...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,
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
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
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
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
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
I know the other women at church like my husband. I see them. The way they hold his gaze a beat too long. The way they find reasons to touch his arm when they talk. The way they laugh at things that aren't that funny. And I'm not a bit jealous. I married him. I get to take him home. But Marcy is different. Marcy practically drips. Slides right off the pew, she gets so wet. She never wears a bra. She might not think she needs to, those tiny breasts barely making a shadow under her blouse, but wow. Her nipples are hard to miss. Little points pressing through cotton, through linen, through everything. And whenever Mark enters a room she just kind of... stops talking. Mid-sentence sometimes. Her eyes drift off and narrow as she focuses on him. Tracks him like a lab tracks a rabbit. She's always laughing at his jokes. Always finding excuses to touch his arms. Her husband Darryl doesn't seem to notice, or maybe he's just decided not to.
A bit of context, I was eighteen. I knew what sex was, of course. We joked about it with friends, I'd seen a few things online, but at that time it all felt distant and abstract. That summer, for one of my last all paid vacations with my parents, we went to see friends that have a house in the south. We know this family for a long time and their two girls and boy was almost my age, just a bit older. And that last day, our families were eating on the terrace of the house near the pool while I was with their child on the deck chairs. After a moment, it was so hot that I just decided to stay in the fresh pool, so I slipped into it and leaned against the edge, still talking to others. I have this odd habit of always needing to play with something in my hands while talking. So, while I was in the pool, I started playing with the powerful water jet, it created a current that made my hand float in front of me, like when you hold your hand out of a car window. The sensation was pleasant, and
Everyone in lecture called him “Quiet Ben.” 5'10", messy brown curls, glasses, always in flannel, the guy who actually read the textbook and raised his hand with thoughtful answers. I’d been crushing hard all semester. Last Thursday our study group turned into just the two of us at his off-campus apartment after everyone else bailed. We’re on his couch, notes everywhere, wine in coffee mugs. He’s nervous, keeps pushing his glasses up, finally blurts, “I really like you.” I kiss him before he finishes the sentence. It’s soft and sweet at first, then hungry. Shirts come off, he’s lean, swimmer’s shoulders, cute happy trail. I reach for his jeans and he actually stops me. “Hey… I should warn you, I’m… not big. Like, objectively small.” He looked so embarrassed I almost laughed, but instead I kissed him again and said, “I don’t care. Let me see.” He wasn’t lying: maybe 4.5 inches hard, slim, perfectly straight, cute upward curve. Honestly adorable. I dropped to my knees anyway and too
I was around 19 at the time this happened, and was quite naive and easily excitable. Back then I worked for a small motorcycle dealership as a receptionist. I knew nothing about bikes, but I needed a job, and they hired me. Sometime later I was offered an opportunity to earn extra money by helping out with an advertising campaign. The place was locally owned, small, and did all their own local advertising. When I asked how I could help, I was told it would be modeling. That sounded exciting so I agreed. It was me, another girl who worked there that I was somewhat friendly with, my boss, and the photographer. Looking back I should have realized this wasn't a professional modeling shoot at all. But I was young and dumb and excited about my chance at being a model. They had us wear a few different outfits, with the motorcycle brand logo on them, which were all revealing. The poses he had us do accentuated our bodies and sexuality, which should have really clued me in to what this was.
