The Tinder Guy I never forgot [FM]

Hi, I saw your profile on Tinder.

Honestly, when I first looked at your pictures, you seemed pretty basic, although there were some attractive features about you; the way your cheeks lifted when you smiled, your cute light feline eyes, and not to mention those legs… damn.

However, I had encountered enough decent looking people on this app to the point where I was immune to these pictures, and immune to the surprise of receiving “it’s a match!”. I don’t know who texted each other first, but I remember that you led the conversation for the first few days after initially getting in contact. We got along, so we emigrated to Instagram because it was more convenient for the both of us. There, we talked more, and things got saucier…

You obviously wanted a quick fuck near you. Cool. I was just bored, that was the only reason I made the Tinder account. I enjoyed the attention I got from people online and in a way, that validation made me… feel a certain type of way in the pit of my stomach. But this feeling was never intense enough, so I kept seeking people on Tinder, delving into more and more conversations, but I never really got what I was truly looking for; someone who I knew would be able to fuck me well.

You held that certain level of dominance I liked. One instance, I mentioned I was a bit ‘thicc’ and you replied with “Can i witness the chonk im curious of the validity of ur statement”. I laughed a bit, mulled over sending a riskay picture, but then just replied “only after dinner; I need to be wined and dined bc I’m a classy lady after all.” <— pure sarcasm right there. You honoured that decision, which was a great contrast to all the whiny people who begged me for ‘pictures’ (cough cough yaknow what I mean) even after I said no.

There was a bit more casual flirting, we shot our shots back and forth for what felt like hours. And when we talked about meeting, there was that deep yearning that I had never felt before (not meaning to sound too cliché).

But alas, we stopped talking as much. I made sure to contact you whenever I could think of a witty comeback to a picture/video on your Instagram story, and I made sure to like every new post on your profile, although I did have to restrain myself from commenting on any of them because that’s just hella creepy (but ngl, I wanted to).

I knew we barely talked to form anything substantial, but I wanted to make you mine. Maybe it was obsession, I don’t know. I scrolled through your tagged pictures, just trying to find every visual of you that was out there. Every angle that I saw of you made me want you even more. I began to see more of your flaws, but you were still so desirable to me.

I kept fantasising about what would happen if we met up. I looked at your innocent pictures and was met with much less innocent thoughts. I kept looking for the little things in each picture that made the sin in me roll around with pleasure; in one picture, I could see your lower stomach and the band of your briefs, and even this small exposed area made me salivate.

I’ve never been one for blowjobs, but I would do anything to sexually gratify you. I’m prepared to suck you in and let you jam against the back of my throat, tears pooling in my eyes from both physical pain and happiness. I want you to pull my hair and call me your bitch, your slut, your whore, yours. Oh, if you could just say I’m yours, that would be enough to make me orgasm and melt. Please touch me, squeeze every inch and bite every rough. Rip me to shreds and drink me like a whiskey. Fuck me, and make sure to fuck me hard. Turn me around, lift my ass, grab my breasts and slam into me; make me whine so so I can hear you groan. I’m going to lose myself in the rhythm of your thrusts, for I am nothing but yours, I am nothing, but yours. For these precious moments in time, hold me like no one else has held me, use me like no one else has, and take every part of me. Take it all, for your mere desire for me is enough to fuel me. I will try my best to please you, even if it means going through the worst of pain, because as long as I’m with you, my pain is my pleasure. Dive into me, explore every crevice and dark place, for your mere entrance into those places will drive me insane. Forgive me for the small ocean within me which is so hard for people like you to get into. Expand my horizons, widen my ocean, and fill me up with your sea water. I want to expand it, if it means you can sail in it more easily and less treacherously.

Even though I have never seen you in real life, and we have barely communicated online, I would do anything for you.

Anything.

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This was probably very messy. I wrote this while I was pretty heated up (as you can probably tell ahaha) so I was just trying to get my thoughts down as soon as possible. Hope it’s still readable tho.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/egqhj3/the_tinder_guy_i_never_forgot_fm