Back when I was in college one of the first people I met was this girl named Abby, we met during orientation and hit it off extremely well, but I came into college with a girlfriend so nothing happened. Over time I can realize that is definitely for the best as we have stayed close to this day and throughout all of college I wasn't closer with anyone. Abby had an extremely close friend Carmen who went to school a few states over, and I had briefly met as we converged to help Abby get over a breakup, but other than that I only heard about her in stories. Flash forward to the summer before my senior year, I was finally single after being in a relationship throughout all of college, and Abby says we should take a road trip to go to a concert with Carmen right before school starts back up. I am not a big concert person, but I love spending time with Abby so I agree to drive (I have a car) and spend the weekend away.

At this point I think truly nothing of it, just excited to get away fo... continue reading

I’ll start by saying, my wife has never been shy about the fact she’d fuck a chick. Like ever. If she ever caught me looking at another woman her response would usually be “I’d fuck her too” She could probably fuck most of them too. 42 years old with the body of a 25 year old girl. Beautiful blonde hair, and hand crafted tits if you know what I mean.

On night on a random Tuesday in, she got a text from her best friend Allie in total crisis mode.

Something about being stood up on a tinder date. Naturally my girlfriend told her to get her ass over here and get some company.

Allie was a good looking chick for 35. She was 5’7, tan and thin with wavy dirty blonde hair and bangs. She showed up dressed for a tinder date. A tight snake skin leather mini skirt, and a black tank top giving any straight guy something to think about in the shower. Her tan things seemly never ending until they reached the short hem of her glistening skirt.

She came in and immediately they set off to finish... continue reading

It was that special time of September when summer still warms your shoulders, but the air is already filled with a piquant autumn chill. I sat on a bench in the old park, my legs crossed, scrolling through my phone feed. My skirt had ridden up a bit, revealing my tanned knees, but I didn't care—there wasn't a soul around. Or almost a soul. He appeared somehow unnoticed. Tall, wearing a light shirt with rolled-up sleeves, holding a book. He sat down on the bench next to me. I didn't pay attention at first, until I caught his gaze—not insolent, not undressing, but rather... scrutinizing. With the interest of an artist who has seen something curious. I chuckled to myself: "Well, well, come on." And he came over. He asked something about the park, about whether he would be in the way. One word led to another, and now we were strolling along a shady alley, his hand constantly touching my elbow. The leaves rustled around us, and the air smelled of rotten grass and, for... continue reading

Hi everyone. Huge update here, gonna jump right in. If you haven’t read my first two stories, definitely check those out in my profile. **As always, everyone is over the age of 18.**

On my last post, you guys offered a lot of advice and a lot of tough love. And you were right: clearly Bri was trying to start something, and it’d be a huge mistake to ignore it any longer. Now it was my turn to make a move. So, determined not to make her wait, I sent her a text Sunday morning.

I asked if she was free to hang later, and she said she was. Normally we would go to one of our houses, but for obvious reasons, I preferred not to have any parents around. So I offered to pick her up and go get some food instead. It’s stupid, but my heart was pounding the whole conversation. Part of me hoped I wasn’t being too obvious, while the other hoped she knew exactly what I was getting at. She texted back and said that sounded great.

Later that night I picked her up and we went to the Wendy’s drive throug... continue reading

I am a female (23) and I am obsessed with watching guys cum. I love to see cum just start shooting out of a penis. I think it’s the power aspect of knowing I am the reason that’s happening. There’s also something sexy about making a big mess too. Especially when it gets on themselves, like it just feels so good to them that they are willing to cum all over themselves. I also like when they cum prematurely too. It’s so hot when you can tell they are trying to hold it in but they just can’t any longer and they explode.

That being said I have a fetish for giving handjobs. I like blowjobs too but I usually like to finish them off with my hand so I can watch them pop. It’s so hot seeing there penis all erect and oiled up as I stroke it up and down. I usually either try to make them cum really fast or I edge and tease them forever until there is an eruption of cum.

