guy is a SMOKE. He’s 6’4” and has dark brown hair and blue eyes. He’s a professional athlete and is built with these abs and this ass and these thighs that made me nearly die. I’m bisexual and had recently only been hooking up with girls and was beginning to convince myself that I’m just a lesbian. But my god, I had to meet him. Read more »

I [F] got an erotic massage from my longtime masseuse [F]

This is my first story here, might ramble a bit but thought it was too good not to share…

This just happened a few days ago.

I’ve (F 42) been seeing my massage therapist (F 28ish?) for almost 3 years. The first time I met her, I was immediately attracted to her…not really in a sexual, lustful way, but more of a “wow, what a cool, confident, interesting girl. She’s a little alternative, hippieish, changes up her hair color often, but always really put together – I was immediately envious and smitten by her whole vibe. Our fist 3 sessions were at a larger chain massage company, they were all pretty standard clinical massages, she was was cool to talk to, did a great job on my legs and I felt comfortable with her – so when she told me she was leaving to start her own studio I didn’t hesitate to follow her.

The first thing that jumped out to me when I started going to her new office was what she would wear for the sessions. From the conservative uniform to a tank top with no bra and yoga shorts…I immediately went from, “She’s a super cool chick who does a great job on my calves” to “holy shit, this girl is making me have feelings I’m not sure how to process.” Read more »

I had sex with my cousin [MF]

I’ve been writing up a lot of my sexual experiences lately, but by far the most interest I’ve seen has been the last couple of days, when I’ve been back home for the holidays and just been going stir-crazy in my home.

*If you haven’t read my stories before, my name is Riley. I’m 26 years old, and a bit of a girl-next-door type. Specifically, I’m a 5’4” brunette with brown eyes, I wear my hair long, a bit past shoulder length, and I stay pretty toned with cycling classes. I’m no supermodel, but I’ve never had trouble attracting a guy (or even a girl).*

So a few nights ago I crossed a line I hadn’t even dreamed I would cross, and it took me a while to work up the courage to write about it. There’s a link below to the full story, which is way too long for a post on reddit, but I’m copying some of it here…

I woke up this morning and touched myself [F]

If you’ve been reading my recent posts, you know I’m home for the holidays, back on the cold east coast… fortunately I’ve been staying warm with some fun sexy friends, but the more I get the more I want, and I’ve definitely been wanting more lately.

This morning I woke up slowly, reached for my phone and read some recent comments on my stories. I let my hand wander down my stomach as I held my phone on my pillow close to my face.

I scrolled through a recent message thread, in which a guy was telling me how much he wanted to bend me over his desk, slide my panties down and spank me until my ass was red and sore, and only then would he unzip his pants and slide his bare cock inside me… then he sent me a bunch of pictures of his cock and (surprisingly muscular and hairy) body.

I save threads like that for when I wake up impossibly horny, my body just begging for the dirtiest messages, imaging myself used as the sexual plaything of any of the fun perverts on reddit ;)

[FF] Millie and me, Normandy [Lesbian] [First time]

We came across the Channel June the 8th, 1944, two days after the beaches had been taken. It was a rough crossing and we were landed into what seemed to me complete confusion. The beaches were still strewn with equipment and vehicles – and though there was no enemy – there was no doubt this was a battlefield.

Millie and I were army nurses – I could give you the regiment but it wouldn’t mean anything. What matters is we were to support the British advance towards a place called Caen. All we knew was it was meant to be taken quickly but that hadn’t happened and there would be hard fighting.

Looking back we were young and silly and naive and so terribly brave. We had a lot in common Millie and I. Both of us well educated, from well-off families. Both of us the youngest. Both of us had brothers fighting – mine an intelligence officer in the East, hers a lieutenant (it’s pronounced left-tennant if you please) in North Africa. She was a slight brunette, no bust to speak of, all gawk and angles. I was Red to the core, pale as the Senior Common Room at King’s college, curvy as the Circle Line (but far to young to be fat). Read more »