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[F]inding [M]y inner sex goddess!

Hi readers of GSW, I’m finally getting a chance to write myself after months of reading other fantastic stories. Mine is of the the only time, at least to my recollection, that my husband finally fucked me like a sex doll, and I reveled in it.

So quick primer; I’m white, pretty short, long blonde hair, voluptous in all the right places and none of the wrong ones (according to hubby). He is military, not terribly tall himself but in great shape and while I wouldn’t call him a beast below the belt it’s never disappointed me ;)

The story starts with a quick deployment for hubby, out for drill I believe. So I’m left stuck at home all alone for days. I was craving sex before he left, but this week of him being gone really left me insatiable. I was so busy myself the week he was away, I had absolutely no time to even take care of myself. So even just the thought of his hands playing with the curves of my body had me wet. I was toe-tappingly, nail-bitingly horny. The day I knew he was coming back all I could think of was sex. I was sitting at work, legs clamped tight under my desk, because my panties were so soaked that I thought somebody might notice. The drive home I was very literally biting my lip in anticipation. I don’t think I have ever wanted to fuck my husband like I did on this day. Read more »

[M] Unusually satisfying (submissive)

One day, I posted on an app called whisper. “Guys near me who want to fuck hmu”. Within an hour I got a reply. Just by the reply I was turned on. A straight male like me, wanted to meet up. We decided to do it at his place and no trading pictures before that.

I was thrilled about this. I’ve never seen this man in my life before and soon I’ll have my tongue on his cock. I went over to his place, nervous till the last bone. I knocked on his door and soon enough it was opened by a 6″2 handsome man. You must be David he said. Intimated by his size and looks, I nodded my head and entered. I couldn’t wait for this to move forward.

I felt dirty. I wanted to feel dirtier. More than ive ever felt before. I suddenly felt the need to be dominated. Owned. Humiliated. Read more »

Consensual nonconsent. A rape fantasy. [FM]

This story begins a series of fantastic, destructive, mind-blowing, pornstar-like adventures with my friend Karen. These are all from 2012, so my memory is a bit fuzzy but I am writing it all as best I can remember. There was a blog we both chronicled things in as we played, but when we imploded (as any relationship as intense and wild as this is bound to do) she held the admin keys and locked it up.

All events are written as best I can recall, slight embellishment aside, and are true as can be. Feel free to ask questions, or comments, or encourage the next in the series if I forget to update with a new story periodically. Maybe I can give u/Ironman2000 a run for his money on here! ;) Read more »

[M] Toilet slut

After a party I do not have a way to go home, so I decide to crash at my girlfriend’s place. She lives with her parents. As soon as we entered her home, her dad was waiting. He used his firm and loud voice to make it very clear that she will be sleeping her room and I will be sleeping in his alone. I have drank a lot and I do not understand what kinds of feelings and emotions are going through my head. I felt overly attracted to my girlfriends dad. He isn’t a handsome man, he’s old and fat. But I wanted to lick every inch of his body. Do whatever he wants for his pleasure.

Something took over me and I head straight to his washroom. Under the sink, there is a basket, containing recently used underwear of his. I proceed to impulsively take the underwear, press it on my face and breath in the smell of his balls and ass sweat. I wanted to be humiliated. I got naked and got on my knees. I slowly crawl towards his toilet while wearing the underwear on my head. I can smell the smell of a dirty toilet, impulsively again, I begin to lick his toilet clean. Inside out. While I licked his toilet I jacked myself off. Read more »

[MFF] My friend with benefits, and her friend from work, part 2

From [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/77zw1b/mff_my_friend_with_benefits_and_her_friend_from/)

As they moved their bodies closer together, boobs touching through clothes, and Louise’s hand started to slip up inside Megan’s top, over her bare back, I leaned nearer to Louise and kissed the side of her neck.

She turned her head, still smiling, and her hand slid up to the back of my head, stroking my hair. We kissed for the first time, her lips soft, wet from Megan’s mouth, and she started to guide me back on the bed, until I was lying with her half on top of me.