I think this all began with my first boyfriend who would cum like a fountain whenever I would jerk him off. I still remember... continue reading

I promise this story is true, and it was so unexpected that I've been dying to tell someone but none of my friends know that I frequent these kinds of massage parlors (which are illegal where I live) so I guess reddit is going to hear it!

I've been to a few Thai massage parlors that offer happy endings / extras / whatever you want to call them. The first time was a complete accident - I just genuinely wanted a massage and suddenly the therapist was "accidentally" brushing my crotch during the massage. She would just softly brush against my bulge and then move her hands away, over and over throughout the massage. She teased me so much that by the time she asked me to turn over and offered a happy ending, I practically begged for it. After that, I was hooked! I started frequenting one particular parlor every couple of months.

The most recent time, it was a new girl that I hadn't seen before. She was younger than the other staff, and she was in good shape - she had a small bust but a ni... continue reading

**Everyone in this story is 18 years old.**

First off, thanks to everyone for their comments on my last post! You guys gave me a lot to think about

A lot of you encouraged me to pursue a sexual relationship with Brianna, which I guess makes sense since this is Gonewildstories. I’ve been a fan of this sub for a while, and was really excited to finally have a story worth sharing . I guess if I wanted something more objective, I should’ve posted on a relationship advice sub haha.

Since that night, I started thinking about Bri in a way that I hadn’t before. After all she is attractive, single, and we get along great. On paper there’s no reason that I shouldn’t be interested in her, it’s really just our past that complicates things in my head. And the consequences of handling the situation wrong made me nervous to fully try.

So I’m embarrassed to say, but I did chicken out a little. Even though you all agreed she was into me, I just couldn’t wrap my brain around it. We’ve known each o... continue reading

Kira pushed a cart with a bucket and mop down the empty hallway of the seventh floor. The office building hummed with ventilation, and this monotonous sound was the night cleaner's only companion. She put in her headphones, turned on some music, and began mopping the floors—the rhythmic back-and-forth movements of the sponge, creating puddles of soapy water on the gray linoleum. Kira didn't notice the lights go out on the entire floor. The girl straightened up and pulled out her earphone. The silence was absolute, save for the sound of dripping water from a poorly closed faucet. Kira fumbled for a flashlight on the cart and switched it on. The beam revealed office chairs, monitors, and a ficus tree in the corner—a typical, deserted open-plan office. She took a step toward the fire door leading to the stairwell. The door was ajar, though Kira clearly remembered closing it an hour ago. A damp smell wafted through the doorway. The flashlight beam darted inward and rested on a b... continue reading

“What, really?” he said from the other end of the couch, raising his eyebrow in response to my joke. “You’ll suck it if we win?”

“Sure,” I laughed, putting my feet up on the coffee table. I was just joking, of course. We’d always been like that; making jokes and being silly. That’s just what friends did. Anyway, the team might have been winning, but we were ranked one of the lowest in the entire World Cup, and I’d seen enough games to realise how quickly things could change. “Why the hell not?”

“You promise?”

I stared at him, a little surprised at how serious he looked, but once again I realised he was joking. I mean…we were friends. “Sure,” I said. “I promise. If we win I’ll get down on my knees and–”

“Wooo!” he shouted, standing up and punching the air as the opposing keeper let the ball into the net. “What a goal!”

I don’t know much about football, but in the multiple replays that followed, I had to admit that the way the ball curved through the air and seemed to weave its way... continue reading

“What, really?” he said from the other end of the couch, raising his eyebrow in response to my joke. “You’ll suck it if we win?”

“Sure,” I laughed, putting my feet up on the coffee table. I was just joking, of course. We’d always been like that; making jokes and being silly. That’s just what friends did. Anyway, the team might have been winning, but we were ranked one of the lowest in the entire World Cup, and I’d seen enough games to realise how quickly things could change. “Why the hell not?”

“You promise?”

I stared at him, a little surprised at how serious he looked, but once again I realised he was joking. I mean…we were friends. “Sure,” I said. “I promise. If we win I’ll get down on my knees and–”

“Wooo!” he shouted, standing up and punching the air as the opposing keeper let the ball into the net. “What a goal!”

