I think about having children a lot more than I used to…[MF]

I found Erin on AFF. We were both in our early twenties. Before I decided to message her I perused her profile. Her pictures were cute, cute enough to  make you wonder if there’s a real person behind that account. Her blog of experiences in the lifestyle caught my eye. Topics range from ‘what’s it like to be the only unicorn in existence’ and ‘for real single men, get your shit together’.

We started chatting and eventually graduated to texting and then a voice call. I wish I still had the pictures she sent me from our initial chat. In them, she was wearing a black corset and the most adorable velvet choker. She had a little thing for soft BDSM; something I hadn’t explored in the slightest, at the time.

That night we talked on the phone got to know each other a bit. I asked her what she wanted and what she was doing on AFF. Her response aligned with my lifestyle. She pretty much reiterated my response to the same question when she asked over instant messenger: no strings. Purely sexual relationship if we click and like playing together. I don’t think I consciously caught it at the time but in hindsight I have always believed that she wasn’t completely honest with herself or me. – more on that later…

We we’re both free by mid-morning the following day. So, we scheduled a playdate at my place. She arrived wearing a very soft and cozy looking outfit made of folds of breathable flowy cotton. I welcomed her in, introduced her to the dogs and reassured her that my roommates were gone. We had the house to ourselves. Once in the bedroom things heated up quickly. I spanked her as we walked in the door. She spun around so fast with a  naughty smirk before pulling me in for a passionate kiss.

We made out while attempting to undress each other. My shirt was half unbuttoned, my pants were at my ankles. She lowered herself to her knees, pulled my cock to her mouth with one hand while the other struggled miserably to free my ankles from my jeans.  Her mouth felt hot on my cock. She had the softest mouth. Her technique was sooooo gentle.  I personally prefer a firm grip and passionate suction but I never critique a new playmate.

We repositioned on the bed, giving me access to her wet little pussy. I tried to go down on her but she just pushed me away and wanted me to stick to just my fingers.  I did my best to keep focus and some rhythm but the blowjob was actually so distracting that I couldn’t keep pace. She sat up look me in the eye and asked if I would fuck her.  I reached for the condoms in the nightstand drawer.

I turn back to her pulling the condom from its wrapper. She had thought it I was reaching for Lube but when she saw me about to roll the condom on she stopped me and mentioned latex allergy.

“Shit!” Erin sighed,” I knew I should have stopped for more on the way over. I usually carry lambskin condoms in my purse.  Well…. I mean, Im clean.”

“Me too.”

“Good. I really rather have you raw if I’m honest.”

I was too caught up in the moment to disagree.  I was on top as I sank my throbbing cock inside her. She was so wet. Deeper and harder with every thrust. She could only take so much. To stop me from bottoming out, she rode me gingerly and controlling my depth. I love looking up at a woman on top of me. I laid there, playing with her tits as she used me; grinding and fingering herself closer to orgasm. She finally came with a moan that could be heard 3 houses away and gushed her juices all over me and the sheets.

We paused so Erin could catch her breath.

“Mmm. Now it’s your turn to cum.”

I climbed back on top of her and started building closer to orgasm. When I said I was close, she started encouraging me and never breaking eye contact. Her legs suddenly wrapped around me. I couldn’t pull out and I didn’t care.  I flooded her pussy with my seed.

Cleaning up got awkward. Roommates got home just in time to hear our climaxes and one of them was Erin’s former classmate in middle and high school.

Weird goodbyes and walks of shame. Erin and I talked thT night. She suddenly expressed interest in more of a FWB than NSA. Go to movies, dinner, dates…. That was a deal breaker for me. I was leaving the valley for a different job in 4 weeks. I didn’t want to start something for fun and get attached.

Erin was pretty stand-offish about the whole thing. A week went by and she called me about an ex that tested positive for chlamydia. She had fucked him a few days before we hooked up.  I got tested, clean. Never heard from her again.

A year goes by. I’m half a country away from the valley.  I noticed on my fb feed that Erin had posted a pic she took of me and my dog.  Erin and I weren’t ever friends on social media but I figured I’d lurk a bit. Her page was largely private. Only a few pics and posts for public view.

And there it was: a pic of Erin looking exhausted after labor… Holding an infant baby boy.  Kinda maybe looks like me, I dunno.  Based on date of posting, it’s within a reasonable timeline. I’m not on FB anymore but sometimes I wonder what she’d say if I reached out and asked about the baby.

Well, like I said, these days I think about having kids a lot more than I used to.

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