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The guy I met in a bar (f/m)(anal stuff) PART 2!

PART 1 y'all!! http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/289txd/the_guy_i_met_in_a_bar_fm_pretty_long_and/

The guy I met in a bar (f/m) (pretty long and descriptive) (anal) PART 1

I've always liked older men, just the thought of someone more experienced than I was, and definitely someone more experienced than the boys my age. The whole teacher/student cliche has always been a huge turn on. I wanted to be shown how real men fuck, I wanted to be fucked, not have awkward anxious teenage sex with some kid from my friend group. But honestly he wasn't even that much older than me, 8 years to be exact, I was 19 he was 27.

[M]y Hotel Hijinks (no sex/voyeur)

I've never had anything exciting enough to submit to r/gonewildstories, but I've read nearly everything on here since I found the subreddit about 6 months ago. A little bit about me: I'm in my early 20s, pretty average in height (5'10) and skinny. I wear glasses and am pretty upfront about my awkwardness, which sometimes works with women, but much more often I strike out. The point of this is that I'm less of a stallion and much more of a reader. The exact type of person I thought things like this didn't happen to.

After a (f)ight had us on the rocks, I got a message from him that (m)akes me wet over and over. (Long)

I can't wait for all of this to be over. Aside from being a complete mess, I want you more than ever. I've thought about doing things we've never done before. I've been thinking dirtier thoughts than ever before. More than anything, though, I want to taste you. I want to lick your tight little pussy until you cum. I want you to make a mess, I don't care if I get messy. Then I want to slide my throbbing cock into your dripping wet hole and fuck you deep and hard while you massage your clit until you cum again.

making the waitress my toy [m/f - dom, slave, exhibition]

It all started when i got a new job, I was working in a run down corner of Detroit for a department of bank which specialised in foreclosures - the money was ok but it was a thankless and ultimately depressing job working from a run-down office block. About the only thing to do in my lunch break was walk down to the row of shops and either get a sandwich from the store or a plate of shitty cafe food from the little diner type place they had.

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