A tinder tale of a different nature [FM]

I tell people we aren’t dating because in my mind, dating means something else. Dating to me are two people who aren’t in a relationship yet, but maybe after they learn more about each other, they could be. And that’s not where we are. We are in a new sinister world where we already know each other. A world that’s both dark and light and honest and painful.

Plus we dated already. Back when you were freshly 27 and I was weeks into being 41. I swiped right on you and let you chase me while I was getting my feet wet again in the dating pool. It was clear immediately that you were my type. Young, educated, charismatic, and well put together. And I knew quickly that you understood my game. We went from meeting for drinks at the bar to letting you suck on my tits on the corner of Grand and Lake Park in the blink of an unsober eye while coked out skateboarding onlookers screamed into the night sky. It became this whirlwind of sex, day trips, food, and wine.Ultimately, I mistook your lust and ability to make me cum for passion, and your numbing effect on my pre-existing heartache for something more. Never revealing to each other that there were bigger issues we were covering with bandages. Living months in ignorant bliss until it ended in inevitable failure. And that word “love” became a painful dagger I threw too early. From the beginning, our was constructed to fall apart. You originally went on to Tinder to explore the world of dating, not to settle down. I went on to try to avoid the dark abyss of grief. That was our dating period.

And this is now. Three years later. You aren’t in your 20’s anymore. You are officially 30. We talk openly and cautiously about how we date other people. We talk about how you aren’t going to be here for very long. I talk about you to my friends like I’m talking about my car. I still refer to you as my ex. And I tell them adamantly we aren’t dating- we just fuck and do the things that I enjoy doing, because what we are up to has no strings and no guilt and no lies. And for some reason, my friends find this acceptable. I assume that your friends don’t. And their questionable disdain regarding us hanging out again turns me on in very real ways.

Currently everything you do turns me on. Mainly because now, our texts skim briefly on idle chit chat before turning into endless sonatas of the many ways your cock feels when it’s deep inside me, and odes to your tongue and its ability to make me cum all over your face. You know that I post NSFW pictures of myself on reddit and you complain that now the pictures that I send you are headless and that you share me with thousands of others. Your mild frustration turns me on. I read to you the dirty private messages I get and watch for your reaction. And when it becomes uncomfortable for you, I start to get wet.

That inevitably turns into you sliding your hands into my panties and rubbing your fingers against my clit. You confidently use me as your toy as I beg you not to stop. And as my legs start to quiver, you forcefully shove your fingers into me hooking to my g-spot and I guide your mouth to my nipples where you’ve gotten into the habit of biting me hard until I gasp in an orgasmic bliss. Your goal is to try to get me to squirt. My goal is to make this feeling last forever. It’s apparent that orgasms are my favorite drug of choice and that your are my favorite supplier.
For your birthday, our hotel had a balcony that looked onto the busy city street and I let you undress me in the open air while I watched the drunken bar flies wobble down the street. I let my head dangle over the iron bars while you tried to lift me off the ground by my pussy. You let me scream into the air as the wetness dripped down your hand. And then later you let me pull a chair onto the balcony. You sat their like a king on his thrown as I pulled off your pants and began sucking your cock. You mentioned that you could see cops on the street and that turned me on even more. So I hopped on your lap, and slid your saliva covered dick inside me and bounced on fervently until I could feel you cum deep inside me. When I got off you I could feel your cum leaking out of me and puddle onto the hotel chair. Our whole trip was a sexcapade because everyone deserves to have milestone birthdays.

It’s been a couple weeks since that trip with actual life happening in between. Work. Family. Holidays. But all that’s over and I saw you today. You told me about this girl you’re seeing who is trying to move out of the dating realm and into the relationship realm. Secretly I feel bad for her because three years ago I was in her place. I ask if she knows that you date other people (and by other people, I mean other girls who aren’t me, because we don’t date). I come to the realization that I haven’t actually been on a real date with someone in awhile and I wonder why that is.

That conversation dies down and we move into business at hand. You like me in sexy lingerie so I put it on for you. You throw me onto my bed, pull off my panties and throw my legs over your shoulders as you stand over the side of the bed. Your dick feels twice as big at this angle and I immediately cum all over you. You fuck me hard like you want to break me in half and my body convulses to every thrust. I tell you i love your cock and you tell me you love my pussy. And then you look me in the eyes and say, no, you love me. And as you see the confusion on my face you say it again.

“I love you.”

And that makes me have the hardest orgasm I’ve had all year. I love you, too. But you know that already.

You leave and I finish up my day. Later tonight I decide to open up Tinder and start to swipe left left left. I’m not really feeling it but I’m bored and I’m bothered that I’m not meeting new people. It’s then that I come across you. Your Tinder profile picture is one that I took of you hours before I fucked you on the balcony. several photos are actually ones I took of you. I stare hard at you, with my thumb wavering over your picture before I come up with a solid decision.

I swipe left and turn off my phone.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7n1904/a_tinder_tale_of_a_different_nature_fm