Seeking Friend for the End of the World (F4M)

Meeting him was chance.

Fucking him was fate.

It’s not every day that I post an add on Craigslist in search of a friend for the end of the world, but this day was different.

I was feeling particularly lonely, considering the pandemic brewing outside my windows, and the empty space on the right side of my bed. Is this really how I will go? I often thought this before, but now more than ever I found myself desperate for someone to be on the other side of the table during breakfast -reading the newspaper and sipping their morning cup of terribly strong black coffee.

That is what you need when the world is ending, of course—someone to drink black coffee with.

Anyway, I found myself scouring my phone for contacts long forgotten, hopeful that one would strike a chord, but no such luck. Most of them were married, gay, or in denial of whatever STD they had contracted over the weekend at some college party they had long out aged. No thanks.

I decided to download some apps instead. Tinder, OkCupid, the usual. I think I may have carpal tunnel in my thumb now from all the swiping. Something about leaving the fate of your sexual encounters to the correct swipe doesn’t settle well with me, so I deleted those almost as quickly as they downloaded.

So what was left? There is a fucking virus killing millions outside, so bars and clubs are out. The only thing I can do is find some way online to meet someone. So, here we are.

Craigslist.

I lurked through hundreds of ads from other lonely people just like myself for what seemed like hours. We are all looking for the same thing: someone to talk to, laugh with, watch movies with, and play super lame board games with when the power grid ultimately gives out and leaves us with no ability to stream reruns of Friends. I guess this is the PIVOTal moment of our lives.

None really stood out to me, and I found myself left with only one choice. I needed to post something myself. I couldn’t believe that after three months of being locked inside my studio apartment with nothing but bottles of Rose and a small bag of weed I had stolen from my brother, that this was the moment I finally decided to post an ad looking for a friend.

This is what my life has amounted to. 35, single, one cat, a shit job that I was laid of from, living on my barely-there savings, and posting on Craigslist that I desperately needed a friend.

Here goes nothing.

So, what should I say? How should the ad begin?

“My name is Morgan…”

No, that is too desperate. I should at least hide my identity, right?

“[F4M/F] ISO Friend for the End of the World.”

Fuck yeah, now I’m speaking the lingo! I’m sure to find someone. Now I need to add some text to this.

I stumbled an endless amount of minutes, trying to find the right words. Something that didn’t make me seem desperate, but also made me seem interesting. I knew that this Rose was only going to last so long, so I hoped I would get some sort of response soon. I imagined I’d quickly be on my way to best friend-ship in no time.

Well, I was at least right about the ‘no time’ thing.

The emails started to pour in, but it wasn’t the response that I wanted. Countless men asking for nudes, where we could meet up, wondering what my fetishes were, and if I could send them pictures of my feet. I couldn’t help but laugh. Why did I think this would be any different than my other failed attempts? What made me believe that I would get some sort of response that forever changed the outcome of my previously determined loneliness?

I finally found the end of the bottle. Now it was time to break open that bag.

I packed myself a bowl and kicked back on my queen bed for one. I decided to watch some reruns of Golden Girls, hoping Blanch would give me some sort of inspiration or guidance so I could fill this hole in my life. I saw my email light up with the subject “Someone to be honest with.” I couldn’t help but laugh. I wasn’t sure if it was the bowl, the straight forward subject line, or Sophia reminding Dorthy that she had put her in a home, but I knew this would be another fluke. I contemplated sending it straight to the recycle bin, but instead, I decided to open one last message. I’m glad I did.

“My name is Liam. I’m 35, male, live in the southeast, and love to rock climb. Not that you asked what I liked to do, but I assume to be friends, you’d need to know something about me. I like to think I’m a good listener, empathetic, responsive, and an all-around good guy. I think I could be what you are looking for, or would at least like to try. Respond back if you like. Hope to hear from you. Liam.”

Well, shit. No request for nudes, no question of shoe size, and no link to his dick pic? Maybe this could be the real deal, the friend that I need. I felt nervous to respond. What would I say? How do I keep Liam responding back to me and not sending him running like my previous attempts at friendship? Well, I guess I have to try.

“Thanks for your response. That’s cool that you like to rock climb! (Oh my god, did I just say cool?) I’m not that athletic myself, more into the arts and reading. I think all the traits you listed are wonderful qualifications for friendship and would like to hire you for the sought position of BFFEOFTW (Best Friend For End Of The World). You seem overqualified, but I hope you find the job to your liking. You’ll have great benefits, a supportive staff, and plenty of time to adjust. Welcome aboard!”

Oh, this email shows how crazy and lonely I am for sure. I knew one of two things would happen. He would either read my response and think, “This bitch is crazy,” or, he would open the letter and find my cheesiness cute and endearing, and become a great friend in the event of such tragedy.