I don’t know much about football, but in the multiple replays that followed, I had to admit that the way the ball curved through the air and seemed to weave its way... continue reading

Night fell silently upon the house, shrouding the study in deep shadow. The candles had burned halfway, and in their flickering light, the Master's figure seemed carved from warm stone—he sat in the same chair, but now he held not a document but a thin glass goblet of dark wine. I entered precisely when he ordered me to appear—on the dot, having memorized my lesson. “Come here,” he said without turning around. I approached, knelt at his feet, and stood motionless, my hands clasped on my hips. I wore only the same cotton dress—at his command. The host placed his glass on the table and finally looked at me. His gaze slid over my face, neck, and chest, barely covered by the fabric. "Today you proved that you can wait," he began, his low voice sending shivers down my spine. "But true art isn't about freezing for an hour. It's about maintaining control when your body is screaming at you to stop. Are you ready for the test?" “Yes, Master,” I whispered, feeling... continue reading

I still can't believe this actually happened. Like, I keep waking up and thinking it was some fucked up dream but then I remember the way Alex looked at me this morning over breakfast and I know it was real.

So my best friend Erin and I have been close since we were like 12. She's basically a sister to me. We tell each other everything. And I mean everything. We've shared clothes, shared secrets, even shared guys before in a threesome once when we were both 18 and stupid.

But sharing my little brother? That was never on the bingo card.

Alex just turned 18 last week. He's always been the annoying little brother in my head. You know, the one who used to steal my phone and hide my makeup. But something changed this year. He started working out. Got taller. His voice dropped. And suddenly he wasn't this little kid anymore. He had this jawline that made me look twice and these arms that filled out his shirts in a way that made me uncomfortable.... continue reading

I have some sexy stories and building sexual tension with both my female neighbors. This is another long one, but it's one of the sexiest situations I've ever had in my life and worth sharing. It involves my quiet sexy ginger milf neighbor.

The context is long, important, and also sexy. The story is extremely sexy.

((((((Context))))))

After spending years in an apartment, my wife and I sold that apartment and moved into a quiet neighborhood with a slightly larger home with more garden space.

We got to know one of our side neighbors quite well (future stories to come there), but the neighbor in this story we don't know very well. She is quiet, and since moving in we have exchanged introductions but outside of that she seems to keep to herself and doesn't aim to initiate any lengthy conversations unlike the other neighbor.

From what I knew so far, she lived there with her son who must be in his mid 20s and seems a bit lazy. In our few conversations I had learned he worked at... continue reading

\*Posted this a while ago, took it down as I stopped writing. I’m back so will finish the story this time.\*

It was a warm summers Friday evening, the sun was an hour or so from setting. My older sister, Sophie and I were home from college for the summer. We hadn’t seen each other in a year and what better time to catch up than a weekend our parents were away with friends. I was kicking back on the couch, enjoying a beer when I heard Sophie come down stairs. She was wearing a tight, white mini skirt that outlined her athletic figure perfectly. The mini skirt was paired with a red bikini top, it looked slightly too small as her double d breasts were trying to spill out the top.

“Hey Pat!” She said walking past on her way to the kitchen.

“Hey Soph, I thought you were going out tonight?” I ask slightly surprised by her outfit choice.

“I was going to.” Sophie sighs as she pours a glass of wine. “Everyone except Jess cancelled, so she’s coming over for some wines by the pool.”

“Oh... continue reading

I stood in the corner of his office, barefoot, wearing only a simple cotton shirtdress that barely reached mid-thigh. My hands were clasped behind my back, my chin raised—exactly as the Master demanded when we were in his workspace. He called it "the attention pose." And I hated waiting more than anything in the world. "You distracted me today," he said, not looking up from his papers. His pen scratched against the heavy paper, the only sound in the quiet office. "You knocked on the door three times, even though you knew I was busy. You put your impatience above my orders." I swallowed. The dark wood walls of the office seemed to weigh me down, and the smell of old books and candle wax only reinforced the feeling that I had done something unforgivable. “Look at me,” he ordered coldly. I turned my head and met his gaze. He sat behind a massive oak desk, wearing a pristine white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows—his workaday appearance always made... continue reading

Another story from when I was in college, which I'm sure surprises no one if you've read any of my other experiences. The sexy parts start after the **\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*** if you want to skip the build up.

