Tag: Straight

The girl in the next dorm [FM]

Hi guys love the posts here keep em real. I’ve lurked for years thought I’d share.

This story goes back about 15 years. I am married now with 3 kids and sometimes the dead bedroom situation makes me go back and think about the days where I used to get some.

It was about 10pm on campus and my car parts had been delivered by my brother and he had set off for home. I couldn’t wait to fix the car so was out late in the car park working on the clutch cylinder.

Most people had gone back home as it was the holidays but I worked on campus so stayed to earn a few extra bucks.

As I was heading back I noticed a girl was staring at me from her communal area /kitchen and smiling. I was too shy to say anything back or even smile back. As I passed her I kicked myself for being so stupid.

I mustered the courage to call her from the flat phone. I rang her extension and she picked up straight away. Read more »

Snowed In [MFF]

A few years ago I was house-sitting for some family friends as they took a winter vacation somewhere warm. They have a large farm out here in the midwest, about 20 minutes from the closest city. They’re retired, so there wasn’t much to do in terms of chores, they just felt better about having a dude in the house rather than leaving it empty for several weeks. It worked out well for me; I got paid to live in a nice, quiet house away from the city. I used my time to study and relax, and apparently to luck my way into a threesome.

At university, I was looped into a group project with Emma. I’d known her pretty well from previous classes. I would call us acquantances, not quite friends. We had chatted occasionally but I honestly couldn’t tell you much about her personal life. But she had a fun personality and I knew she worked well, so I was happy with my assigned partner. She was a short, bubbly girl with brown hair, a pleasant face, and a curvy body. A little bit curvier than I usually liked, but her fun personality brought her up a few points on the attractive scale. Truthfully, she was more into me than I was into her. Her eyes lit up when she found out we were grouped together, and she touched my arm frequently as she gushed about how much fun we were going to have as partners. Read more »

[FM] quick, late-morning suck and fuck

Back with another story (:

I was swiping on Tinder and came across a really cute, surfer looking dude. Just my type (: I swiped right and to my pleasant surprise we matched. I couldn’t let this one get lost in the matches I’ve never started a conversation with/have never started a conversation with me, so I messaged him, “well hello there hottie.” He asked if I was down to talk on snap instead of through Tinder and I, of course, obliged.

After adding each other we got straight to the point. I want a FWB, he wants a FWB. Cool. We start sexting and he asks me to compare his dick size to others I’ve had. He wasn’t the biggest ([massage guy](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d0mhpp/mf_massage_fantasy_came_true/) was), but definitely not the smallest. He was well above average. He started to ask if I’d be mean and tell him his dick was tiny once I saw it in person. At first, I thought it was a little..strange. But we tried it out and I kinda liked it. We transitioned into talking about what a huge monster cock he has. We tried to figure out when we could meet up. Read more »

[MF] Late Night Backseat Hook up

Shannon was a girl I knew from work later high school to past graduation. She was a tomboy all the way. As long as I knew her she’d wear baggy jeans, loose band shirts were her style. Shorter length brown hair, never wore makeup, cute face, just over five feet tall. About her shape , it was hard to discern and made me more curious. She was very bottom heavy, certainly a nice big booty, curvy shape hiding under her loose jeans and shirts. I could tell her breasts were a good size, but hidden. She was cute chubby girl. She was into her mid 20’s to my almost 19 years old at the time. When we crossed paths at work. She was quiet at first but soon opened up. From there we quickly had some innuendo flirting. Then be began hanging out, getting high and drunk. It became more obvious to me that she wanted more from me as time went on. After I graduated we spent more time together. I too into tomboy type girls usually, but I’d be lying if I wasn’t starting to be attracted to her in some way, she was a fun to be around. Read more »

The Cum Cult

I tried to open my eyes but all I could see was darkness. Was I blind? No, it felt like something was around my head….like some sort of blindfold. Instinctively, I tried to remove it but my hands were bound tight behind my back.

“What was going on? Hello? Is anyone there?”

I heard numerous footsteps all around me. I started to breathe heavily now.

“Hello? Who’s there?”

Someone had lifted me up on my feet.

“Who are you? Where am I?”

By the way their hands felt on my skin I realized I wasn’t wearing any clothes.

“Why am I naked? What is this?”

Then we stopped. I could hear soft chattering all around me as someone took off my blindfold.

“Oh my god!”

There was a mass of people…all naked…in a circle around me. I was in the center of at least 100 people surrounding me. Most were men were completely nude as well.

“Help! Help me! What is going on?”

