Looks like I've caught the writing and reminiscing bug. This is something that happened a few months ago and was an absolute mindfuck for me. Probably the hottest and most draining single encounter I've ever had. She knows about this profile, so if you're reading this, T, hi 👋 Sex starts at /// for the lazy and horny

Like some of my previous posts, I had an r4r for post up on reddit looking for a FWB (boy is it fucking hard to find a FWB that you mutually connect with, it seems like all my experiences end in crazy women looking for a thrill. If you're in the bay area and not crazy hit me up lmao). One morning I received an extremely detailed, multi paragraph message about how much she liked what I wrote out, and how she, in her own words, "has the same kink as you, which is quite shocking". The kink in question was breeding; as somebody who's very dominant I find a woman letting me cum deep inside her as much as I want to be the ultimate form of submission. I found it cute how she tim... continue reading

...She loved taking pictures of my erect penis on her phone. Naked, without panties or a bra, she squatted and photographed it from every angle.... When it sagged, she'd wrap her lips around it again, bringing it to the desired tension, and take more pictures, experiencing indescribable pleasure.... I loved this game. Erotic mode flowed seamlessly into porn mode, and vice versa. After reviewing our sex photos, we'd once again immerse ourselves in the world of fucking, and it was a creative act, because neither of us knew how this madness would end. After the classics, I'd lay Rita naked on her back on the table, spread her legs, drop to my knees, and begin licking my admirer's genitals. I'd lick deeply and wetly, slowly dancing my tongue around her small clitoris, and launching into a swift tango with two delightful petals, deep within which her vagina glowed pink. The dark skin of my beautiful Creole wonderfully set off this pink tenderness into which I entered,... continue reading

I write gonewildstories to document great experiences, to relive them, to share their sparkling joy with others. Not *every* experience is worth writing about, however, and after a couple years I began only writing about novel experiences or superlatives. So while I haven’t written a story in a year, having sex eight times in the span of about twelve hours has given me something to write about…

I met May on feeld back in August, and she said I was the first person she matched with on the first day she had it. I offered to cook for her with my opening message, and considering she hadn’t had a homecooked meal in two months, she threatened to propose to me on the spot. But not many people are keen on meeting at someone’s house for the first date, so I suggested we get drinks at a dive bar.

She looked better than her pictures. Blonde hair, blue eyes, rose gold colored glasses that framed her face beautifully. The way her eyes get wide and she opens her mouth to laugh is already burned in... continue reading

It’s a Wednesday. The university indoor pool is deserted, only the blue underwater lights on. My roommate and I sneak in with our student keycards, giggling like idiots, planning to swim and mess around.

We do a couple laps, then float in the shallow part of the pool and start truth or dare because we’re bored.

First few are dumb (truths about crushes, dare to cannonball). Then I pick dare.

He grins: “Take everything off and leave it on the deck.”

I strip under the water, toss my bikini on the tiles. He does the same. We’re both naked, hearts racing, pretending it’s no big deal.

His dare: “Meet me in the family changing room. Don’t put anything back on.”

I climb out dripping, walk barefoot across the cold deck to the private single-stall changing room. Door’s cracked open. I slip inside, lock it.

He’s already there, leaning against the bench, stroking himself slow, eyes dark. The second the lock clicks he’s on me, pushes me face first against the full length mirror, cool glass o... continue reading

During my time in college I worked at a sandwich shop to make ends meet. On the weekends we had this cashier who I would say is the definition of a pawg, just a round juicy booty. She was very easy to get along with and we became very friendly. After work on Saturday we would usually go to her house and smoke a joint or two and have endless conversation.