So, I hit send.

You’ll never believe what I’m about to do now.

Liam and I became great friends after sending that email. We talked every day for months, endless emails back and forward about our day, our life, and how we were surviving the new normal around us. I found myself looking forward to Liam’s morning updates, and he often would remind me to give him my Friday Forecast, something he created when he realized I needed more optimism in my life. We went over our plans for the weekend, what we worried about and how we could fix problems, and often spoke on Sunday on the things we had accomplished. He was my confidant, my personal diary that kept all my secrets locked inside his head. So what happened this morning you’d imagine was utterly unexpected.

Liam sent his usual good morning but attached a link for some video he had been watching. I think this was a clipboard error, but I decided to follow the link. It was for something pornographic, a video of two strangers that met online and hooked up in a hotel. The storyline was horrible, but the sex was amazing. The two people obviously didn’t know the other, and exploring the other’s body was new and exciting. The woman lay blindfolded through most of the film, moaning at each exciting touch from her online friend, now in front of her, cock throbbing at every turn.

I closed my computer and took a deep breath. What if this was some kind of nudge? Maybe this is something he wishes could happen but was too afraid to talk about it? It would ruin our friendship completely. I knew that I knew he did, as well. But the thought was stuck in my head, reminding me every second of the video, of her moans, of what it would feel like to have a stranger inside of me…

To have him inside of me.

I guess it was the Rose. Or at least the last bowl pack from the bag I stole. But I knew I needed to explore this newfound obsession, and there was only one way. I propped up my camera and took a few pictures, exposing areas of my skin that Liam had never seen, teasing him lightly (also something I had never done before). I was nervous about his response, but I wanted to send them more at that moment than I cared for his rejection. I knew he would be honest with me. Minutes later, he sent me an address. I threw it in my GPS. It was the old bank in town that had recently been turned into a boutique hotel. The address was followed by the screenshot of a digital key.

We were 100% on the same page.

I showered quickly and threw on a silk teddy I had purchased months before. The teddy was for me, so I felt sexy, but I had hoped I’d one day use it for its intended purpose. Over the teddy, I put on a casual summer dress that accented my deep curves, large breast, and thicker body type. I paused for a moment, wondering if Liam would be disappointed when he saw me in person for the first time, but my wet pussy quickly urged me to head for the door. I obliged.

Once I arrived at the hotel, I wandered through the lobby, wondering if Liam would instead be waiting inside or perhaps not show at all. I grabbed a coffee from the kiosk and check my messages.

“Don’t keep me waiting. There is a blindfold on the door.”

Fuck. He is here. This is really happening. Now is the moment that I either decide to run back to my Camry, head home, and pretend this never happened or get out and accept my fate. Well, the fate that I had intentionally created for myself. The one that put Liam and me in this hotel room together.

Deep breaths, Morgan. You can do this. You want to do this.

I followed the signs to the fourth floor, room 475. I scanned the doorknob with my phone and heard the sound of it successfully unlocking. Like Liam had said, there was a blindfold wrapped around the handle, waiting to be placed over my eyes. While my personality was dominant, my sexuality was submissive, so it was no issue for me to follow his directions. I watched the video he attached several times, so I had an idea of what he was into.

The room was large and open. There was a king bed to the side and a window that had been covered by a satin drape. Liam was nowhere in sight, and it was only just dawning on me that he could possibly not be who he said he was. What if he had stolen the pictures he sent to me? What if every story he sent was a fake? Why was I so eager to come to this hotel and fuck a man I’d only ever emailed?

The end of the world was really getting to my head.

I’d come this far, so there was no point in turning back. I stripped down to my teddy, laying my clothes neatly on the small love seat against the opposite wall. I sat on my knees, back to the door, the same way the woman in the video was sitting. I tied the golden blindfold around my eyes, tight enough it wouldn’t budge, but not low enough I couldn’t make out the figures around me. I heard the door open from behind me, and I instantly felt the butterflies in my throat. This was it. Liam was here. I was partially naked on his hotel room floor, and he was either going to fuck me or murder me.

Liam slowly walked towards me, causing the air to warm with every increasing step. I labored my breathing so he wouldn’t sense how eager I was for his touch, and I straighten my shoulders so my breast would be full, begging for his attention.

He let out a soft sigh as he crouched down beside me. I heard something rattle in his pocket and moments later felt the medal around my wrist. He was handcuffing me, and I was becoming more and more excited. No words had yet left his lips, but I felt them on my shoulders. He kissed gently down my tattoo, tracing the letters that permanently marked my skin.

“I didn’t know you had this.”

“Those are the first words you choose to say to me?”