I was so confused and began to cry. Read more »

FUCKING A PETIT GIRL [mf] [oral] [mast] [facial]

I’ve always wanted to fuck a skinny girl. I’m a bigger guy—over six feet, heavily muscled, but think, thick, like a linebacker, not shredded. And I’ve always been drawn towards thicker chicks – slight cellulite, big juicy booties, big tits. A booty to slap. Tits to fuck. Something to grab onto.

But something occurred to me the other day. I have exclusively fucked thick chicks. I have never, ever fucked a skinny girl. I’m not talking like, your average looking woman. I’m talking petit. Bean pole. SKINNY. I’m talking about the chick who could never pack on a pound, no matter how hard she might have tried. A cup tits. Maybe a firm little butt. Might not have ever seen three numbers on a scale, if you know what I’m saying. 98 pounds, soaking wet type of skinny chick.

So, I went on a mission. I know a lot of skinnier women—some of us even speak freely about sex. My strategy was to ask the women I am closest with first. I believe in the straight forward approach: “Would you ever wanna hook up?” Read more »

Pink Smoke (1) [mc]

If Tom hadn’t stopped for a coffee that Sunday morning; if he hadn’t recognized his old schoolmate Sandra sitting alone at a table, sipping from a cup while checking her phone with a tired expression; if he hadn’t decided to go and say hi to her, because he had a crush on her when they were younger and now she looked even more beautiful then in school, her blonde hair tied in a bun that revealed her slender neck, wearing small glasses and a somber dress that gave her the professional look of a businesswoman; then his life would have gone on as usual, and he would have had lunch with his wife that day, as planned, as he almost always had.

“Sandra? I’m sorry, are you Sandra Leinster? I’m Tom. Tom Mallory, from… We were in class together, if I’m not mistaken”. Sandra raised her eyes from her phone and frowned. She looked tired, and of course older than the teenager he had known, dark shadows under her eyes. But God, was she was still beautiful.

Her smile was the same, too. “Tom. Of course! It’ s been a while”. Tom smiled, and shrugged. “Yes. Yes, it’s been what, 15 years?”. Read more »

Regret, MF

All participants in this imaginary tale are imagined well over the age of consent (18).

*****

The last time we talked, I talked you into our old bad habits. Into being bad again for the sake of pleasure. I know were miles away, and I know it’s just text, but being bad is addicting. And when you caved I knew we were going to have fun, and text each other to an orgasm or two apiece. But something always comes up, and you told me you were going to take your toy for a joyride.

I wanted so bad to hear from you again, while you fucked yourself. To read your messages as you imagined what I would say. What I would do to you. I know I was in a compromising situation, but that’s what makes it fun. I wanted to send you a message about what I was imagining, about what I wanted to be doing. But you stopped responding as I imagine you were watching a video and cumming with your toy buried inside you.

So here’s what I am thinking about now. Read more »

The Clinical Trial [MF] [Medical]

Louise looked up from the patient’s file at the end of the ward bed and looked the young man over. “Anything to report?”

The man lay on his back gazing up at the white ceiling. “I’m fine,” he mumbled, most likely bored out of his mind from such a long in-patient stay.

Louise sighed and brushed a rouge bang from her forehead as she wrote in the thick folder. Condition unchanged. “I’ll be back later to take your bloods.” She slipped her pen into the pocket at her breast and made her way back to the nurse’s station.

She sank into a swivel chair and pulled the hair tie from her strawberry blonde hair, which tumbled down, covering the pen in her pocket. A small moan escaped her lips. It always felt good to let one’s hair down. Unfortunately, the day wasn’t done yet, so she pulled her hair back, capturing that rouge strand of fringe and tied it anew.

The other nurse, Sandra, entered the station and gave her a weak smile. “Just so you know, Louise, there’s a new group of patients coming in.”

“Yeah, I know.” Read more »

On Demand 2.1 [Mf][D/s][Denial]

Sundays are a regular fixture; a day spent entirely in his service – and bringing friends and other Doms and/or subs isn’t an unusual occurrence either. This particular Sunday marks the four week point of your denial, and the moment you wake up you can feel it. Waking up dripping wet has become the norm recently, and part of you is surprised you haven’t woken up already playing with yourself – goodness knows the temptation is intense.

“Good morning, Sir” you roll over and make your message to him your first action after waking, followed by refreshing the message on your breast with the pen you now keep beside your bed.

“10” bleeps your phone with a new message before you’re done. You close your eyes and sigh weakly. In your current state ten edges will be absolute torture, and you’ll have to be extremely careful. He hasn’t specified anything else, so fingers it is; you lay back against your pillows and slide one hand between your legs. Fuck it feels good and you really need this; ten is more than he has asked for these four weeks, maybe today is the day? Read more »