Taking the virginity of our High School’s outcast [mf] [bullying, humiliation, rescue, hurt/comfort]

I was no snob in school. Despite being beautiful, meaning I had some lucky genes, I still hung out with a rag-tag group of retards. Just nerdy, strange, people. People who didn’t exactly fit it. Mostly because a lot of them were androgynous or gay/trans, also because they played games, watched anime, the typical considered geeky stuff. So I wasn’t by any means the top of the social food chain. Though even my friends considered me out of place among them. Having come from an extremely wealthy family I dressed well, was white, female, straight teeth, great vision, couldn’t gain an ounce of fat even when I tried. Like I said not stunning but rather lucky genetically. Enough to feel like an outsider in my insecure group of dorks. Also weird enough mentally and emotionally to feel like an outsider among the preppy rich kids.

No where was right for me. Trying to fit in I held a lot of thoughts and emotions back. About life, depression, sadness, I was very angst ridden for a while.

Sweet home Chicago [MF]

He is someone I have a lot of history with, goes back to high school now in our mid twenties. He says I’m the love of his life and I know he’s mine but I won’t tell him because I am not ready. Our chemistry is amazing. I recently moved back home, Chicago. He is black, I am Hispanic and we are both good looking people ( my humble opinion and strangers lol). The other day we had date night and it was one of the most passionate nights of my life

We started the night by going to a comedy show. We drove down lakeshore which is a street next to Lake Michigan and you get a gorgeous view of the city skyline as you ride In front of it. I wore a dress, I’m small but curvy and he couldn’t keep his eyes off me. He held my hand while he drove and “accidentally ” brushed his hand between my legs raising my dress. I told him to stop and he told me ” you knew what you were doing when you put that on” he asked me if that turned me on and I lied and said no. After a really fun time at the show we went to a very nice place downtown Chicago where there is bowling, pool tables, arcade etc.

Bianca in Berlin – Part 1: Alex the Barista [MF]

The name’s Bianca. I moved to Berlin, Germany earlier last year for a job at a start-up. The timing was perfect – I just broke up with my emotionally abusive boyfriend, and decided to take time out from serious relationships to heal myself.

A little intro about myself; I am 23 years old, I am about 5′ 8, dark brown wavy long hair, big brown eyes, C cup boobs, long legs and a big butt for my figure.

Story: I like Berlin for its coffee culture – lots of cafés around, and for a newbie in town like me, it was a great way to make friends outside work.

Since my work is mostly based online, I can do it anywhere with an Internet connection. So I started coming to this coffee shop in Berlin Mitte that serves amazing Americano and very reliable Wi-Fi.

I had my eye on this tall and handsome barista called Alex from the very first time we met. He’s about 6 ft and had this athletic build with tattoos on his right sleeve with messy blonde hair. He has the most amazing blue and green eyes I’ve ever seen. I didn’t have the courage to make small talks with him so all we did was exchanging long and intense gazes.

[MF] Her last virginity

As long as I’ve known Elizabeth, she’s been an extremely sexual creature, with one exception: she has never allowed anyone to go down on her. She calls it “her last virginity”, and clings to it like a thing of pride. So naturally, I had to taste her.

Jenny has been extremely supportive of having Elizabeth around as a playmate. Jenny enjoys hearing the details of my evenings with Liz, which I generally relay to her when I’m taking Jenny from behind, leaning forward to whisper details in her ear.

(“Is it bad that I’m really turned on by knowing you fuck her?” She asked one night, our bodies curled together, my cum slowly dripping out of her. “I like knowing that she gets a small taste of what I can have whenever I want”.)

So when Elizabeth asked if she could join me during the afternoon one weekend, Jenny was completely okay with it.

Liz called me before she came and reported that she had a flat tire. I drove to the other side of town and helped her change it. Working the jack, I looked up at her and jokingly said “well, you know this means you have to let me go down on you now.”

Return to Coachella [FM]

So, without talking about it much Tom and I decided to continue with our Coachella weekend much to the annoyance of my current boyfriend who wanted to go with me but couldn’t get tickets. So, the weekend came and my bf was getting annoyed and decided “we needed to take a break” because he read the first Coachella story I posted when we first met. I assured him we were with a big group.

Anyways, he got mad, and I went and bought some fun outfits. While I was shopping, Tom sent me a text and said he had a crazy idea. He wrote out that he wanted to make a deal where I buy his clothes, and he buys mine, and neither of us are allowed to pack, we pack each others stuff. We’d joked and played with the idea a bit, but never went full in. So I said, Fuck it, and agreed.

