You.

It’s… you.

I have to stop in the doorway of the conference room, pretending to check my phone, which I almost drop as I pull it from my pocket.

It’s you. I knew someone from your company had been scheduled to appear today but I never once thought it would be you. After all, you live hundreds of miles away and in spite of years- years! – of hard core online flirtation, we have never met.

Until now. You’re here, and I don’t know what to say or do or even think. I stay paused, letting Derek and Melissa pass by me, giggling and making you look up and before I can stop myself I duck from the room again, pretending to take a call.

You. Terrifyingly intelligent, acid tongued and so beautiful it has my heart knocking in my chest, trying to force its way up my throat.

I turn toward the room again, slowly, pretending to adjust my glasses while hiding my face. You haven’t seen me yet and I need that element of surprise, to catch you as off guard as you’ve done me.

[M]y ex Ellie [F] on my couch

My favorite posts on here are the ones with some awkward bits that let me know they’re real. Sometimes I’m reading along and enjoying myself, only to find myself wondering – Wait a minute. Is she really so voluptuous and perma-horny, or so petite and perky and perma-horny? Is he really 6’3″ and chiseled with a dong the length and width of a Pringles can? Erotic fiction can be great, but I like it when I know a story actually happened. Here’s one.

Ellie was intense. Always got straight As, usually got her way, and was so paranoid I couldn’t quite believe she was serious. Like she’d say things like, “I don’t want you to sit with her. You’ll fall in love.” Like that was a normal conversation starter. Made for the kind of drama that almost seemed worth it when neither of us knew any better, but it got old pretty fast. She had a slightly rounded face that glowed when she smiled and looked pretty scary when her blue eyes stared at you, which was too often. She had full hips that I loved but that reminded her too much of her mom. Great, full breasts that were a little too sensitive for me to really play with. Her circulation wasn’t good, so her jiggly parts were usually cold. I liked to try to warm her up.

Part #3 – I [M] fucked my uptight roommate [F]

[**Disclaimer**](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ato4fl/the_uptight_roommate_saga_mf_reviving_one_of_the/)

[Part 2](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/atxfz1/part_2_i_m_fucked_my_uptight_roommate_f/)

*****

So I have another update. I don’t know how many more I will write. It might not be so exciting after a while but this was a really hot fuck – a real quick one and it is fun to relive it by writing it up. This happened yesterday but I just got round to writing it.

Things between us are still actually pretty normal – maybe even she is being a little bit more uptight and bossy towards me. I guess to make sure I don’t think there is anything more than sex going on between us, which is totally fine by me. So that evening all 3 of us were in the kitchen with Nicole giving us a lecture because we hadn’t done the fucking chores – she has this list thing where she organises what we are supposed to do each week (I did say she was anal about cleaning). She is always bossier towards me, probably because I am the messiest but still, she was pissing me off. Anyway Rebecca says she is late and has to leave so it’s just me and Nicole again.

Losing my Bisexual Virginity [MM]

It all happened when I was 21 and stuck in my hometown. I had just been brutally broken up with a few months earlier and was still devastated by it. Out of nowhere a good friend of mine pulls me aside and, out of character for him, asks if he can ask me a question and keep it between us. Not having a reason to distrust him I tell him sure. He then asks if he can fuck me.

I was blindsided. I had no idea how to respond. I stood there for a moment and tried to pick out words, any words, of “No… Maybe…I’m not sure?” which surprised me as I was 100% straight! He realized I needed some time to think about it and told me to just let him know and his next Saturday was free. For that or just to hang out.

Fucking in the Forest – a better work out than hiking [MF]

When you meet a guy, he makes you laugh, and somehow convinces you to fuck, in a forest, in winter…

I like a decent build-up in these things, but if you want to skip to the actual good stuff, scroll to the capital letters!

Let’s call him Sam. We were the same age, and he… well, he made me grin. It helped that he had the best body I have EVER seen. Dirty blonde hair, tall enough to stand head and shoulders above me, trimmed beard, biceps that I had to use two hands to get my hands around, and the cutest butt that you just want to bite. He was the kind of guy that looked best in a shirt, just tight enough for the buttons to strain over the muscles. In short, a total dreamboat and one that I was pretty darn chuffed was actually into me.

