This is one I’ve wanted to write for a while, but never really had the motivation to go ahead and do it.
I always kinda questioned love, and today being Valentine’s Day, I took a moment to think on this one. I’ve been in love, but even when it ended, I reflected almost as much as how my life would change as much as how much I’d miss the woman. From then on, I’ve always worried about past relationships, even those that didn’t have the chance to explore potential love, whether or not they could have evolved into love.
That’s kinda why I think about this situation I’m writing about. In a past reddit account, back when I was still young to the GW exploration, I came across a woman in GW with a username that hinted at her location. That location was the state I lived in. She was gorgeous, and not the kind of gorgeous that makes your jaw drop and you and your buddies ogle her from across the bar and never approach her, I mean the kind of beautiful that you quietly appreciate and don’t really raise any attention to because you immediately start thinking about how you’re going to talk to her. You want her to yourself, and just pray to God she gives you at least the opportunity to make an attempt. The kind of beautiful that infiltrates every thought you have, you can’t get it out of your mind until you get the opportunity to find out if her personality can cash the check that gorgeous body and smile is writing.
Her posts were amazing. Every picture she put in GW was a top post every time. Nothing short of 500 upvotes every time. She’d pose in sexy lingerie, take pics in public, at work, show off sports teams she loved, show off in dressing rooms, flash that knockout smile at times. Everything about her was sexy, I couldn’t pass her up at all.
So I took a shot. I sent her a solid compliment, told her how ravishing I found her, and asked her if that username meant she was from the state.
She answered quickly, and confirmed that yes, she was from the state. The game was on. I responded beginning the location search. I gave her a region. She confirmed, she was in the same region. I took a shot and named the town I was working in. Low and behold, she lived in that very town.
Ok, far too fortuitous. I laid in on thick and the flirting got hot and heavy. After a few days of chatting we finally made the decision to meet up, see where this was possibly going to go.
At the time we were both in a relationship, and we both had things in addition to those relationships that required the utmost in trust between us. So we were both very hesitant to initially meet, but we figured meeting and at least getting to know each other wouldn’t kill us. I remember she was just getting over a cold at the time, but I really wanted to meet her, so we decided to meet after work in town and just go for a drive to chat a bit.
We drove around for about 20 minutes or so, just chatting, talking about why we were on GW, what we got out of it, so on and so forth. I could tell immediately there was some type of a connection. She was even more breathtaking in person. She had a laugh and a smile that was crafted by an angel specifically to entrance a man when she looked at him. She was in a winter coat and scarf, and claimed she hadn’t done up her makeup to the manner she normally would; but it didn’t matter, she was a special type of beautiful that you don’t get to flirt with every day. And she was so “organic” so to speak. When she talks, it doesn’t sound like she’s searching for answers, she says what she’s thinking, there’s no bullshit behind what she’s saying. Here, I am, this is me, and I’m awesome, so get on my level. That’s how I remember her.
I knew she was just getting over a cold, but that didn’t matter to me at that point; we ended the drive with a quick little make-out session, and as she went to get out of the car, she gave my cock a little grab as I had become noticeably hard. I told her how badly I wanted to fuck her, and she flashed that great, flirtatious smile and told me we would, but not now, and we parted ways.
A few days later, we decided to get together again. We met at a restaurant. I showed up and she was at the bar having a couple drinks to calm what little nerves she had. I had one as well as this was the first time I ever did something like this, and was a little nervous as well. We sat and chatted for a little bit, and when the conversation started to slow a bit, I remember asking if we were still both interested in doing this. She confirmed that oh yes, we were going to fuck. She went to the bathroom quickly, I paid up, and with that, we were in my car and down the street parked in a shady spot. In minutes we were in the backseat, making out, pants off, condom on, and into her pussy I slipped myself. I’ll never forget how great she felt, even with a condom on. When you think of how pussy can feel like warm, wet velvet that spasms and grabs at you, literally sucks you in; that was her pussy. It was fantastic. I remember it wasn’t my best lasting performance because it was all so fucking amazing, but after we finished up, I was without a doubt, officially hooked.
From there, we developed a pretty amazing FWB situation. We both had relationship issues back and forth throughout our roughly 18 month on and off fooling around, but the sex was fantastic. We’d fuck maybe two or three times a week, and it was always an awesome experience. It was the kind of sex you never thought you’d get a shot at in life. She was unhinged at times, and she loved sucking my cock. I’d never been with a woman that showed the joy and enthusiasm for it like her. Hell, before her I didn’t know women could enjoy doing that! That was the first woman I ever met that would send me an unprovoked text at 10 in the morning to tell me to come pick her up at lunch so she could swallow my load.
I remember one time I went over to her place because she was having a rough day and seemed to need a hug more than anything. On top of that, she had her period at the time. I didn’t go over with any intentions of hooking up, but it turned into her blowing me, twice. That second orgasm, unreal. Easily the strongest orgasm I ever experienced. Hell, I’ll never forget the exchange. She blew me in her living room for my first pop, then about half an hour later she was upstairs and called downstairs, just saying “are you ready for me to cuck your cock again?”
Towards the end, our hookup sessions turned into more of a cuddling session that would turn into sex. We’d chat more than fuck, we were making out more, it was getting somewhere beyond just casual fwb fucking.
When we finally cut it off, it was clear that we both had developed feelings for one another. We were both, again at that point, in relationships that we felt were going somewhere and weren’t ready to cut off. I’ve always kind of questioned, did I make the wrong decision? Was that a relationship I should have followed up on? It was rooted, first and foremost in sex, but spending time with her was always amazing, I loved chatting with her, about absolutely everything, and I trusted her. Did I love her? No, I know it wasn’t love, but as I think about it today, I think back to when it ended, and I thought to myself, I definitely could have loved her someday.
I don’t think she’s active anymore, I know she killed her past account, just as I did, but whatever she’s doing now, I know she’s rocking some guy’s world, and he’s loving every bit of that tonight :)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5u5xlk/mf_gw_story_born_from_gw_meetup