I am a little inexperienced when it comes to, well, girls. It's harder to pick up girls. You flirt with them but they think you're just being nice. It's all kind of frustrating. I felt so misunderstood until I met Emily. Emily was around five years older than me and shorter than me, strangely enough. She hit the gym a lot and seemed very very relaxed. When she hit me up I was surprised. She asked me if I wanted to go to her apartment and I had butterflies in my stomach the whole time. When we got there she took me straight to the bedroom and laid me down on her bed. She eased my leggings off and pulled off my panties. "Number one rule in my bed," she said. "You cum as many times as humanly possible." I thought she was just talking a big game. Then she parted my thighs and moved to lick my pussy. I had heard of stone cold tops before. Women who get off by getting others off. They don't ask for anything in return, it's the giving that gets them going. And jesus fucking christ did th
I had a first class seat to Denver where I had a connect to LA. I had a mature flight attendant. She’d been doing it for awhile I’d say. There were only 4 people in first class so she was like my personal attendant and looked after me, and I loved her Texas accent. Her name was Linda. We’d seen each other quite a few times. She was tall and her juicy ass shook as she walked, plus her D or bigger tits almost busted out of her top. She was very attractive with shoulder length blonde hair. She was stacked. Likely extremely hot when she was 20. Now she was about 45+. We were a quarter of the way to Denver and people had settled in. She stopped and asked if I needed anything. I have a question, and it’s slightly naughty. Sure, shoot. I asked if she knew anyone that did the mile high club. She laughed. Ha. Oh that urban legend?. Maybe someone pulled it off? I really doubt it. I’ve never seen two people come out of a bathroom. I’ve seen two people try to go into a bathroom but it doesn’t wo
So last weekend the three of us, me (23F), my boyfriend Diego (35M), and his buddy Alex (early 30s), are out in Miami getting one cocktail after another like there’s no tomorrow. It’s Brickell on the weekend, so everyone is dressed to impress, and I’m in this tiny black dress that’s basically glued to my ass and tits. Both guys are drooling over me, and I know it. After we finish at the second lounge (and God knows how many drinks) we stumble back to Diego’s condo, crack open a bottle of red wine, and obviously the convo goes straight to sex and blowjobs. I’m drunk, horny, and I brag that I could pick Diego’s dick out blindfolded just by his smell and taste. Alex cracks up and goes "no way that’s true, for a girl all dicks feel the same." Boom, they dare me: they’ll blindfold me, take turns sliding their cocks in my mouth, and I have to guess which one is my boyfriend’s and which one is not. I drunkenly accept it and they drag me off the couch and into the bedroom, tie a pillowcase o
Almost two months had passed since that unexpected, heady, risk-filled sex with Misha in the movie theater and my provocative naked stroll under a down jacket. During that time, we met at our rented apartment only a couple of times, and our encounters began to lose their former intensity, becoming a predictable ritual. First, Misha would perform oral sex on me, which greatly aroused me, his tongue tracing leisurely circles on my clit, making my whole body shudder in anticipation. Then he would put me on all fours on the bed and, firmly gripping my hips, fuck me for about 30 minutes with his thick cock, accompanied by my moans and screams. Each thrust echoed like a dull thud in my uterus, and a burning heat spread through my back and buttocks. Then he would come on my back, and I would feel hot streams of sperm spreading across my skin, leaving sticky trails. Then we would go to the shower, where we would wash each other. Hands sliding over my wet body washed away traces of passion,
About a month before starting university, we had a mandatory orientation on campus, which included an overnight at one of the dorms. The orientation was all the usual ice breakers and expectations setting that you might expect. We were grouped by major so we'd meet people we would have classes with. In my group of mostly guys, there was one girl who stood out. Leah was a petite redhead dressed in shorts and a tank top (it was hot as hell in July) with a little scar on her cheek. She laughed at one of my jokes, we locked eyes at some point and it was on. We spent the rest of the day together, getting to know one another. There was undeniable sexual tension and I'm sure it was noticable by our groupmates. While we kept things PG during the day, we were stealing touches and glances throughout. That night, there was some pre-programmed "club" night at the student center. Most of our groupmates and a bunch of the overall orientation undoubtedly found a party or something to attend, but
