Since Monday, I see you everywhere. Mostly in my dreams.
I’d never been to r/gonewild before. Maybe you believed me, maybe not. The sex I’ve had has always been with a partner, every time lock within the confines of a relationship. Casual is not my thing.
But my thing has been broken for a while. And a part of me is afraid he broke me too.
I was there to shop. Porn was so tired and stale. I needed a piece of something real to motivate me to chase the chemical infusion of oxytocin I desperately needed. A first day off in a while, the exhaustion aching in my bones. Or it was the loneliness. I don’t know anymore.
Big dicks, little dick, holy shit is that a human dick. I scrolled until you caught my eye. Why you? Could my subconscious feel the man under the sculpted abs?
I picked you, but then a jolt of bravery shot through my fingertips. “You’d break me,” the words read when I hit enter. A laugh tumbled from my lips. I just fucking commented on a stranger’s cock on Reddit. It was a day of firsts. But look at you, I thought it was like other subs, unlikely that you’d ever see it.
“That’s the point,” you answered.
“I’m going to need some warm-up. Any other tools in your box?” I asked.
“Holy, shit,” I’m talking to a human, I thought. And then you slid into my DM and temporarily my life.
You wanted to meet up in a cyber world that terrifies me. I hadn’t thought about the consequences of my comment. You were never supposed to show up. I only wanted to consume you privately.
We are polar opposites. You post yourself for the world; your playground is the screen. It’s the demon that chases me. I know all too well how a camera can be weaponized. I told you about it. You were kind and thoughtful. You entertained my small talk, and I learned a few nuggets about you while I looked at photos in your profile, but I knew you were looking for something different than words. You wanted to see my body, watch me bite my lip, or close my eyes because something felt good. You needed to see what you were doing to me. But that wasn’t something I was willing to give you.
I was headed for the door, taking on water in these foreign waves. I could feel you planning your escape, and I understood. I’m sure you thought I was catfishing you since I didn’t want to swap images.
I carved a path out of our conversation for you as I told you my plan. “I’m going to put on amateur porn and look at you while I get off. I like the sounds other women make. It makes me feel less alone.” A part of me wonders if you would have preferred this now.
“Have fun, baby,” you typed, clearly translated as goodbye.
“The things I’ll get do to you in my fantasies today…thank you,” I sent back as parting words. I had what I needed, much more than I’d expected. The tiniest connection to another human was a surprising outcome.
“What did you have in mind?” You asked.
I don’t know you, will never meet you. The anonymity emboldened me. So, I started typing. “I want to taste you. Take your tip in my mouth and swirl my tongue around you. I want to feel the ridge from your head, smooth it across every surface in my mouth. Your pre-cum, will it be salty or sweet? I need to know.”
“Hot AF. I want you to look up at me while you do it. Can I have a picture of you?”
I shake my head before typing, “That’s not something I want to do,” but now I don’t want you to leave. This is the most connected I’ve felt since he torpedoed my life. ‘Your size intimidates me. I’ll never be able to take you all in, so I’ll have to use my hands. I’m very good with my hands, and your cock is beautiful. My fingers would explore every surface, and my mouth would follow. I want to tease you and make you growl.”
“I’ll want you to take me as deep as you can. I want your saliva to drip down my balls and on to your tits.”
My nipples are instigators, a barometer for my mood and they are firmly pointed directly at the picture of you on the screen. This day had turned around. “My tits like you already. God, you are hot.”
“Keep going, baby. I’m getting hard for you.”
“I fucking love balls. I want yours in my mouth. I’ll love making them draw up and cupping my fingers under them, running my fingertips back and forth to circle your asshole. I want to watch you fall apart under my power.” I wonder if you would cuss under your breath? Or will your eyes close and get that distant look? Fuck, I wanted to watch you cum. “I will to swallow you, and then you’ll kiss me,” I told you.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. But then I’m going to go down on you, and I’ll take my time. I’ll be there until you beg me to stop. I’ll lick and rub my spit into you, watching your reactions and matching your motions. I’ll use my fingers to get you ready for me. I can’t wait to suck your nipples into my mouth. I’m going to drag my teeth across your skin,” You answered,
“I ‘d love you to twist my nipples. Pinch them when I get close, and your name will tumble over my lips first and then I will call out for God,” I confess.
And then you typed your name. I was ready as I look down at the toys I’ve set up. “My dildo is embarrassed to be in your presence. If I were there, I’d ride you.”
‘I posted one for you. Go see how hard you’ve made me,” I saw flash in the chat.
