Nine months removed from a toxic relationship, I was in bed with a woman I’d just met on Tinder. I had been fucking her from behind when she asked me to cum on her face. I yanked the condom off, threw it across the room and, while she was still on her hands and knees, I crawled forward and painted her face with a massive load. She moaned with delight as my sperm splashed onto her skin. She flipped over and played with her pussy while I collapsed into the bed next to her. Cum was still dripping off of her chin and running down her breasts when she asked about my ex.
For context, my Tinder profile said “recently single, only looking for casual fun.”
As I told her about my ex, she ran her fingers through my cum and licked it up.
“Okay,” she said. “But how was the sex?”
“After we broke up, I felt like it was pretty plain. Missionary. I got two blowjobs a year. But the more I thought about it, without my blinders on—skewed from being angry, I realized it actually wasn’t SO bad. I mean, yeah. Missionary and two blowjobs a year sucked. But there was a lot she indulged me in over the years. I fisted her a few times—at her request. I fucked her with a giant black dildo she’d ordered online. Actually, funny story. We were at the gym. She was on an elliptical on the other side. I was on a bike and my phone buzzed. The e-mail said, “Your order has been shipped” and I clicked on it to see what it was. It was this giant, black dildo. I screen shotted the dildo and texted it to her and then I sat back and waited for her to get the text. Her eyes grew wide—she was embarrassed. I guess she forgot I got e-mail confirmations. She responded and said, ‘Hey, sometimes you work late …’ It was such a huge turn on.”
“Did you fuck her with it?”
“A few times. Yeah. It was towards the end of things, so we didn’t do too much with it. We had planned on having a “threesome” with the dildo. It was the kind that would suction cup onto a wall, and we’d talked about her fucking herself, doggy style, while she sucked my cock. But we never got around to it …”
“Too bad,” my Tinder date said. “What else would she do to indulge you?”
“Well, I have this fetish. And … she was pretty prudish about it, but one night, she was out with friends and got drunk. She texted, ‘I’m in an Uber five minutes from home and my bladder is about to explode. Get naked and get in the tub.'”
“She pissed on you?”
“A few times, actually. And since I’ve moved on, I’ve mentioned my fetish to a few women and they’re all disgusted. So then I started thinking, man. I didn’t get many blowjobs and we usually only had sex in missionary. But she let me fist her. She pissed on me. She let me cum on her face five times over the course of our relationship. She couldn’t take my cock up her ass, but she had a few small anal toys that we used. It wasn’t TOTALLY vanilla.”
“How was the break up sex?”
“We never had break up sex. She broke up with me over a text message. She was on a girl’s trip and her best friend announced that she got engaged. That was the final straw. She texted and said we were done. It wasn’t a total blindside. We’d been inching closer to a break up for a while. She wanted to get married and have babies. I wasn’t ready … she kept thinking I’d change my mind, but I never did. Eventually, she got tired of waiting around. And I got tired of being pressured into something I wasn’t ready for.”
“These things can be complicated,” my Tinder date said. “It was probably the easiest way for her to exit. Without having to do it face to face. Don’t begrudge her.”
“I don’t,” I said.
“But I do think you should fuck her,” she said. “Just … text her and say something like you still care about her, but you’re no longer in love with her. And from time to time, you think about her body. You miss the way it moved. And then set super firm boundaries. Tell her it’s break up sex. No dinner. No chatting afterwards. You’re coming over, you’re going to fuck her and then before your cock even goes soft, you’re going to be walking to your car.”
A surge of anxiety ran through me.
“What if the condom breaks and she gets pregnant?”
“Tell her you’re not going to cum inside of her. Even with birth control. It’s not a risk you’re willing to take. Just, you know, boundaries. Tell her you insist on cumming in her mouth or some shit.”
After my Tinder date left, I picked up my phone and read through some of my ex’s old dirty messages. I found some nudes and jerked off to them. I’d done that a few times recently. The truth was, I didn’t miss her. But I DID miss her body. She was so thick, so curvy. Large breasts, small waist. The greatest ass you’ve ever seen. And she had a bush, which she’d grown out just for me. If I closed my eyes, I could picture her walking into the living room, naked, her hips swaying. My cock throbbed just thinking about her doing the come hither movement with her finger. I did miss fucking her …
“I hope you’re doing well,” I typed. “I was thinking about something. It might be inappropriate. And you might not even be interested. But, I think enough time has passed that we’re no longer in love with one another. And … you know, we never had break up sex. There would have to be firm rules and boundaries set up, obviously, to protect our emotions. But I just can’t get your hips out of my mind.”
Her response was immediate: “What else can’t you get out of your mind?”
“The last time we had sex. Your friend was staying with us and so we didn’t feel like we could fuck. She got in the shower and we just jumped on each other. Remember that? I fucked you without a condom on. Your pussy felt so good. And then I asked if I could cum in your mouth. You said yes. I couldn’t believe it. It was such a turn on. You took my cock, soaking wet from being inside of you, took it down your throat and I came. You gulped it down, your green eyes locked on mine the whole time.”
“So, what sort of boundaries are you talking about?”
“Well, I don’t think we should catch up. No dinner afterwards or anything like that. I think we need to protect our emotions. And, just for anxiety’s sake, I don’t think I should cum inside of you. I can cum in your mouth, but that’s it. I don’t want to take any chances. I hope that doesn’t sound cruel.”
“I miss the taste of your cum,” she said. “Come over.”
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