[F] It was a party, turned into a fuck fest.

Slutty people hiii,

Just found out about Reddit and made an account. I guess this subreddit is made for me and what I’ve experience so far. Let’s say until I was 18 my life was kind of boring. Then college and snap it began to get exciting. Sexually speaking of course. I grew up in a small farmish like town. Not much around to do. Not may guys to make out or even find hot. So maybe you can imagine how starting college must have been. Sensations and sensory overload. So many hot and handsome guys. Also girls.

As you probably know or maybe remember form your time in college, if you aren’t maxed out creepy there will be the time of your first sorority party. I lived in a house with 6 girls 19-24 and we had a lot of fun. Some where slutty and I had the impression they weren’t studying in order to get a degree but in order to fuck their way to the top.

Five horny entrepreneurs, sex all around, but one thinks something deeper is there to be found…[MFFFF, Harem, Preg, Flexible, Poly]

Part 2 of 3 (check my profile for part 1, can’t link here)

*Though I’m not poly, I really wanted to explore what a healthy polyamorous relationship would look like in this tale. Hope you like it!*

 

**Felicia**

*I wasn’t like the others. At least, I like to tell myself that. I wasn’t gonna just sleep around. Poly doesn’t mean that. Well, for some it does, but not for me. No, this isn’t a story of me seducing Quade and pulling him into some dark closet, ahem—Roberta, but to the point. This is not a story of sex without consequences. It’s a story of how I fell deep, deep, in love with an incredibly sweet man.*

*He’d always been kind to me, but it takes more than a few opened doors and prepared meals to win me over. The first time I felt something for Quade was when I was working in the dome one fateful morning in May.*

“Mornin’ Felicia,” Quade smiled. I was filling the new soil sacks for storage.

Smokin’[F] hot time

Okay, so I posted earlier about how, at 22, I’ve finally managed to have my first orgasm a few weeks ago. Welp, I’ve got another story for you. My partner (26M) has been off from work for a few days and lives fifteen minutes from my job at our busy ER. He works as a medic and I’m an ER tech (and in the fall I’ll be a nursing student!!!).

I get a call on my phone while I’m in the grocery store, I smile as I see his name across my screen. “hi babe, what’s up?” I say, enthusiastically as I push a cart towards the check out.
“hmm, not much, I was just wondering if you work tomorrow?” He asked me in a soft tone.

“yeah, I’m mid tomorrow, why?” I know he can hear the items scanning in the background.

“do you wanna do breakfast tomorrow?” He asks me and I smile into my phone.

“Yeah, Id love to!” I swipe my card into the reader and we go over some short details over what to have (since I’m a picky eater and he doesn’t want to make something I won’t eat).

Alone time- A woman’s first experience of masturbating [F] [mast]

It had been such a long week in work. I was up to my eyes every day, but Friday was the worst day by far. Everything that could go wrong did. So by the time I got home I was wrecked, all I wanted to do was sit down and watch a good film and have a few drinks with my husband. I had gotten us a Chinese takeaway and a few bottles of wine on my way home. When I got in I left the bags on the table and ran upstairs to change into my pj’s . I called out to my husband to put the food out but there was no answer. When I came back down stairs I found a note on the table. It was from Tom, it said that he had to go out with clients for the night and that I wasn’t to wait up.

I was disappointed but there was nothing I could do about it, I’d just have to drink all the wine by myself. So I put some of the food onto a plate and opened the wine. I poured myself a big glass of it and went into the sitting room to watch a nice chick flick and enjoy my meal. 

Last Night I (24F) walked in on my housemate’s boyfriend jerking off [FM]

Warning in advance if it saves you from some disappointment: This doesn’t end like a scene from porn!

He’d been round all day and was planning on staying the night. It’s a pretty common set up and I’m used to seeing him around the house lots. My housemate always lets me know when he’s staying over too, which is very curteous of her.

We’d all had dinner together but then I’d gone to my room for the night to watch some TV wthout having to watch them get all handsy on the sofa. I stayed in my room all night and he presumably thought I’d gone to sleep. My housemate had obviously gone to bed earlier than him and he’d stayed up in the living room, because when I got up at around 1am to get a drink and walked in on him sat in the living room cock in hand and pumping away!

He quickly tried to hide it but it was so obvious what he was doing it was almost pointless. I apologised immediately and went straight back to my room.

Which was when horny brain kicked in. Shocked turned into scandalous thought.

