[FM] Bumble fun in LA

Obligatory first + long story disclaimer. This is about a fun hookup that took place at the end of summer. I haven’t been able to get this experience or this guy out of my head, so I’m writing my first gonewild story in the hopes this gets it out of my system…

Not to start the story off on a downer, but this summer was rough. I called off my engagement with the man I used to think was “the one.” Our bedroom was dying, if not totally dead, and when we did have sex, it was predictable, boring, and unsatisfying. I felt suffocated and bored in my relationship and was deeply unhappy.

After I called off the wedding, I had a couple of casual hookups and had a blast. I felt liberated, and they were mostly super positive experiences. If there’s interest, maybe I’ll write up some of my other stories later.

But back to LA. I was there for a few days and had a weekend to kill. Bored and with no plans, I downloaded Bumble, which I hadn’t used in years – you know, that whole monogamy thing. I wrote a profile about being new to town and how I was looking for someone fun and laidback to get drinks with. In hindsight, I’m sure my profile screamed “HEY!!! I’m looking for a hookup!!!”

I was pretty selective about swipes since I only had 2 nights left in the city. Plus, I had some reservations. I actually wanted to *meet* someone, not chit chat forever, but I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to open up to someone that quickly. I was also extremely skeptical about the LA crowd and was worried everyone would be fake and too ‘Hollywood’ for me. (Sorry LA peeps. I know better now. You guys are awesome.)

As soon as we matched, Adam stood out as a top contender. We used to live in the same city, so connecting was easy, and from there, the conversation flowed. His profile said he was looking for “something casual,” which was the ideal situation for me. His photos were incredibly attractive too… 5’11”, blue eyes, an incredible smile, and a great body from what I could tell. It was actually a big ego-boost because I figured guys like that can pull hot chicks left and right, especially in LA where beautiful people are a dime a dozen. I should just go for it, I thought. What do I have to lose?

When we started texting, I was up in the hills watching the sunset. He told me he lived in the neighborhood below and would be happy to get a drink and had some good bars nearby. We made plans to meet pretty quickly, within 2 or 3 hours of us matching. His profile made him seem kinda preppy and fratty, so I wasn’t sure how this was going to go. I wasn’t in the mood to make small talk and discuss superficial topics all night. But fuck it. I could bail after one drink if we didn’t click. I got an uber and headed over.

He was already inside when I got to the bar. He looked even better in person. His demeanor was calm and confident but not too arrogant or aggressive. We exchanged hugs, he got me a beer, and we slid into a booth side by side and started talking.

It was an easy connection from the start. We talked about everything. Where we had traveled and where we still wanted to go, our careers, our hobbies. What dating was like in our respective cities. I was upfront about my recent engagement and said I was looking for something no-strings-attached, that my life was too complicated and I didn’t even think I knew how to date anymore. He said I was a breath of fresh air, that the girls in LA were usually models or wannabe actresses or instagram influencers. He liked that I was so open and unfiltered; I liked that he was kind and genuine.

We moved to a second bar. By this point, I was feeling pretty good, and I wondered when he was going to make a move. We sat closer together this time, our arms pressed against each other. Our gazes became longer, more intense. Every so often, his fingers would brush against my thigh, and I felt myself starting to get wet. But he didn’t try anything, and I started to wonder if this was going to happen at all.

Our conversation finally turned more sexual. He shattered my impression of him as a boring frat boy and I was pleasantly surprised when he told me about his kinks (I know, I know… don’t judge a book by its cover). I admitted I’d always wanted to explore my submissive side but my partner was pretty vanilla and not very adventurous. He learned that I liked being choked and dominated, and that I’d always wanted to be tied down and edged. I was getting more and more turned on by this conversation and started squirming in my seat, legs pressed together.

Finally (finally!), he asked, “Do you wanna get out of here? I live a few blocks away,” and we walked back to his place, hand in hand. When we got inside, after what seemed like an entire night of buildup, he leaned down, smile on his lips, and kissed me. I responded immediately by pressing into him, and we started making out furiously, my hands running up his shirt, his hands in my hair and tugging gently. He could have done anything with me that night. I was putty in his hands.

We broke away, breathing hard, and he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his bedroom. He left momentarily to grab us water and put on some music, then came back and laid me back on his bed, taking off my shirt as we made out some more. I sat up to take off his shirt as well and honestly think I just stared at him. His body was UNREAL. Incredible definition, cut abs… seriously, who was this guy? I had to suck his cock. I reached for him, nails tracing down his abs which made him draw a sharp breath in, and undid his shorts.

