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She superliked me [m 24/f 21]

I got a Tinder notification on my phone yesterday morning saying someone had "superliked" me. I had a look and she was cute, with dyed dark red hair, sexy lips and big tits. I messaged her and she responded almost straight away. Within a few messages she had told me she wanted me to go over to her apartment that night to fuck her. I wish Tinder always went like that.

The second guy ever to take me, his first ti[M]e having a [T]-girl.

My first sexual experience with a man happened relatively recently, over the holidays. I gave full details about it a couple of months ago in my first posts to this sub. I took a long time building up to it, but reached a point where I knew I had to take the plunge and just hook up with a guy. It was an amazing night, and I saw him twice afterward, but he was married. Things got complicated, and he decided to break it off with me.

Hot stripper in our bedroom [m/f]

How this happened (previous story): https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4cr7ps/more_fun_with_a_sexy_naughty_stripper_mf/

I was still craving Dakota and was really curious by what she said she would do "on the side." The thought of her sucking my cock drove me wild. Yesterday I texted her in the morning and asked for her to call me...she called when I was coming back from lunch with a few guys from work. I excused myself and took the call.

I shared my girlfriend with my bestfriend because of The Walking Dead. [MFM](Me=23, Gf=21, Friend=26)(a little bit of cuckold?)

I share a two-bedroom apartment with my best friend, Tim, but I’ve been sleeping on the living room for almost a week when this happened because of some remodeling gone wrong upstairs, and the landlord of the building is still fixing things. But hey, totally fine with me because the landlord said my buddy and I will only have to pay half of rent for this month for the inconvenience caused.

A dark and stormy night... My place [m/f]

Some details (like names!) have been changed to protect identities. Writing as a means to re-live some of the moments I think about when I'm alone and in a particular mood.

I chose this particular story because it has a lot of intimate moments, and I find myself craving those as much as the wonderful sex. This was also a large building block in this particular relationship and, along with another stormy night story, would be mentioned countless more times in private conversations between the two of us.

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