The Man I’ll never forget Fucking me, and who serves as fodder for all my fantasies years later [FM]

First time post here, and using a throwaway for obvious reasons. I was a very reluctant dater but have a very high sex drive (F) and so pure necessity and my own desire drove me into the online dating world. Over a span of about 8 months I kept up a very intriguing and intellectual dialogue with an attorney who lived in my city. I suppose I was trying to establish a comfort level, in part, as well as working up to the right timing to meet in person. He allowed me to confirm his identity through publishing he’d done professionally, and was fully google-able with images by us using our real names. We decided to move things further and do a public “Look-see”.

I agreed to check him out in person finally, at my local coffee shop below my office tower. He stated he’d be seated there with a red tie on. I went down with 4 or 5 blissfully unaware girlfriends and saw an attractive man sitting there sipping a coffee with a red tie. He did not face me nor turn to see me but I had full view of him, and he was more attractive than I expected. That same day, he “checked me out” while I shopped for perfume in a nearby downtown department store. As I interacted with the salesgirl, I observed the same man down the aisle, checking out my long stocking-clad legs in the shorter skirt I chose to wear with my heels. My make up and hair were looking good that day, and I felt confident and VERY aroused as I saw him from a distance. I returned to my office wet and very turned on for the duration of the afternoon. We continued to chat and agreed it was time for an in-person meeting.

(A little backstory- I overcame a traumatic sexual assault as a child and as an adult many years later, decided I could either embrace my sexuality and explore all that it entailed, or allow it to drive me into total isolation and avoidance. I decided to embrace it, and as part of that I was pushing my own limits and comfort level whenever possible sexually. I enjoyed the sensation of slight fear factoring into a potential encounter, and so with this perfect candidate where I had trust, absurdness of my safety, I decided to REALLY push myself on this front.)

He had previously expressed a desire to simply meet and fuck immediately- allowing our desire to rule and forgoing all the formalities. I contemplated this and how I would make this come together (no pun intended). Finally I devised the perfect, hot idea. He had an office gathering after work later that week, and so as part of my plan I placed a key to my apartment door on a ledge near this party, and texted him a photo of the key and where he’d find it. No address, nothing else, just the key to hold on to. I let him think about this and hold the key for almost a week. As coincidence had it, he lived in the community next to mine in the same quadrant of our city, which in itself was rather awesome.

Then, randomly, on a Friday night around 10, I sent him a text with my address. Nothing else, just the address. We’d talked this scenario through a few times, and I took a few hits of a joint to calm my nerves, a shot of whiskey, and took all my clothes off, and got on my bed on all fours, waiting. The agony of listening for his arrival was exquisite and shockingly scary all at once. The slight fear I felt only served to enhance my arousal and I have to say I have NEVER been so turned on as I was that night, waiting on all fours, naked, for him to arrive. I further charged it by blindfolding myself with a scarf. As I heard the key turn in my door, and the door softly close, I could barely contain myself. I was trembling and so, so wet.

He came in and immediately moaned at the sight of me, waiting. I was almost embarrassed at my extreme arousal, I felt like such a slut that this was such an incredible turn on to me. Clearly I’d found my “kink!” He likely couldn’t take his own clothes off fast enough, and as he undid his belt he gently fingered my eager pussy, sliding a finger easily in to my slick wetness and groaning again. He played with my asshole too, pushing a finger partly in until I moaned. I could feel his breath behind me as he shed his clothes, and the combination of being nervous, hotly aroused and slightly scared made my heart pound like no other time in my life. I wanted him so unbelievably and from photos he’d sent I knew he had a gorgeous cock.

He climbed up on the bed and saw my blindfold. This further seemed to inflame him and he whispered “Are you ready to take my cock?” I could barely get the words out as my throat was so clogged with desire. “Yes”. I backed into him eagerly, as he couldn’t fill me fast enough, I so deeply wanted him.

My senses burst with pleasure as he slid himself in, ever so slowly, and proceeded to fuck me like a champion. Feeling his skin against mine, pounding me from behind, I felt redeemed, and incredibly satiated as he dominated me aggressively. I swallowed his beautiful cock deep into my throat when he fed it to my parted lips, and tasted myself and his own musk as I did what I do best, and sucked on him like it was the most amazing thing ever. He asked me to lick his ass, and as he sat down on my face I appreciated his obvious high level of hygiene, he really was going to be the perfect fuck friend for me. As I rimmed him and sucked on his most sensitive asshole, he came very close to cumming, and decided that he best do that on me after another round of fucking. Flipping me over authoritatively he proceeded to bang me senseless, crying out loudly as he pulled out at the last minute and came all over my back, glistening with sweat and fell on top of me.

Our little affair, which consisted of many variations of this kind of setup, a ton of anal and fun, continued for almost 2 years. I still to this day think about and when he comes up in my thoughts, I STILL desire him in a way like no other- even though he’s now married. I wonder if he thinks of me?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a1kerk/the_man_ill_never_forget_fucking_me_and_who

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