Like many colleges, mine had an exchange program between several countries. Sweden, Korea and England were the 3 I was familiar with because I had classes with people from those countries in my major. In general, I didn’t get to know many exchange students very well. I did, however, have a class with a girl named Yoo. From what I understand, many Korean exchange students will adopt an American name as a way to adapt to the culture, so Yoo went by Julie. Julie was learning English by immersion. She spoke just enough to communicate with her classmates.

Julie sat by me in class and anytime we had group work I asked if she wanted to be in whatever group I was in. Sometimes she joined and sometimes she didn’t, but she always worked hard on her parts and we’d help her fill in gaps if... continue reading

My best friend was always dating these girls much younger than him, and then would complain that he wasn’t getting any action from them. I knew the type of girls he was into weren’t exactly the outgoing, sexually open types. They were smart, bookish, cute but not hot. They had the look of the girl in the geek-to-prom queen rom-coms, if you know what I mean. Every time it ended he’d mention how far he’d gotten with them, usually like “she only jerked me off once” or “she wouldn’t even suck it”.

One time we were getting coffee and he was downloading another handful of dates that went dry, I just asked if he wanted to have sex with me when we got to my place. He stopped mid-step “sorry, what?” he asked.

It’s just sex, I said. If it gets you over the hump, let’s do it.

He didn’t ask any more questions and when we got to my place we took off our shoes, hung up our coats, and then I just continued to undress. I peeled off my sweater, then turned to face him in just my bra. “Well?” gest... continue reading

On Friday I had a date booked in with a guy I’d met from Reddit. I’ve posted a few stories about him as we’ve met a few times, but this was the first time we’ve ever actually had a dinner scheduled instead of just meeting at one of our flats. I work from home Fridays so spent most of the afternoon getting ready, had a few drinks to calm the nerves and put on a red dress I’ve been saving for a special occasion.

He came to pick me up a couple of hours after work, and the minute I got into his car his hand was glued to my thigh. The dress was pretty short so without even needing to try his hand was basically already at my thong. The restaurant was about a 30 minute drive, we spent the first 10 minutes just chatting and then it turned a corner and I spread my legs and was getting fingered on the M25! He was overtaking cars and lorries so if anyone had looked over they would have been able to see everything! I kept my hands to myself whilst he was driving but I did play with my tits whils... continue reading

I’m not sure if most women are freaks or if I just keep getting blessed and put around them. I’m tall and handsome but some stories I have seem like make believe. Any input on this?

Anyways, about the airplane. Was traveling from Shanghai to Chengdu China, and when I boarded the plane I was in the very last row of seats and saw I was next to a hot girl wearing short shorts. Casual conversation started quickly and lasted longer than expected because the flight was delayed after we were already boarded because of rainstorms.

the conversation shifted to flirty and playful and at some point she told me she liked white guys. soon after we were kissing and making out but since was on plane it was for short seconds at a time. we got a blanket out and she gave me a handjob while I fingered her . Both of us were doing slow movements to not look obvious .

We decided we would fuck once the plane was in the air. We went into a bathroom and it was very small space. She leaned Over the toilet a... continue reading

The disadvantage of being in management is at some point in your career you will get whisked away on a corporate team building weekend which typically involves 6 people balanced on a barrel trying to get to another barrel 8' away with only a 6' plank in freezing cold rain. I have had the misfortune to be on three of these with different companies but my favourite would be the last one a few years ago.

This one was in summer for a change and as well as the stupid tasks we were sent on a treasure hunt/glorified orienteering task. I was in a group of 4, 2 women and another guy. All middle aged and fairly unfit we were all quickly suffering from the heat. A couple of hours in and we were sweating our bollocks off and totally lost interest in winning the challenge so agreed to take a rest.

We were in the middle of nowhere by a river. It was shallow with crystal clear water gently rolling over the stones. We took of our shoes and went for a paddle to enjoy to cool water. We wondered along... continue reading