Oh my God. If I thought his body blew me away, his cock made me drool. Look, I’m a realistic girl. I don’t expect a 6- or 7-incher every time I hook up with someone (plus, there are many, many other things you can do to have a fantastic time), but Adam was HUNG. Not even joking, it may have been the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t wait any longer, so I pushed him onto his back, kissed my way down his body, and took him into my mouth.

There’s something I really, really love about giving head. It’s this idea that it’s both subservient and dominant at the same time. I love teasing until they’re leaking precum and thrusting their hips into my mouth, and looking up to see their head thrown back in pleasure. Adam was also vocal, which is so fucking sexy to me. As I worshipped his cock and balls, he rewarded me with a string of moans and praise: “fuck baby, that’s so good,” “your mouth is incredible,” “you look so fucking sexy.” I was in heaven.

I worked his cock until it was slippery and wet with my spit and his precum. I teased him by switching it up between taking him as deep in my throat as I could, nose pressed up against him, to running my lips all over the top, sides, and underneath his cock. Suddenly he pulled me off and said, “fuuuuck baby, you’re gonna make me cum like that” and threw me back onto the bed.

He peeled off my leggings and laid down between my legs, kissing and biting my thighs before licking me from the bottom of my slit all the way up to my clit. I almost lost it when he sucked on my clit, throwing my head back and clutching his hair as I moaned helplessly. Pretty quickly, I was begging him to finger me while he licked my clit (my favorite). He shot me the sexiest grin before he obliged, sucking on 2 fingers first before sliding them into me.

All this felt amazing, and 9 times out of 10, I would’ve cum. But after a while, I realized all I could think about was getting his cock back into my mouth or into my pussy. It was a weird realization because I loooove getting eaten out. But tonight, I was cock drunk and nothing else was going to be good enough.

I told him I needed him inside of me, and he grabbed a condom. When he reached over to the bedside table, I couldn’t help myself and leaned down to start sucking his cock again. I was insatiable; there was something about his cock I couldn’t get enough of. When he got the condom on, I was so wet that he slid in easily, and when he started to thrust, all I could say was “oh my god” over and over. I was so turned on by this point that I could feel my pussy clenching around him, not wanting him to pull out. When I reached down to rub my clit, he grunted “fuck yes, baby” and wrapped his hand around my neck, which almost made me cum immediately. He knew what he was doing. He pounded me mercilessly and I loved every second of it.

I wanted to play more, so eventually I asked, “hey, do you want to do doggy for a little bit?” He laughed and told me I was trying to make him cum, that he was close and already edging at this point. Later, he’d tell me that it had been hard for him to hold back, that I was so tight and wet and the pleasure on my face almost did him in a couple of times. But he indulged me, getting behind me and pushing his way in again. I moaned and dropped my head into his pillow, pushing my ass up and back against him as I fucked myself over and over on his cock. I vaguely remember him cursing “fuck, calisunandstars” and grabbing my hips hard, but by this point, I had reached a hand under myself to rub my clit again. This time, I couldn’t stop myself, and I came hard on his cock.

We paused for a minute or two as I caught my breath, and I noticed he was still rock hard so I asked to suck his cock again. He pulled off the condom and laid back, and I went to town again. I started to get more aggressive with my blowjob, taking him deep and holding him there, then pulling back to the tip with a gasp when I needed more air. His hips started thrusting to meet my mouth, and after a few minutes of this, he told me he was close, which made me double my efforts. A few more strokes, and he came, pulsing and shooting cum into my mouth, onto my face and hair, and all over my hands.

We cleaned ourselves up in the shower and got back into bed to chat and cuddle. We accidentally dozed off for a little before I woke up and told him I had to go back to my hotel, and I left tired but with a smile on my face. I thought it’d be a one time thing, but he ended up coming over the next night to see me again and things got a little kinkier. Maybe that’s a story I’ll tell another day.

We kept in touch for a few more weeks. I genuinely liked him as a person, and the feeling was mutual. We both knew a relationship wasn’t on the cards, but we enjoyed talking to each other and shared some deep, meaningful conversations. He told me to hit him up if I was ever in LA again and he’d do the same if he came to my city. I ended up asking him for space a few weeks after that, and we haven’t spoken since, but I think of him often and if our paths will ever cross again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dqv999/fm_bumble_fun_in_la