I quickly clicked on your profile. It was the perfect picture. My effect on you was front and center. Your tan forearm was holding your beautiful cock for me to see, backlit from the sun. This is my picture. It will be the one that stays on my screen the rest of the day, and in my mind even now, although the details are starting to fade since you took it down. My hands were desperate to touch you, your shoulders and arms. My fingers and lips would trace the crevices along your abs and those hand, strong and capable. I felt the loss of you when I saw them.
“I won’t use the vibrate function, I’ll be pretending it’s you,” I told you, a total stranger.
“Rub your clit for me,” you typed and I nodded, unable to speak. The lub dripped from me and between my cheeks.
I pumped you inside of me, bottoming you out as I work my hips against you. Slower. Faster. My toes stretched and curled, trying to find euphoria. My eyes were cracked, trying to watch for your words. I tried to type, you tried to type, but the reality is that I understand why no one does it this way. Ha. Thank you for that concession. It did slow me down, and likely you too, but it was magical somehow also. At least for me. I glanced at your partial image and bit my lip as I started to breathe out your name. I was able to put myself there with you. I’m sorry you couldn’t say the same.
My breathing was ragged but steady. I’d build up only to lose it. Then another wave would make a high watermark. The elusive orgasm. It’s like trying to grab a credit card between two fingers that are stuck in between the car seats. I felt like I was trying to finish an up-hill run, the closer I got, the more intense and desperate I became.
You kept typing-little things that were giant to me. And finally, that hot honey glaze of a tingle started at my core and slowly radiated outward. My legs began to quiver, and my fingernails dug into the cushion beside me. That would have been your skin. I was drunk with it. A tsunami of pressure released as waves of spasms pounded across my entire body. A ripple followed by more waves until I was jello. I was boneless.
And you were still typing and telling me how fucking hot it was for you. Thank you for letting my words be enough, at least for one day. You anchored me to humanity.
As the steady thud of my heart pounding in my temples subsided, I was surprised that you wanted to stay. For hours you stayed, and we chatted. What we said, I can’t remember, but I was happy.
“I want to see you,” you said. ”I want to do this again. We can build trust until you’re ready to share yourself with me.”
I knew before we started. There are lines I never want to cross again. “I’m not wired for this. I’m sorry, but I this should end today,” I told you. Thoughts of a digital version of me out there painted my skin with a cold sweat.
“I don’t want any more than you want to give me. Please, let’s do this again,” you typed, but I could see the future, the one where the trust in me is lost because I won’t share more, or your interest rots because the words are no longer enough. I didn’t want to stay for the decay. I wanted one day to feel connected, and I got that with you.
You are kind and thoughtful, but my boundaries are something you don’t understand. I tried to explain and shut the door on you, and you gently asked me to keep it cracked. I needed you to let me walk away. More than that, I needed you to walk away first because I wasn’t sure that I wouldn’t keep coming back for more.
I didn’t want to delete the account on you, and somehow it seemed worse to leave without you knowing it meant a permanent goodbye. I try to be honest, and I should have been uber direct and firm. For that, I’m sorry.
Instead, I hurled a hand grenade over in the form of a stock photo at the man that had been everything for one day. It wasn’t subtle; I wanted you to figure it out. I saw you take your time responding, knowing you were running the reverse image on it. I planned to make you frustrated enough to go. It was shitty, I know. I’m sorry, you deserved better.
But you didn’t walk away. You called me on my shit, but not with any anger or judgment. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and it’s the reason that I eventually sent you real shots. They were an apology formed from tiny slivers of me to you. And as a part of my goodbye.
Then I told you I was going for good, although I couldn’t make myself delete the account right them.
“I enjoyed the day with you. Talk to me tomorrow, or any day, or never, it won’t change the way I feel about today. But please come back..” These were your last words.
It wasn’t until the next day when I saw you had pulled down the photos of you in the pink shirt that I found the determination to delete the account. I’m not sure what I would have done if there had been a message from you, but you respected my position, and I appreciate that. I intentionally didn’t look well at your username as I closed out because I knew I needed to scorch the pathway back to you. Though, I think I would recognize it if I saw it. I have dropped in on the sub looking for you, but I’ll never find you in the oodles and oodles of hard-ons, not unless you post the picture I know.
I hope that where ever you are that you’re happy. You may draw women in with your cock, but I think they stay for the man. Now, you’ve become the embodiment of my fantasies, and last night I dreamed about going out on the kayak with you. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow if you want
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/hb6vd2/a_beautiful_day_of_sexting_with_the_redditor_in