One Sunday afternoon while on break, she brought up a story of a recent trip to a club she took with some of her girlfriends. She mentioned some guy was hitting on her all night and she went back to her place where the guy begged to eat her ass. I wasn't expecting that to come up, but she had mentioned she continually turned down any other activity with this guy. She said she rejected the offer since he was a random guy from the club, but was turned on by the idea. We never really had any conversations like this so I didn't know what to say at first. She asked me if I had any experience which I thought was kinda funny. As a man who lo... continue reading

Artyom stepped off the commuter train with a heavy backpack over his shoulders and immediately felt the hot July air envelop his skin. The station was almost empty, just an old woman with baskets and a couple of local kids on bikes. He texted Aunt Nika to let her know he'd arrived, and a minute later he saw her white SUV pulling into the parking lot. Veronika Sergeyevna stood by the open car door, wearing a light beige dress with thin straps. Her hair was pulled back into a loose bun, and she wore large sunglasses. She looked about thirty, at most, though Artyom knew for a fact she'd turned thirty-seven in January. She'd been divorced for three years, had no caravan, and lived alone in a large house outside the city, teaching yoga in two studios. "Well, hello there, nephew!" She smiled broadly, stepped forward, and hugged him so tightly that he felt her chest spring against him. Her scent was light, citrusy, with a hint of spice. The hug lasted a couple of second... continue reading

Writing about recent experiences has gotten me reminiscing, so this was a fun one that stood out to me. I pinky promise it's real, as crazy as all my stories sound.

About 3 years ago when I was 25 I made a post on an r4r subreddit saying I was looking for a FWB and coincidentally, just a minute or two later a message popped up in my requests: "Hey you sound hot, I'd love to meet up".

We exchanged photos, she thought I was hot and I thought she was stunning, tall athletic and lean with blonde hair. I'm 6'0, bearded, athletic and into bodybuilding with a lumberjack build. She immediately let me know she was 6'3, and in D1 sports at her college. I asked her what she was into and she only said "whatever makes you feel good". I took this a cue to be dominant with her and instructed her meet me at my place tomorrow evening in a dress with no panties. A little bit to my surprise, she only said "Ok 🥰" and gave me her number.

The next evening arrived and she texted me she was on her way. It... continue reading

Never fuck horse girls.

That much I have been told over and over.  They are always a bit… odd but that is something I can certainly work with. I have dated lots of odd people over the years.  Emily was an equestrian and had been since she was old enough to walk.  Her father was a rich engineer that had invented some kind of alloy that allowed her to grow up with the kind of wealth that gets you an infinity pool and tennis court on your grounds.

We met on hinge and she had just graduated from the university of Toronto as an engineer.  The classes had never been a problem but the other students definitely were.  It was hard to ignore all the jealous classmates constantly talking about her wealth and her good looks.

Emily was certainly striking to look at.  Long curly blonde hair and a curvy figure with wide hips and the most apparent thing when you first see her absolutely massive thighs.  Her legs were absolutely ripped, even wearing leggings you could see the muscles corded li... continue reading

We’ve been roommates for six months and the tension’s been ridiculous. Thin walls, shared bathroom, him always “forgetting” his towel so he walks past my room half naked.

Tonight I’m in the shower, steam everywhere, music playing low, door cracked because the lock’s been broken forever. I’m rinsing shampoo, eyes closed, when I feel the air shift. Peek through the fogged glass, he’s standing in the doorway, towel low on his hips, just… watching.

I should yell. Instead I lock eyes with him, slow motion slide the door open a little more, let the water run down my tits while I keep washing like I don’t see him.

He drops the towel. Thick, already hard. undresses, pushes me against the tile wall, cold on my back, hot water on my front.

No words. He lifts me by the thighs, pins me to the wall, slides in raw, one deep thrust that makes me gasp loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

Shower pounding down on us, my legs wrapped around his waist. He fucks me hard and fast, water splashing, on... continue reading

I've been dating a girl for two years now, we live together, and I've started getting turned on by the idea of cuckolding, like having someone fuck her, preferably hard. But she's pretty shy; I'm only her third boyfriend. It's just that during sex, I imagine someone just fucking her or about to fuck her right after me. It really turns me on. One day, I was staring at my phone, and she was taking a bath and called me over to get her a book. I walked into the bathroom with her book and phone in my hands and I really wanted to take a picture of her. I turned on the camera, wanting to take a picture, but she noticed, quickly covered her face with her hands and asked what I was doing. I managed to take one photo and replied, "Just a photo." She was surprised, asking, "Why do you need a naked photo of me, etc." We chatted for a bit, and she realized it was just a photo, let me take a normal photo of her in the bathroom, even posed for a little, and it... continue reading

heya guys its anna! asian college student. i have a little free use agreement with my fwb and i wanted to share my experiences! its something i've always been into but never been able to explore...

so yesterday was quite the day. we started off with our morning but this time with the knowledge that we had a free use agreement. i was still a bit nervous, but excited at the same time. we had a safeword, but i knew we wouldn't need it.

