You are here

Home

Stories | 2016

NOT a sex story, a story of what ifs and characteristics of a shitty person (me)...

So to start of with, this is my second gonewild (not really) story. As I said in the title, I know I am a shitty person for even having thoughts like this, but hey I thought I would share it with yall and write something interesting, plus this is a throwaway anyways. So clearly I have no one else really to talk to about this, so you guys can comment whatever you like, or whatever you want to share. So basically I am just gonna let you know who these girls are and what I feel towards them.

Freshman Adventures: Spring Break

Spring Break is, ideally, a gigantic powwow of not-yet-adults baring their bodies and rubbing their skin together as it drips with clear ocean water like they are in a Gatorade commercial (and maybe they are), while muffled hip hop surrounds their souls like an ecstatic Stockholm Syndrome and colors flash in the sunlight that never goes away and beer cascades through the air in slow-motion.

That time I tried anal (m/f)

Hi everyone! I'm back after a few months of being a total whore. A LOT has happened since my last post, so I thought I would pop back in now and then and share some of the happenings. (:

(M)y second time with a (T)rans girl

This is a follow-up to my first story. Still a true story, so I apologize in advance if something is less than sensational. This one is a bit longer though.

I left my friend's birthday party in a fog. I had just had the most amazing sexual experience with a trans girl I had met at the party. It was something so unexpected, both for the fact that it happened and because I had never thought of doing anything like that before. Don't get me wrong...I had no hangups about it. No regrets or anything like that. I was just in this stupor from how awesome it was.

My (F)irst time with (M)y ex's best friend

Background: I am 5'4, nice small breasts and an ass that won’t quit. Blond pixie cut, gray eyes, and dick-sucking lips. He’s about 5'8, 7 inches and thick. Foot long mohawk, hazel eyes, and strong, calloused man hands.

I met him about a year ago, when I was still with my ex. In fact, Alex was his best friend. The three of us would routinely go to punk rock shows and binge out on fast food afterwards. After my ex and I broke up, Alex and I stopped talking.

Pages