Tinderella [MF]

I’ve been a long time reader here and I decided to share a magical experience I had last night.

Preface to say I hate tinder and I only swipe when I’m extra drunk, lonely, horny or bored. Well I had a rough week so I spent some late hours swiping with no real expectations or desire to actually meet anyone. Just for validation I suppose.

So I matched with 4 or 5 dudes of varying interest levels and swapped a few simple messages. One guy, we’ll call him Tony, caught me with his message and he had some neat looking tattoos so I responded:

Tony: “Because you are cute, and your red hair is sexy…”

Me: “Thanks! You look like a lot of fun!”

Tony: “You’re right. I am fun. You should spend some time with me. I think you look like pure fun…”

Me: “What kind of time?”

Tony: “The kind where we hang out and drink and enjoy life, and the kind where we sleep with each other from time to time.”

I was very impressed with his open honesty and confidence so when he asked if I was free tonight I told him I was. He invited me to a cool dive bar with old school arcade machines and we spent some time playing, drinking and talking about our mutual loves of music, media and culture. We had a lot in common and as we talked I noticed more and more attractive qualities about him.

Pause for physical descriptions: I am 5’10” about 170lbs with a very proportionate “mom bod” DDD tits, shapely legs for days, a well rounded ass, dark red shoulder length curly hair and big blue eyes. I have a mysterious smile that I have perfected and gives me two cute dimples on the same side.

Tony is about 6′ around 200 or 220lbs broad shoulders, very short dark hair, 5 o’clock shadow and the most stunning green eyes with long dark lashes.

My vibrant hair makes me stand out far from average appearance-wise, but Tony is much more subtly attractive. He seems very reserved and simple at first until he smiles and laughs. When he smiles its just a little crooked with full lips and he has a perfect dimple just on one side of his face. His laugh lights his face and eyes up and he goes from being unassuming to gorgeous in an instant.

The more he smiled and laughed at me the more I wanted to kiss him. Eventually right before we left the bar for the night I told him I wanted to kiss him and he leaned across the booth and we kissed.

It was unbearably awkward and challenging but still nice in a first high school date kind of way which at 30 and 34 is kind of uncommon and sweet.

The bar was closing so we stepped outside and he kissed me again. Now here was a real kiss. A Passionate, varied, hungry but not overly aggressive, intense kiss. The kind of kiss you see in a romance movie or something.

I honestly can’t remember when we decided to go “have another drink at his place” but both of us were completely on the same page and neither of us planned to actually have a drink.

We arrived at his loft and I said, “so are we going to actually have a drink and draw this night out some more?” to which he responded by kissing me again while pushing me towards his bed and pulling at my shirt.

We got undressed and kissed a bit more but he had other ideas and instead turned me around bent me over his bed, smacked my ass lightly with his leather belt twice, spit on my naked pussy and took his penis right to it. I didn’t even get a chance to see it before he was inside of me. He was impressed that I was able to take his 6.5″ shaft to the hilt on the first thrust without any foreplay saying, “oh you get all kinds of wet don’t you?”

He grabbed my hips while he fucked me hard and occasionally would reach up and pull my hair or lightly choke me while he pounded me. After a couple minutes while he was choking me I came, hard, shuddering and clamping down on his dick until my pussy forced him out. So he climbed onto the bed and pulled me on top of him so I could ride him cowgirl style.

He knew exactly what he wanted and he didn’t hesitate to take it. But even with the light dominance he somehow knew exactly how far to push it without doing too much. Never degrading me or causing me significant pain, only enough to leave no doubt who in control.

I danced my hips on his cock for a while until I had another powerful orgasm and we switched to missionary. But he quickly pulled my long legs up to his chest and held them to the side and fucked me hard hitting me just right for another orgasm not long after the last.

He could tell I was sated so he moved me back to doggy style and gave me a few good spankings before he leaned over me and really fucked me. He said,

“that’s my good girl you love my cock pounding you like this.”

“now I’m going to cum and you’re going to take it all deep inside of you.”

I moaned and pushed back into his cock and began to shake from yet another intense orgasm that lasted until after he pounded his seed into me and pulled me up into his arms. I melted into him in a state of satisfied bliss like I’ve never known.

Somehow he instinctively knew exactly how to fuck me to fulfill my greatest fantasy of being what I call “Disney Dominated™.” If Disney made a bdsm film that’s my kink and has been my whole life. Nothing turns me on more than a confident masculine man who has his way with me but never disrespects or physically hurts me. But he can’t coddle me or be too soft either I am not porcelain though my skin looks and feels like it.

Tony found the perfect and precise balance and knew just the perfect way to handle me, unknowingly giving me the greatest gift I’ve ever received. Fantasy fulfillment without having to ask for or explain it.

I had been up since 6am and it was after 2am but after that sex there was no way I could sleep. While we were cuddling he said, “oh don’t worry about me cumming in you by the way, I’ve had a vasectomy.” I laughed, thrilled at his responsibility and the idea of him cumming inside me again.

“I wasn’t worried,” I replied, “I figure if you’re man enough to tell me how I’m taking your cum you’re man enough to deal with the potential consequences.”

He laughed and agreed, saying that men are obligated to be the most responsible party in sex and he couldn’t imagine not following that responsibility however it happened. Oh. Well ok then. I guess I’m used to nothing but fuckboys.

He did soon fall asleep so I tried to sleep but failed, so I just listened to him breathing and replayed our ecstasy in my mind.

He warned me that he wakes early and that I’d have to leave before his son woke up so around 4am I decided to wake him.

I decided to wake him with my hands rubbing him down his back and chest getting closer and closer to his cock and just slightly brushing it every few strokes. He eventually woke enough to turn to his back so I climbed over him and said, “Good Morning” and immediately started teasing down to his still soft shaft kissing his chest, nipples, down his belly to his hips and down and around his thighs then back up to his chest making sure to brush my soft breasts across his cock. And back down until I was lightly kissing his shaft.

Then a few licks around beginning to lube him up so that I could wrap my lips around him and slowly push my mouth down his now rock hard dick. I took him almost all the way down with a little choke and then came back up and wrapped my hand around him and started slowly working him awake.

As he woke he started telling me how good I was and how great it felt. I told him if he’d like, my pussy was still soaking wet and he could just slide on in from behind for a bit. So we spoon fucked for a minute or two but the angle was too good and I was quickly and powerfully orgasming again.

Then he decided he wanted to come in my mouth on his terms. He grabbed my curls and brought me to his dick and slowly lowered me onto his head while he worked his shaft. Then he started fucking my face holding my head down onto him and thrusting into me until he exploded into my throat.

He pulled me up to him and we layed there for a few minutes when I said,
“we taste good together, I’ve never been face fucked by a cock covered in my cum, that was incredible.”

He laughed his sexy laugh and we decided it was time to sneak me out before his son woke.

I drove 45 minutes home at 5am watching the sky lighten and thinking about every romance film and fairy tale and how sometimes, magic is real.

I’m definitely saying yes to a second date (and then some) if he asks, but even if he doesn’t I have to say it was the perfect tinder date and I feel so lucky to have had it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/92tczr/tinderella_mf