1. we woke up and i was still half asleep when i felt him on me. he woke me up with his dick in my mouth. i let out a moan and wrapped my lips around his cock and he started to fuck my face. he came and of course i swallowed... my first time sucking a cock before brushing my teeth ;)

2. but he wasn't done yet.... he ewas still rock hard and he put it back in my mouth. he came twice and i swallowed both of them.... HUGE LOAD BOTH TIMES SURPRISINGLY

3. i was making lunch when i felt him grab my butt. i turned around and he was looking at me with that mi... continue reading

Masha lay on the bed in her Moscow apartment. She had just filmed another webcam video and was now reading her subscribers' comments. She always got extremely excited during filming, knowing how much her viewers were turned on by her practically naked dancing, and the requests and comments about what to do with her and in what positions made her pussy very wet. Masha quickly removed her soaking wet panties and reached for her 18-centimeter dildo. Spreading her beautiful legs wide, she began to furiously fuck herself. Masha often fantasized about being fucked by different men in various positions, and how she delightedly sucked cocks. But since Masha was a rather modest woman in real life, often starred in commercials for various brands, and was careful about her image, all these desires remained in her imagination. Everything changed suddenly. The next day, Masha woke up early, her body still aching from the previous day's masturbation. She stretched, feeling a slight dampne... continue reading

Like any slut, I wanted to join the cheerleading team when starting out in higher education. Not only was it a great way to make a bunch of new friends quickly, I of course wanted to live up to the naughty cheerleader reputation and get into all sorts of trouble with the guys!

I had seen through posts on social media that the initiation was on the Friday night and all they said was to bring a bottle of wine. I turned up at the right time with one of my friends that I had only just met, Becca, and had to hand in our phones at the entrance without explanation. We sat talking with some other girls nervous about what the task was going to be and we had concluded that it would be something to do with downing a bottle of wine and then doing something silly but it didn't seem extreme enough - this team had a slight reputation but we honestly had no idea what to expect.

Once the room had filled, one girl stood up and introduced herself, "Hello girlies, I'm the cheer captain this year!" Every... continue reading

A few days ago I uploaded a post about some of my friends wanted to see how big my dick was. Well it happened again. Me and my girlfriend and four of our friends (two girls and two guys) were at my girlfriend's house drinking. Somehow the topic of dick size came up and the two guys were bragging about how big they were. Then they asked me how big I was. At that point, my girlfriend suggested that everybody guess how big my dick was. This is what happens when drunk people are bored. We literally went around the room and everybody gave a guess.

Then my girlfriend said I should get naked so she could measure me. I thought she was joking, but she went to a drawer in the kitchen and pulled out a cloth tape measure. At this point I knew she was serious. Being the exhibitionist that I am, I got naked very quickly. When she saw how hard I was, she smiled. She measured my dick. One of the guys had guessed correctly.

I started to put my clothes back on and gf said, "Fuck no." She got down o... continue reading

Polina woke up just as the sun was rising. She glanced at her watch: just after five. But she didn't feel like sleeping anymore. She quickly pulled on her panties, shiny black cycling shorts, and a white T-shirt. After a moment's thought, she threw on her tracksuit jacket; however, it was bound to be chilly outside this early in the morning. Then she slipped out of the room, walking silently on her bare feet so as not to wake her neighbor. Polina rounded the building, emerged into a clearing, and began her morning exercises. She loved the feeling of her strong, athletic, and pliable body. The sun caressed her face, and the wet grass cooled her feet. In a week, training camp would be over and she would return to the city, and in another week, autumn would arrive. Classes at the institute would begin. Polina had already missed lectures, seminars, and her classmates... Having finished her warm-up, Polina wondered what to do next: there were almost three hours left until breakfa... continue reading

We’re having a lazy Friday night at her place: face masks, snacks, some random Netflix show paused on the TV. Truth or dare starts innocent, then she picks dare and I grin.

“Text your boyfriend from my phone asking for a dick pic so I can rate it 1-10.”

