Erotica Featuring…Dating Boundaries During the Coronavirus Times (M/F)

We fucked the first night we met. We caught each other’s eye at a friend’s party and talked for hours until he asked to kiss me. Never have I ever wanted to tear someone’s clothes off so fast in my life. The tenderness of his lips, the firmness of his touch, and the presence of his energy set every part of me on fire.

That was before.

Before the city was on the brink of shutting down, before the panic set in, before the hoarding and fear threatened to turn everything inside out.

I was casually dating a list of humans that was dwindling from going on actual dates and having actual sex to just hanging out via Facetime as the precautions were setting in and we were working to keep ourselves safe as best as we knew how. This only amplified my desire to be close to someone, to feel someone’s skin against mine.

He was in a non-monogamous relationship with a pediatrician. They had different boundaries as to how to proceed and he wanted to get coffee and talk about it two weeks after we met.

I doubled down on my efforts to keep myself healthy. I washed my hands so much I was surprised to still have skin left. I ate twice as many vegetables and drank a ton of water. I scrubbed every surface of my home as I watched the situation change daily.

We agreed to meet up for coffee, and sit in a park seeing as we could no longer stay inside the shop. I had been thinking all morning about the last time I saw him, how he kissed me, and about the sparkly look in his eyes before he did so.

We were at his place after the party, sitting on his couch making out when he pulled me on top of him. I straddled his cock, my pussy wet, his gentle hands sliding down my neck, the center of my chest and over to my breast.

I had never experienced desire in the way I had that night. It was unadulterated lust mixed with an emotional depth that felt like laying down in a bed of marshmallows. Gooey, soft, sticky and sweet. I felt seen, desired, and respected in a way that made me feel I was a flower, pushing through soil, my fresh, brand new petals spilling open.

Putting his fat cock in my mouth sent me to another universe altogether. I massaged it’s underside with my tongue, my lips sliding up and down his shaft until he filled my mouth with cum.

He ate my pussy once we migrated to his bedroom. He gently pushed me open with his tongue, splaying a hand on my belly as I exhaled.

I sank deeper into a pleasure that felt so deep, vast and unknown it was as scary as it was delightful. So when he pushed his cock inside of me, it was like something shifted, unlocked, opened up and I wouldn’t be the same afterwards.

I wasn’t the same. I had allowed myself the gift of receiving in a way that broke through a self-constructed glass ceiling. Of course I wanted more.

This virus though.

I got to the coffee shop first. When he walked through the door minutes later, I was standing in front of the coffee bar waiting on my drink to be made. I threw my arms around him, resisting the urge to kiss him because I didn’t know what lines we were drawing.

“It’s so good to see you!” he smiled. “I’m going to order. Do you need anything?”

I grinned. “No thanks, just waiting on my latte.”

I felt my jittery high school girl crush vibes piping up as the barista set my latte down and I put a lid on it hoping I wasn’t going to make a mess with all my nervous energy.

“You’re working from home right?” he asked, joining me again, the sound of milk steaming from the espresso machine behind him.

“Yeah. It’s been good for now, but I might go crazy in another week or so. What about you?”

“We just started. I don’t mind either but I’m curious to see how this unfolds.”

“Me too. The grocery store by my place has been out of toilet paper all week. I’m good for a little while longer but it’s hard not to panic.”

“Same here.” he agreed.

When his drink was ready, he took a sip before putting a lid on. A little bit of foam painted his upper lip and I wanted to lick it off.

There was a park just two blocks away. We walked in, settling on a bench not far from a playground.

“I really want to kiss you.” I said, facing him.

He mirrored my positon, and placed his hand on my leg, the heat of him turning me all the way on. I felt my body scream “Yes!” and all my energy open wanting to receive him. If I was going down in the apocalypse, he was the one I wanted to go down on and with.

“I really want to kiss you too. And I need to tell you about the virus boundaries my girlfriend and I have put into place.”

“Of course. Safety first.” I placed my hand on his arm, where his sleeve was covering his skin.

“So, my girlfriend and I have had many conversations about this.” he began. I knew where this was probably headed, we weren’t going to be able to do anything, but the suspense was like being stroked to orgasm and then denied.

I nodded, waiting.

“We feel it’s best we don’t play with anyone else until after all of this blows over. I’m not exposed to as much as she is obviously, but I certainly don’t want to up her risk of getting anything.” he said.

“I totally understand.” I replied, my pussy throbbing and asking for attention. I wanted to ask if handjobs were still acceptable. Or if I could just show him my clit and maybe come from that. I wondered if anything could be transmitted through oral sex. Or if I could just lick his elbow or something provided he didn’t cough into it.

Instead of asking for any of this, or pushing the boundaries he so clearly put into place, I decided I was going to set my pussylicious desires aside and focus on the pleasure of being with him, listening to his stories and sharing mine. Despite wanting to put his cock in my mouth, I was still so grateful for the time we got to spend together, the sun shining down on us, the chilly breeze making sure we didn’t get too warm, the sound of his voice, and all the good feels.

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