So I (22M now) started college about 3 years ago. I was 19 when this happened. My first few days off college were going really slow until I met a girl named Harper. She was an 18 year old (21 now) asian girl with curly black hair, a petite figure, and beautiful brown eyes. Harper was in calculus with me and we had quite a bit in common. I immediately had the hots for her. Anyway though flash forward a couple weeks she and I are hanging out in a lounge area at the school when I decide to shoot my shot with her. I tell her I like her. She tells me I'm cute but she isn't looking for anything serious. I tell her I understand and she whispers in my ear that she is down to bang. I should have known this wasn't a great idea but I decided I wanted to. So we go back to Harper's dorm and start making out. We allow ourselves to fall onto her bed and remove each other's shirts. I also remove her bra. She has nice tits. Nothing too big. Not too small. I would say probably B-Cups but I'm honestl
For all my lovely tree hugging dirtbags out there! 🧗♂️ **My Climbing Partner Called Me Small. I Called Her Bluff.** Mishka had a birthday tradition that I was first invited to 20 years ago when she turned 20. Her favorite climbing spot was a small mountain range buried deep in the California desert. Whenever I drove out there, either for her birthday parties or otherwise, I fell in love all over again with those rocks. And those bodies. Going to Mishka’s birthday parties meant tons of fun. There were campfires, desert dancing, chicanery, and chippy climbs mostly in the 5.6 to 5.11 range. There was a route there that started vertical but quickly rounded itself to a ledge before going mostly vertical again. It was a pretty simple route but the shape of it inspired people to call it “Riding Mishka.” Mish was absolutely adorable. She inherited the best features from her Japanese mother and Portuguese father (who visited one year so we had to mostly behave). Like “Riding Mishka” h
Sophie was a girl I was fucking for a while at university as a friend with benefits. Before the night this happened, I’d never fucked her in the ass. We’d never even talked about it. She was very clearly in the mood for fun when she came around that evening. We barely even said two words to each other before Sophie was pressed up against me, kissing me with her tongue in my mouth, making horny little gasping noises. Sophie was French, with dark blonde hair, fantastic cheekbones, and big blue eyes. She was slender, with small, perky tits but with a surprisingly round, full, thick ass. She was wearing a summer dress that night with a floaty skirt. I pretty much went straight up it. As she rubbed at my cock through my jeans, I cupped her pussy through her underwear. I felt how wet she was already. I got another hand up the back of her dress to grip her ass. As I slid between her cheeks, I mashed her knickers into her sopping cunt from the front and the back. We’d been fooling around f
This past Halloween, Erica and myself got invited out by a mutual friend of ours to a house party, along with a whole host of our mutual friends. I went dressed as Sub-Zero while she went dressed as Kitana. Once we got there and started making our rounds with everyone else, Erica introduced me to her friend Jessica, who at this point was sitting on the couch on the basement by herself. I introduced myself to her and shook her hand. She just said hi very softly and meekly. She is a very cute and petite redhead with a decent sized bust and some of the cutest freckles imaginable, fitting considering she went dressed in a typical schoolgirl outfit (she would later say that she was trying to dress up as the readhead from the music video for All The Things She Said by t.a.t.u). However, I still got this since that she was really quite glum and sad. After we made our introductions, I made my way back upstairs and joined the rest of the party. A few hours passed (and a few wobblypops were c
Since the divorce I've dated on and off, but I'm busy and a dad, and the apps are sometimes more trouble than they're worth. After a good week I'll have momentary motivation and unpause my profile and seek out a fling. I'm handsome, in my late 30s, with blue eyes and a well kept beard, and so I usually have little trouble finding someone to hookup with, but nothing really lasts. It makes sense that things don't last of course, I look after my kids every second week, so my attention is always partial. When they're with me I want them to be staying in a proper house, so I stay somewhere only just within my means. A few months ago I decided that I needed to supplement my income and find someone who could stay half the time. I put out feelers to FB groups and online listings. It's a weird ask but I thought it couldn't hurt to look. I charged below market rate but the first 5 people I saw were clearly untrustworthy or didn't read the ad. Then I met Belle. She suited perfectly. She worke