I cant seem to really talk to anyone about the things that go through my head. My fetishes. Some too dark to say outloud. I usually browse the net for chat rooms to get some relief. It all just seems like an ocean of boys thinking that sending random dick pics as an introduction is the key to getting in a womens panties.
Most of the men I meet in person, either are boring or selfish. Most but not all. I remember Jin Ho. He was this Korean hottie. Tall and thick. Not buff but not overweight. Just thick. Full lips, black hair, ivory skin, and big brown eyes. He had a dimple on his left cheek. I met him online first. He so happened to be local and we decided to meet up at a public place and see if there was chemistry. As soon as I saw him my pussy wanted him. Lucky for me he wanted me too. We went back to his place. I was nervous. He handed me some whiskey that we had bought on our way to his apartment. I sat on his couch. He stood over me and placed both hand on the headrest of the couch. Inches away from my face. My heart wanted to leave my body. I know my face showed my arousal. I felt the temperature rise. He looked straight into my eyes with a sly smile and said softly
Tag: Straight
That time I [28F] ran into and ended up fucking my mom’s best friend [52F] at a swingers club 100+ miles from our home town. Part 2, The Next Encounter! [FF]
If you haven’t read the first encounter where I met Mrs. Peterson, my mothers life-long best friend, and a second mother to me, at a swingers club where we ended up hooking up, then you have to stop reading now and [check it out to get the proper context for this post.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g68taz/that_time_i_28f_ran_into_and_ended_up_fucking_my/)
The second encounter with Mrs. Peterson happened about a week and a half later. It was late on a Thursday night, and I got a Facebook message from her. She was straight to the point and asked if Alex was still out of town. I replied that he was and would be for several more days. A few minutes later my phone buzzed with her reply, and when I opened the message, I completely lost my ability to think. There on my screen, right in front of my face, was a fairly well-framed selfie of Mrs. Peterson wearing a black leather harness that framed her tits with the lines of the straps causing you to focus your gaze on her crotch. There in the center was a bright silver ring that framed her pussy lips perfectly. Making things even hotter was the shiny black thigh-high, lace-up boots that made her already long legs even sexier.
How I [30F] Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Sucking Dick [MF] [long post]
First time poster here! I’ve been reflecting a lot on my Reddit-facilitated experiences lately and wanted to share a few stories about one Redditor in particular who became a good friend. Connections are rare and fleeting, I hope I do justice to all the good that’s come from knowing him.
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I’ve had my fair share of Reddit meetups over two years (and many, many throwaway accounts), and most of them were one-off meetings when I started exploring my sexuality for the first time at 28. On these meetups, physical attraction bubbled over into one night of intimacy with the veneer of vulnerability. I never expected to make a real friend in all this, someone who encouraged me to ask for what I wanted, helped me find my confidence, and, most importantly, introduced me to the joys of sucking dick.
My friend Mark [34M] loves to tell me how good I’ve gotten at sucking his cock since we met almost a year ago. I [30F] love to tell him about the men I have sucked off after him and how they praise me, call me a good girl for my wet, sloppy blowjobs. More than once, I’ve had another man’s cock in my mouth while I thought of Mark: how proud he would be if he could see me getting someone else off with what he taught me. I was delighted to think of myself as his little cocksucker, recounting stories the next time we met up.
Cum Over for a Threesome [MFF]
I met John in the swimming pool bar. It was one of those swim up bars and I was sitting there just finishing my drink when he “sat” down next to me. “What are you drinking,” he said. We were in Hawaii, so I said, “Mai-tai”. “Bartender, make that two,” he ordered. We began to shoot the shit and drink Mai-Tais. It didn’t take long for us to determine that he was here with his wife and I was alone.
About that time, a beautiful woman swam up next to John. The water in the bar was waist deep and I got a good look at her as she took a seat. “Who do we have here, darling?” she asked. “This is Brad and he is visiting Hawaii by himself.” I wasn’t sure why he said it that way, but she took notice and seemed to look me up and down. “I think we better ask him to dinner then, don’t you?” she said. “Ya, how about it Brad?”
Batrice’s special performance (forced, gang bang)
Beatrice was pleased. The first half of the performance had gone well but now in the middle of the second she felt as though she was playing better than she had ever played in her life. She could almost feel the music as the string quartet played for the private party in this huge house.
At 22 years old, she was reaching for a position among the musical elites. She had started out with a string quartet, and she could feel her confidence growing with each performance. Her sights were firmly set on landing a position with one the world’s top orchestras, and working her way up to the top of the violin section of the orchestra.
The room had excellent acoustics and the audience of about thirty people were very appreciative of the musicians who were performing for them. The only slight downside was the heat from the lights that blazed down at them, which had them all perspiring soon after starting their performance but the host had graciously organised some drinks for them during the short interval.