I was already at the mall so I headed to a few different shops with the full intention of embarrassing the shit out of him. I got some super tiny 80s style running shorts and a tank top with pink tacos on it – which I think he’d secretly like cause people will ask about it. I also got him these ridiculous lip shaped sunglasses.

[MF][Cheating] Escalating with an ex (conclusion)

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/66egym/_/) [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/66kh5s/_/)

*I had some spare time so I decided to just finish up. I hope you all get as much enjoyment out of reading it as I did writing it down.*

**For those of you asking for pictures of Sara, I’m sorry, I don’t have them anymore. Believe me, I wish I had them to share**

I stood there. My boner straining awkwardly against my shorts. “What the fuck?” I asked to no one in particular. I bent down and picked some Sara’s abandoned panties. I couldn’t get over how sexy they looked. I assumed she’d want them back, but I was unsure how to return them without the risk of my fiancé finding them. I stuffed them in my pocket, deciding I’d figure that out later. I pulled out my phone and sent a message

M:…it was a cat

There wasn’t an immediate response, and I was afraid that my window to plow this temptress had closed. Feeling deflated, I resigned to head to bed, blue balls and all.

S: Haha, yeah I panicked. I’ll make it up to you.

[MF][Cheating] Escalating with an ex (pt. 2)

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/66egym/mf_cheating_escalating_with_an_ex/https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/66egym/mf_cheating_escalating_with_an_ex/)

Thanks for bearing with me guys. As promised, here’s part 2. I’ll post the conclusion tomorrow.

The following day was my day off. I started off doing boring errands, horribly distracted by thoughts of a naked, wet Sara.  Her lithe body made even the simplest of tasks damn near impossible. After what seemed like an eternity, I finished all the crap I needed done. The rest of the day went by just as slow. Played some Xbox, watched some Netflix. The fiancé turned in around 8.  At around 9 I got a message from Sara.

S: You should have joined me last night.
M: That probably wouldn’t have been a good idea. I tend to get handsy when I’m near naked women.
S: Hmmm. I’m not seeing the downside of this?
M: Lol, what are you up to?
S: Just waiting to get off ;-), you?
M: Feeling restless. Thinking about going for a walk or something.
S: That sounds nice. Mind if I tag along?

First Time in a Gay Bar [MT][anal][exh]

Looking for feedback, hoping the fine folks at Erotica can let me know if I’ve struck a good balance between story and fap material. Language selections were made with a male audience in mind but I’d love to hear your thoughts.

And, of course, descriptive accounts of how this story made you feel and what you did about it are always welcome!

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I did consider myself a straight guy once. I dated women, enjoyed the sex, and didn’t feel like there was anything missing.

But still, every once in awhile I’d wonder what it was like to be with another man. Pretty soon, that idle curiosity became something more… But in the town I was from, you just didn’t admit to that kind of thinking. One of my long time friends, Bobby, had actually moved away shortly after “coming out of the closet” because people were so weird about it around here. It was only after he’d moved that I kind of thought it would have been interesting to experiment those few times he’d made passes at me, rather than just politely turning him down.

Fucking a New Roommate [MF]

I went to a party the other night. Steve, one of my best mates, asked me out of the blue if I was in need for a drink, I responded with an irrefutable ‘always’, and we were on the road only a couple hours later. I didn’t know that I was about to meet Gina that very same evening.

To be honest, I didn’t remember her name after we shook hands and made our formal dance of greetings, how could I? The party was crowded when we arrived and people seemed drunk enough to make the blending in not too uncomfortable. That was perfect. I headed straight to the drinks in order to get groovy, as Steve used to call it, and get the party started. The girl that was standing next to me at the bar ordered six beers.

‘Thirsty?’ I asked.

She giggled and smiled a freckled smile – one of the cutest I have ever seen in all of my days living on our green mother earth – and I melted instantly. She gave me a hand and the expression that she wanted me to hold it in mine.

[M]y Girl [F]riend? Or her best [F]riend? Part 2

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/64ny5f/my_girl_friend_or_her_best_friend_decisions/?st=J1PZW129&sh=2fb7d265)

As soon as I got home, I text Jacqueline. I just wanted to be with her again. I told her that I would meet up with Liz and break up with her the next evening. Shortly after, I got a call from Liz. She sounded all giggly and possibly drunk still from the party. I asked her what was up. She immediately told me that after she got home, she had drank some more, and was now laying naked in her bed. I guess our time in the jacuzzi had turned her on. She told me that she was playing with herself and that I should too. I quickly shut her down knowing that I was going to break up with her and she was beyond drunk. We hung up, and I passed out.