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She was a great kisser – different from Megan, her lips more gentle and full – and she was enthusiastic, her tongue already sliding against mine. Knowing she’d just been making out with Megan only made it hotter for me. If she’d laid on top of me fully, she would have felt my bulge jutting against her, but she was taking it carefully, lying a little to one side. Her boobs were pressed right against my chest though, and I brushed my hand against them.

‘Megan told me you had amazing tits.’

‘Fuck, Megan!’ Louise sat up and flung a pillow at her. ‘How much did you tell him?’ Read more »

Uber Driving Slut gives Backseat Handjob to Stud [FM]

A quick story about a guy I picked up from SeaTac yesterday. I’m honestly rarely recognized but I suppose with the number of followers I have on Reddit, Tumblr and Twitter it’s going to happen. I’ve also mentioned in the past I drive a blue Honda Accord Hybrid and I suspect when a blonde Mom in her 40s pulls up, hmm it might be Jen that Uber/Lyft driving slut. I’ve had a couple cases where some very creepy Quagmire type guy starts saying he recognizes me but I’ll just play it off that it’s not me. Honestly I even like most of the creepy, sex-crazed, Quagmire types too.

Yesterday I picked up this guy from the 3rd floor Uber/Lyft area of SeaTac. I thought he looked a lot like one of the commentators I’d seen on football games. He was not my typical rider. He was probably about forty, and he was tall and muscular, with the body of an athlete. He was also as handsome as a movie star. I do get to see his name on the app but I won’t’ say here who it was. In fact he even asked me not to. Read more »

KISSED BY FIRE

The train thunders past as I run to try and catch it, but in vain. “Fuck!” I yell out causing an old man with a stroller passing me to turn his head and give me a disapproving look. “Fuck you too grandpa!” I add with such anger he hastily scurries away. I realise there is absolutely no way for me to make it on time anymore. Defeated, I slide down the wall onto the platform and start to cry, or rather sob uncontrollably, you know, with snot ending up all over your face. Someone taps me on the shoulder. “Sorry miss, but are you okay? I know train tracks are a very common suicidal spot and it would hurt my heart seeing someone as beautiful as yourself jumping.” That’s probably the worst opening sentence I’ve ever heard, but despite everything it is the nicest thing someone has said to me in a long while. I look up.

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[MF] Post drag show Tinder date fun [Breath Play] [Deep Throat]

I am rarely in the same place for more than a day or two when I travel for work, but on this rare occasion I was staying in the small downtown area of a southern city for close to a week. I took to Tinder and connected with a few women. By the last night I was down to two, so I use my gut and make a call. Both women were interesting and attractive, but my conversations with Pam were a little more lighthearted and fun – better banter.

We meet a few blocks away from my hotel at a basement bar with good cocktails. I came from work and my sport coat is way overdressed for that scene, but I never feel self-conscious about being over-dressed. Pam comments on my attire, I think she likes it. The conversation is fun and our banter continues from our texts, but after our first drink the music in the bar turns up and we can’t hear each other anymore. Pam takes me to a cool bar that would have fit better in New Orleans – the drinks are better and the live music is good. Pam isn’t flirting much, but she’s receptive to mine, she’s guarded. After two drinks at this bar she gets a text from friends and asks me if I want to meet them at a gay bar for a drag show. I can tell from the look in her face she’s expecting me to say no, but I respond with an enthusiastic “hell yes!”. Her face brightens up, her guard drops, and we wander back to meet up with her friends. Read more »

I met up with Joe again… at the bar. [FM]

Okay. I hope you guys remember me. If not, I posted about a little thing that happened to me on my last day on my internship. It’s in my post history still.

A bunch of you kept telling me to text Joe and send him something sexy. I tried. I really tried. I dressed up all sexy and touched myself so many times (taking pictures each time) and was trying to work up the nerve to send them. But I didn’t, because I’m super shy and always tried to send them AFTER cumming… probably should have just hit send while I was really horny and not thinking straight.

I’m sure a fucking contradiction, because typing this all up and showing it to you guys seems so much easier and ALSO gets me going. But then again, you don’t know me or know what I look like… you’d probably think I was an innoncent sweet shy girl if we met :)

But we come to last night, and I get a text from Joe:

“How’s the freedom? Are you keeping busy?”

I texted back, “It’s terrible! I need something to keep me occupied or I just end up lying in bed all day.” Read more »