My [M] memories of Squishy [F] – A twitter friend who liked aggressive sex, became a sexting partner and engaged me in multiple IRL trysts. PART 7

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gzy5hc/my_m_memories_of_squishy_f_a_twitter_friend_who/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h01pvo/my_m_memories_of_squishy_f_a_twitter_friend_who/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h02yz4/my_m_memories_of_squishy_f_a_twitter_friend_who/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h03cgv/my_m_memories_of_squishy_f_a_twitter_friend_who/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h03sur/my_m_memories_of_squishy_f_a_twitter_friend_who/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h0jbeo/my_m_memories_of_squishy_f_a_twitter_friend_who/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Squishy and I couldn’t line up our schedules for a while so we went back to sexting a lot. She sent me a new nude pic about once a week and that always made me grin like crazy. I sometimes wondered why she wasn’t more conversational and it gave me a twinge of pain that she never really confided in me much, unless it was something to do with sex. One time she make an offhand comment that she thought she might be a porn addict. Addiction work is part of my role professionally so I was keen to explore that with her on a serious level, but she wasn’t interested. That gave me another twinge of pain, but I couldn’t help but admire her self-sufficiency. It was notable that she seemed to have no lack of friends in real life but most of her time was spent at home with her two dogs. We related to each other on that point: The two of us were definitely introverted, but neither of us was shy or withdrawn. If you’re into Myers-Briggs personality typing, I’d say she was an ISFP whereas I’m an INFP.

I met my online lover in a hotel room. F40 [MF Mf Mdom]

Steve and I had been chatting for a couple of months. He reminded me of the man many years ago who introduced me to sexting or, as it was called in those days before smartphones, cybersex. It was in the old chat rooms that aren’t around any more. Back in then I was also a lot more innocent and was looking for romance more than anything. I found it and was deeply in the process of falling in love with Jack when he ghosted me, never to be seen again and breaking my married, young mother’s heart. It took months but after I recovered from the mental anguish , I resolved to never fall for anyone on line again but to just keep it all fun and sexy games.

That was when I was 27 but then at 40, Steve came into my life through Reddit. The internet and chat rooms had turned me from a young romantic into a woman with a secret life of kinky and perverted online sex. But I remained true to my marriage vows, at least physically. And I didn’t play online all the time. I went in phases where I would binge and then vow to never do it again but a few weeks or months later, there I was, back with a new username and kinkier than ever.

The Essential Free Use Receptionist [MF, free-use, oral, exh, Mdom]

The elevator doors opened and I trudged out. Of all the times for them to work on my internet access, they chose the middle of a pandemic, and now I had to risk my health by driving into the office. At least I’d be alone. “I’m not even supposed to be here today,” I quoted to myself.

“I wish you weren’t,” came an unexpected response. I looked over to the reception desk and saw Shiho at her laptop, not even deigning to look up at me.

“Oh. Good. The Office Sunshine is still here even in these trying times. You’re what passes for essential these days, huh?”

“More essential than you are. What do you even do here, again?”

“Lots of stuff. Write reports. Send reports. Babysit morons who don’t understand how data works. Harass receptionists. I’m busy.”

“Too busy to annoy me?” she asked, suddenly cheerful.

“Never. When something’s important, you make time for it.”

She sighed deeply. “Lucky me.”

I smiled and waved to her as I passed through the doors to the office itself. “See you later, Sunshine!”

“Not if I see you first,” she called musically after me.

The Wrong Package [FM]

Walking down the hallway of my apartment, I notice three brown boxes on the floor in front of my door.

“That was fast!” I say, talking to myself.

My amazon order was just placed yesterday, the bastards sure are getting fast. Thank god for Amazon Prime, or I would have to wait awhile to replace my computer parts. I opened the door and without looking, I brought all three packages in. Setting them on the table I waste no time in opening them. Box one had the memory card upgrade I so desperately needed. Box two has my new keyboard, it is supposed to make online gaming even easier. The final and third box is not mine, but I don’t realize it. It actually belongs to my next door neighbor Sara, but in my excitement, I open it without checking the address.

Inside and discreetly packaged under some bubble wrap are three glass objects. I pick them up examining them, unsure exactly what they are. I grab the box, look at the label and see Sara’s name and address on them.

“Oh shit!” talking to myself. “I know what these are!” a big smile on my face.

Recovery Ch.1 – Part 2: A Personal Lesson [ff][oral]

Part 2: A Personal Lesson

October 4th, 2032 3:29PM

As always, her father Samuel was awake when we arrived and he spent time with us long enough to make some snacks for us and learned about our day before he went to bed. He would be asleep until around 10 when he got up to get ready for work. I loved Hailey’s dad. He was nice, but stern and fair. He was the closest thing I had to a father, aside from Mommy Beck’s boyfriend Charles.

Hailey and I ate as we relaxed and watched a TV show from the 2000’s, something childish that I never remembered the name of it, but Hailey loved it. She loved all TV shows and movies from the old days, while I loved more of the modern art sort of thing. There were no TV shows now, unless it was something made here. There were a couple groups that performed once or twice a month, usually for the Master and other important people, but I was able to watch some of them because of Mommy Frankie.