“I didn’t ask you to speak.”

He was correct. We didn’t discuss how this arrangement would go, but I knew from his ques that I was to remain silent. I heard him stand and his belt unbuckle. Next, the sound of his jeans unzipping echoed through the room.

“Open your mouth.”

No problem, I thought. It was awkward at first, but his hard cock was in the back of my throat before I could contest. He was large, thick, and bulging in my mouth. I choked slightly, and he laughed, pulling his cock out before shoving it back in, making sure I knew just how large he was. He pulled back out and walked behind me once more, this time pulling on the cuffs urging me to stand. I was up and walking forward, him pushing me every step of the way.

“Your dick is fucking amazing. Please let me play with you.”

“You’ll do what I say, Morgan, when I say. Lay down here.”

I fell forward onto the soft bed and slid myself up to the headboard. He temporarily released my hands enough to turn me over, and slid his cock into my hand. He was fully erect and much larger than I had expected, but this only made me want him more. With both hands I teased him gently at first, then quickly, increasing his breathing.

“Not yet, babe. Let’s not be in a hurry.”

I laughed at his sentiment. He pulled his dick out of my hands and quickly shoved it back into my throat. I gagged, but he tasted sweet, forcing a moan out of my throat I wasn’t expecting.

“God damn, you’re sexy. Turn around, let me see that tattoo again.”

I listened and flipped over, arching my back to expose my tattoo, but more accent my ass against the white sheets. I felt him trace the wording with his fingers, and then move from the ornate lettering down to my spine, to the arch in my back, down to my extremely wet pussy. I inhaled deep, and his finger slid inside of me.

“Oh my fucking god, Liam.”

“Oh, babe, that’s nothing.”

It took seconds for his tongue to find my clit. He traced playful circles as he sucked lightly, causing me to squirm and my skin to cover in goosebumps.

“Please don’t stop.”

I couldn’t breathe. My face was flushed, my heart pounding. How did a Craigslist ad for finding a friend end with me in this hotel room, weeks later, with a stranger whose face I still hadn’t seen? How was his tongue sending shooting sensations of excitement through my body, causing me to forget about just how wrong this could be and just how fucking amazing this actually was.

I fucking came right there. Loudly, all over his face.

“You taste even better than you look.”

“Can I see you now? Please, Liam. Please.”

“Not yet, Morgan. Now keep quiet.”

He flipped me over and found his way back to my lips, the ones on my face this time. His kiss was soft but eager, and I could feel how hard he was against my inner thigh. The moment he was inside of me, my body lifted off the bed. I couldn’t help but moan loudly again, causing Liam to put his hand over my mouth as he continued to push himself deeper inside of me.

“You’re so fucking tight.”

His words made staying quiet ten times more difficult. I felt his cock throbbing, his orgasm building, and my own happening again, this time more fierce than the last. He was moving quicker now, more eager for me to feel him finish.

“Come inside of me. I want to feel you finish.”

“That’s the only order I’ll be taking from you, Morgan.”

I laughed. I knew he wanted to do it as badly as I wanted him to finish. It wasn’t long before his cock was pulsating, his hips moving faster, and finally, he finished. Inside of me, just as requested.

“God damn, that was hot.”

In Liam’s own confusion, he had forgotten to take off my blindfold. I removed it but kept my eyes closed, still wanting to keep the secrecy between us. When he noticed, he quickly put it back over my eyes.

“I’m leaving, Morgan. Keep the blindfold on. I’ll email you later.”

Was he serious? Was he really going to deny me the chance to see him, to speak to him about what the hell had just happened between us?

I was too busy with my own thoughts to hear the door click. It was too late. I jumped up and ran to the door, swung it open as fast as I could, but was met with the housekeeper.

“A note for you, miss.”

“Oh, thank you. Um, did you see the gentleman who just left here? I need to speak to him.”

“No, miss. The letter. Have a nice day.”

The housekeeper turned away from me and disappeared around into the sea of rooms. I looked down at the letter, confused, but anxious.

Instead of reading what was inside, I decided to put the letter inside of my purse. I got dressed, fixed the mess Liam and I had made and walked down to the lobby. I looked around to see if I could spot him or recognized anyone from the pictures he sent. He was nowhere, and I was somewhat relieved.

When I got home, the first thing I did was power up my computer. One email sat in my inbox, unread, from Liam.

“How was your day today? Do anything exciting?”

“Just the usual. Reading, writing, seeking friends for the end of the world.”

“Glad to hear it, Morgan.”

We never spoke of what happened in that hotel. Not then, and not any time after, even though we kept meeting.

I never did take off that blindfold, either.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ho7s22/seeking_friend_for_the_end_of_the_world_f4m