Southern Wonderland [MF] [Ebony] [Creampie]

*[Disclaimer –I haven’t written sex fiction in a year so I am a bit rusty. I am not American but* *I like the South for its texture and vibrancy. Obviously I won’t get every detail and nuance completely correct so forgive me in advance for that. I specialise in Ebony erotica because we are underrepresented in NSFW circles. Enjoy the story and imagine the characters as if they are you. Go to *** for all the nasty NSFW sex shit LOL. Enjoy <3]*

Summer – Somewhere in the South

Vivian looked around at this city in the South and rolled her eyes a little bit. She just came from Paris – her alltime favourite city with its cobbled streets, magnificent architecture and illicit burlesque clubs in the Pigalle neighbourhood that she loved so much. Some people would call Vivian an *Afropolitan* – an African jetsetter who knows more about Monaco, St Tropez and Miami than about struggle, war or poverty which is what people think Africa is all about. Her gilded world of private jet travel on the African continent always shocked people who didn’t know her when she came on holiday. Now she was in the South in town for a wedding of her best friend.

Multi-orgasmic bondage “savagery” in the middle of the Mediterranean (Malta) [MF]

As promised, part/round 2, a follow-up to:

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aqwzvx/cute_nerdy_stranger_wanted_to_be_tied_and_used/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aqwzvx/cute_nerdy_stranger_wanted_to_be_tied_and_used/)

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I should first note that between both rounds, as much fun as it would have been to just leave her tied up for a longer period, to make her really lose her mind, rope can unfortunately cause issues, so I needed to release her by slowly and gently untying her, making her moan while the rope ran and rubbed across her skin, this time in the opposite direction, not really saying a word.

As I left the room again, it also allowed her to have a convenient bathroom break to prepare for what’s about to cum.

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When I come back, I see her calmly resting in the middle of the bed, kneeling with absolutely perfect posture, resting her palms submissively on top of her thighs, with her perky breasts nicely sticking out between her arms and with her head slightly down, in a perfect submissive position, making my cock instantly rock-hard again. She’s clearly not nearly as new to this as she might look to an untrained eye, but nerdy girls never cease to amaze in this regard.

Part #2 – I [M] fucked my uptight roommate [F]

[**Disclaimer**](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ato4fl/the_uptight_roommate_saga_mf_reviving_one_of_the/)

*****

I had people asking an update but I didn’t have anything to update until last night. Since last week we have talked very little but that is normal – we’re not friends and we usually piss each other off. I got some good advice (thanks) from my original post and so I tried to act like nothing happened. I didn’t try to please her at all, though I did remember to put the toilet down seat a bit more. She is the master of playing it cool (to go along with her cold personality) and was straight back to being a bossy bitch but at least now when she was annoying me I could just think about bending her over and fucking her.

Last night I had gone for a few beers with my mates after work. It wasn’t that late when I got back, about 10, so I grabbed a beer and joined Rebecca who was watching TV. I presumed Nicole was out because there was no sign of her. Rebecca went to bed but I stayed up, around 12 I heard Nicole get back and after a few minutes she walked through to the lounge. She was wearing this tight black dress, it was simple but it showed off her body and it was nice to see her legs out. She just looked at me, said hi, and then sat down next to me.

Weekly Relief [MF] [Oral] [sci-fi]

“It’s Thursday, Olivia. You know what that means,” said a familiar, coy voice.

“I know the drill, Iris,” Olivia replied dryly to the middle-aged receptionist. “We all do.”

Rolling her eyes, but still smiling, the young woman made her way to the designated locker room of the unremarkable public access facility, as it was called. From the outside, it looked like most other bland commercial buildings that dotted the downtown area. The only difference – superficially speaking – was that the outer plaza and lobby was adorned with emblems identifying it as a government building. For what went on inside, it had to be.

Olivia June didn’t give it much thought, anymore. She hadn’t since she began going to the facility as a teenager. Most of her friends and peers did the same. It had gotten so mundane that it was just normal, as much a part of their routine as buying groceries or paying taxes. Most would argue, however, that coming to that particular building was much less tedious.

“I need this,” she said to herself with a heavy sigh, “more so than usual.”

Thanks to the stranger who bought me [F] a dance

So I went with two friends to a local strip club. A strip club famous for offering lots of services. A girlfriend – let’s call her Michelle – basically teased a mutual friend (Dan) into going, and then realized she was nervous about actually going herself, so I was recruited for moral support, because they know enough about me to know I’m hard to scare.

Michelle and Dan aren’t dating, but they should be. They’re very handsy with each other, but they date other people.

We went straight from work, so I was wearing boring clothes – dark jeans, tank top, button-down, flats. But we were going for them, so…

After an Uber there, Michelle payed our way in – and we almost walked directly into a naked woman, who was very excited to see to women coming in. We sat down and watched, as Michelle and Dan teased each other into tipping. I mostly just watched – I’m certainly OK with women, so my interest wasn’t just clinical…

And a man was watching me watch the women. He was dressed like a used car salesman. It was… kind of silly, really. Who wears a red sportcoat? But he tipped a lot, based on how the dancers treated him. And he was watching me intently, even while tipping the naked women.