A few years ago I met someone on a roleplay forum and we got along very well. We developed a solid rapport and liked a lot of the same things. Most conversations focused on roleplay and sex, but we also liked similar musics, movies, shows, etc. Very rarely did we talk about details of our lives, like work or relationships. Chatting was an escape. A few times I asked about actually meeting up, but she always changed the topic.
Earlier this year things cooled down. She wasn’t online as often. When she was, she’d take a long time to reply. I just figured she was phasing me out. Eventually I realized we hadn’t talked in a couple months. It happens. I understand that. But it was still disappointing. Then she popped back online about a month ago. I said something like “It’s been a long time.” She said she’d been busy. Fine, I wasn’t going to press the issue. Things went back to how they had been. The roleplay storylines were strong. She was engaged when we chatted. I felt good about it.
At the end of one roleplay, I asked again about meeting up. To my surprise, she replied, “What do you have in mind?” We brainstormed and finally agreed to meet in the middle this past weekend. I asked her to split the cost on an Airbnb. I figured I could still have a pleasant weekend out of town if she flaked, and wouldn’t be on the hook for the whole cost. She paid and we agreed to meet Friday night.
I messaged her once I arrived and then waited. And waited. I messaged her again. No response. I went back and forth between “She flaked out” and “She got in a car accident and she’s dead.” I started swiping on Tinder. I wasn’t about to waste the weekend. Then she showed up. She walked in with an enthusiastic Hello and an apology for being late. We hugged and had a quick kiss. We talked about our respective drives for about a minute. Then she asked, “What’s the quickest you’ve gone from meeting someone to having sex with them?” I thought about it for a second, and said, “I think an hour.” She smirked, “Don’t take an hour to fuck me.” So I didn’t.
I pulled her into me and we started to make out. I tossed her on the sofa and soon began peeling her shirt off. I tried to remember all of the little things I knew about her. She likes her hair pulled and her face shoved into a pillow. She likes to be bitten. She likes her wrists held down. So I did that. She must have been thinking the same because every way she touched me was pretty perfect.
As we continued, she asked if I remembered specific scenarios. There was one with us as coworkers who ended up in the same hotel room on a business trip. There was one with her as my bride’s sister before the wedding. There was one with her as my babysitter. (Actually, there were a few of those.) She knew exactly how to amp up how turned on we were. Jeans came off. I recalled she likes her underwear pushed to the side while she’s fingered. I gave that a shot. I made her cum and then she told me to fuck her over the side of the sofa.
I pulled her up by her hair, walked her around the side, and bent her over. I peeled down her underwear and shoved it halfway into her mouth. (Another thing we’d talked about regularly.) I smacked her ass with my hand and my cock, then slid my cock in her. For years we had talked and could only help out ourselves, but now it was really happening. It was a tremendous feeling. She moaned aloud with what I assume was “Fuuuck…” and I kept going with my fingernails digging into her hips. She was a little taller than I expected, so I couldn’t exactly throw her around like a ragdoll like we’d roleplayed. But I did whatever I could recall from our better roleplays.
She pushed back on me, started to fuck me more, and then pulled the panties from her mouth. “Is this how you fuck all of my friends, daddy?” Well, there she went into the incest, which I actually thought was a small part of our roleplaying considering how prevalent it seems. But I took the bait and countered something like, “No, sweetie, this is special just for you.” From there I tugged her hair, squeezed her tits, smacked her ass, and really put all I had into fucking her hard. We talked back and forth a little more, but mostly kept silent. For whatever reason, the sound of me slamming up against her turned me on more than usual.
Once I felt ready to cum, I pulled her head back to face me and asked, “Does my little girl wanted her face painted with daddy’s cum?” Of course, she answered in a delightfully innocent way with “I don’t know what that means, daddy, but I’ll do anything for you.” I flipped her around and pushed her to her knees, then wrapped her hand around my cock and put my hand over hers to guide her jerking me off as if she had no idea what she was doing. After a few strokes, I took my hand away and blasted her face. Then the innocence play went away and she took me into her mouth for the rest of it.
I was spent. She just sort of looked over at me and said, “You know we’ve got another day of this, right?” I just nodded and smirked.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9qth75/meeting_a_longtime_roleplay_partner_in_real_life