She cackles, grabs my phone, and types:

“hey it’s your gf’s best friend. need a pic for an honest rating, no face pls”

He replies in under a minute: a clean, well lit shot, thick, perfectly curved, hard as hell. Caption: “waiting for the verdict.”

She zooms in, fake gasping. I study it like an art critic.

“Strong 9… but I need the live version to be 100% accurate.”

She smacks my arm, laughing, then dares me: “Call him over right now.”

I hit call. He answers on the first ring: “Be there in ten.”

Ten minutes later the door opens. He walks in wearing black sweats and that knowing smirk. My best friend props her phone against a water bottle on the coffee table, hits record, and announces “strictly for review purposes”

I drop to... continue reading

A few days ago, my girlfriend, her sister Stephanie, and some other friends (2 guys and 2 girls) were over at my place. We were drinking when gf suggested that we play truth or dare. I was surprised that she said that because with her sister here things could get kind of weird. Would they be making out or flashing each other? Everybody else wanted to play so I said fuck it let's go.

As always, things started off slow. People kissed each other. Eventually everybody had at least their shirt off. At some point, after more drinking, things got intense. It was my turn again. I said dare and gf said "I dare you to fuck me on the couch". It got quiet for a second. I thought she was joking, but she wasn't.

We have fucked a lot in front of girls and guys, but never in front of her sister. We've never even talked about it. But here she was asking me to do this. The guys were pushing me to do it. I look over at Stephanie and she says, "You better say yes". I nervously say OK.

gf takes her c... continue reading

During his absence, Michael asked me, among other things, to tidy up the pool in the backyard, as I'm an expert in that area. This time, Amanda greeted me politely, mindful of the spanking. By midday, I'd tidied up the pool and the surrounding area, then returned to the house, thinking of ways to further amuse myself with the girl. Amanda was in the living room watching television. I noticed two voices coming from behind the door; her sister, Mary, apparently, was not alone. "Amanda," I began, "your brother asked me to fix the pool in your backyard, and I did it. I don't know if you can use it..." Amanda gasped in excitement, then clapped her hands and exclaimed: - Hooray!! Thank you so much! I can swim now! With these words she ran to the door, opened it slightly and called: - Come in, let's go swimming! “Amanda, who did you call?” I asked. - Mary, she has her friend now... "Amanda, when I was cleaning the pool, there were a lot of piles of feces... continue reading

Samantha and I continued to text as the night went on. She of course had to be a little discreet, as she was out with my sister and the whole friend group, so her responses were not the quickest. I didn't mind as it gave me time stroke my cock and edge. I also sent her a few more photos and videos throughout the night.

Her: "You need to stop, you're going to get me in trouble."

Me: "Do you really want me to stop?"

Her: "No, but you need to because I can't stop looking at it. It's driving me crazy!"

Me: "Are you thinking about what it would feel like to have my cock stretching you out?"

Her: "Yes, but you'd have to go slow."

Me: "Why, not used to something this big?"

Her: "Fuck no! My ex wasn't as big as you and even he had to go slow."

Me: "Then I'll have to make sure that pussy is dripping wet before I plunge my cock into you, giving you slow, deep strokes. I want you to enjoy every inch of me."

Her: "Fuck..."

Me: "Do you like slow, deep strokes?"

Her: "Mhm"

I decided to s... continue reading

Pushing my hair over my shoulder, I inadvertently run my fingers down my neck, brushing against my collarbones, and a warm wave of memories, desire, and pleasure runs through my body. No, he never does that - our desire when we meet is too strong for such unobtrusive foreplay - but for some reason it is this reflex of my body that my memory associates with him, as, indeed, many others, and it is so attractive with its delicate, sharp sweetness, like the taste of caramel-mint ice cream. This chain of associations, memories and desires is impossible to break - although I have never tried, why would I? I close my eyes and imagine his hands unbuttoning my dress, his fingers touching my breasts, freeing me of all excess fabric. They squeeze my nipples, and they instantly harden, and I feel the growing wetness below, under the lace of my underwear. Then his lips encircle one nipple, then the other... And I want to press him to me, I stroke his hair, stretch my whole body toward him, archi... continue reading