Returning home from a dead Wednesday night out of drinks and strange sexual tension with a friend, an idea struck me, especially since it has been sitting in my head for a while. I decided to download Tinder — a way to pass time, a way to entertain myself, maybe meet someone. I put up some photos of myself and began swiping. Oh boy, meet someone I sure did.
It was about 1 am in the morning and after 15 minutes of swiping and shooting random messages out, I got a typical boring one from this guy, Jake. He was 21 years old, just like me. Light hair, striking blue eyes, toned and nicely built from his profile pictures, Jake kept it very simple with his “Hey. How are you?”. Without much thought, I replied and told him I was honestly about to go to bed. Then, I receive from him, “aw you don’t want to hang out? ):”. Next thing I know, I’m giving him my address and he’s taking an uber over. Growing up with a strict religious upbringing, I never had the chance for sexual exploration with a partner until I moved out for college when I was 19. I always said I never understood casual sex. A year and an ex-boyfriend later, I’m bent at my knees and moaning for the cock of someone I met only 30 minutes ago.
When Jake got to my place, he was even more dashing in person than from the photos. I led him quietly to my bedroom as my house mates were asleep (or so I thought). In the dim of my fairy lights, we began talking about our night. Eyes locked into mine, he lounged across my bed, arm swung out for me. It was all a bit surreal at how easy it was to slide into his arms and melt into the touch of a stranger. We began passionately making out, inconsequential chatter from before fading out to light gasps and sighs as his hands roamed all over my body. My hair, along my jaw, my back, and further down. He pulled me in with his hands on my ass. Breaking away with a whimper of disappointment from me, he whispers, “shall we turn off the lights?”.
I did, and in the darkness, did not hesitate to climb back on top of him, tangling our lips and tongues together. With my tight black dress hiked up to my hip, he pushed my head down to his waist. He told me to suck his dick and I was more than happy to please. As I lapped and licked at his cock, sucking it as deeply as I could, he grunted and moaned. I appreciated his verbal compliments as I worshipped his dick; my ex only ever let me try giving a blowjob once. I was trailing my hands from his abs down to his legs. And I gave his cock little kisses, teasing him and loving every moment of it. I kissed his thighs, nibbled at his balls and sucked lightly on the side of his dick. I began moaning too and rocking my hips in anticipation for the cock in my mouth. All the while, he’s egging me on with his moans and light whispers of “so good”.
“Do you want to be fucked?” I eventually heard and I couldn’t help but sigh a “yes”. Condom on and after a few quick bobs on his cock with my lips, I sat up on top of him and guided his dick in. The last fuck I had was a while away and I don’t often do this so I was so tight. I remember yearning for it, though. I needed it and just sat my hips slowly down on him, feeling a little stretch from his wide cock. It was so good! And I told him, I told him just how much I loved it as I pressed my hips down.
I tried to ride him slowly but he soon began pounding away at me from underneath me. All I could do was take it, back arched, moaning with my hands running all over him. I pulled my dress up to my chest, exposing my boobs – small but cute and perky – and honestly, couldn’t be fucked to properly take the dress off. He leaned up and sucked on my pierced nipple. It was honestly mind-blowing. And when I thought it couldn’t get more intense, he hugged me close and just bucked his hips wildly into me. At this point, I was just going crazy with moaning, yelling “fuck” breathlessly over and over, and kissing his face, his ears, his jaw. He was ruthless and as someone who enjoys rough fucking, I was in heaven.
He slipped out and flipped me over on to my knees. I was quick to bend over and arch my back, putting my pussy on display. All for him. I remember begging for it, “please, put it in me now”. Hands on my hips, he proceeded with a few deep thrusts before pounding so hard in to me again. I didn’t explicitly notice at the time but my bed was squeaking madly as I just moaned “yes” with each thrust. I distinctly recall drooling into my bed and loving the feeling of his hands groping my ass. It was insane — the depths of my depravity.
He then picked up the speed, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. I felt a tightness down below and couldn’t help but try and buck my hips back in to his cock. But I was powerless to his hard fucking. I could only take it until he groaned in my ear that he was ready to cum. With a final long shout (it must’ve been), he came with me. And bent over to give me a quick kiss.
It was such a memorable night. He ended up sleeping over, very happy with my cosy bed. In the morning, he pulled me close and we almost went for round 2. But we got carried away and he slipped it in me without a condom for a second. The mood then died unfortunately and he put on his black briefs. But I got good company for the rest of the morning. He left eventually and I learned as he was getting dressed that he was a tutor at my university. We will probably not contact each other again and I’m happy with this being my one night of wild fun with a hot young tutor.
I found out the next morning too that my housemates were awake… It’s been a terribly funny last few days of endless teasing about just how much of a good time I had, and how proud they are of how far I’ve come since my not long ago virgin days (no shame). They got a laugh from the creaking of my bed.
Hope you liked the story and I really appreciate feedback. I haven’t written like this in so long!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4mbgts/gave_tinder_a_try_and_fucked_so_good_30_minutes
Very well written. Great visualization and descriptions. Also. Congratulations. :)