Life Gets Better: Part One [MF] [Interracial] [Busty] [Straight Sex]
The rhythmic bumping on the wall between his room and his roommate’s had forced him out into the living room. It was no better out there. He turned the volume on the game console up. But it did nothing to mask the loud screaming and moaning of his best friend. He sighed and turned the game off, surrendering back to his room where all he could hear was the bumping of the wall. He looked over at the clock. “I have to be up in two hours, guys!” he yelled.
“Oh shit!” he heard his roommate say. “Sorry, bro!” the roommate yelled back. There was silence for a few minutes, then the door opened.
“Sorry, Brian, we didn’t know it was so late,” Scarlett said. “Come in later. I will smooth it over with Jake,” she said before closing the door.
“Fuck that!” Brian said. “I won’t come in at all. Smooth that over!” he mumbled to himself.
But true to his nature, he showed up to work directly on time. He punched in on the time clock and got to work at his desk.
Careless Whispers (part thirteen-The End) [Doggystyle] [Oral] [Gentle and Loving]
By the time I made it back home I was a mess. I didn’t know how to proceed. Katherine was sitting up on the couch, waiting for me and I tried to sneak in, head to my study to hide, but it was useless as she quietly got up and followed me. I didn’t want to deal with any of this shit right now.
“We need to talk, Dean,” she said softly as she sat on the couch beside my desk.
I looked at her, “I can’t defend what I did,” I said, “I fucked up, but I really don’t want to talk about it right now, Katherine.”
“Not talking about it is not an option,” she said, “I need to know if it was just sex for you.”
I shook my head, “No, it started as just fucking around, but no, by the time I actually had sex with her, it was more than just getting off.”
“Do you love her?” my wife asked.
Ring Toss (The Blowjob Carnival) (Part 4) [MF]
(If you’re familiar with my story intros, skip to the ———–)
[Last time](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i40aca/the_blowjob_carnival_part_3_mf/), I (20, M) introduced you, dear reader, to Mary (18, F), my girlfriend who threw me a Carnival-themed party and surreptitiously turned it into an extended birthday present of creative blowjobs. Each carnival table activity had its own card. Hidden inside was a sexy message with a tease about the kind of oral pleasure I’d be in for. First, she gave me a Retro Candy blowjob and indulged in an explosion of Pop Rocks and cum at the same time. She then gave me a luxurious blowjob with temperature play which finished with me watching her sip my cum from a cup of hot tea. That was followed by a bubblicious blowjob in the pool with a rough ending. That left us with 7 to go:
1. [~~Pop-Rocks and Assorted candies~~](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hv5roe/chemistry_in_chemistry_mf/)
2. Pie-in-the-face
3. Candlemaking
4. [~~Tea station~~](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i2d8wa/4_tea_station_the_carnival_part_2_mf/)
5. Whack-a-mole
6. [~~Bubble-maker~~](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i40aca/the_blowjob_carnival_part_3_mf/)
7. Rope puzzles
8. Hall of mirrors
9. Ring Toss
10. “Freak show”
Don’t steal from dark elves [M/M/M, gay, torture, mutilation]
The Pursuit
The dark elves were drawing nearer. He knew from the outset that this heist was too bold, but he never let a challenge deter him. In the end, his avarice always seemed to get the better of him. Aerun always admired beautiful shiny things, especially those that contained power; this silver jeweled dagger was powerful indeed. It contained the ability to feed off the lifeforce of its victims and channel that energy into the wielder, thereby granting him health, healing energy, and potential eternal youth. If it had enough victims that is.
Aerun ran as fast as he could in these damp and dimly lit tunnels. The air was cool and clammy and the floor had a layer of moisture and grime that made it slippery, especially when he skidded around corners. His breath came fast and heavy, panic coursing through his veins. Any calm person might feel a chill in these dark tunnels, but Aerun was sweating profusely from his exertion and fear. His pale green linen shirt was wet and clung tightly to his slender torso, defining the toned muscles of his chest and abdomen that rippled underneath of the brown leather vest which hung loosely over his shoulders. The almond shaped nipples of Aerun’s pecs were pointed mounds under the cloth of his garment. He was 5’6” tall with a light 130lb athletic body. Perfect for sneaking into tight spaces where treasures tend to lie. Sweat poured down his forehead, and his hair hung in light brown strands over his golden eyes.
Ghosts [blowjob] [bathing] [straight sex]
Everyone has a ghost in their past. That one person who stays just on the outskirts lingering just enough to cast a shadow over every other aspect of your life. They are memories that evoke sensations of sadness, loss and at the same time some seriously amazing times. My ghost has had a long lasting effect on my life even when I don’t want to admit the power they’ve held over me.
He was my friend, actually. I still admire him to this day. I am interested in his life, whether or not he’s happy and fulfilled matters to me. I can honestly say I don’t know if he holds the same interest in my life or not. He seems to from time to time at least so we continue our friendship. I’m actually not sure when we started to drift apart, my best guess would be around the end of high school. Separate colleges, less time together, hectic schedules, it would make sense that we would fall away from each other, I guess.