Gave it Up on our First Date … Ugh [MF]

I have BPD and this story is shortly after a manic month in 2018 when I was 25.

I was no longer a stripper. I had finished three months of therapy, diagnosed BPD, and begun yoga and meditation to quell negative and red thoughts.

I was waiting at a breakfast cafe that was a few blocks from multiple tech and professional offices. I was hit on ALL the time by engineers, accountants and lawyers. But one regular, a respectful and mild-mannered man in his 30’s, asked for my number in an understated and cute way. He seemed normal and not interested in Tinder and Bumble. I wanted that, something more mature.

We texted for a few days. I could tell how nervous he was through text but he was still cute. He was secure, though, and independent. He just didn’t want to fuck it up with me. He asked me out to dinner at a fancy Mexican spot and picked me up on time, tipped the valet, did everything right.

I was forthcoming about myself during our dinner. The overhead strings of lights were just enough to shine a light on how handsome he was when he put effort into it. I was feeling myself grow more comfortable with him, and when he took the lead on a second round of margaritas I could feel the heat in my face and felt the tipsy tingles flow down my back. And my pussy swelling up.

Before the valet pulled his car back we were sensually making out on a bench. I pulled back and peered into his expansive brown eyes, him admiring the technical detail of my eyeliner, faint eye shadow and waxed eyebrows. “Will you come back and watch a movie with me?” YES.

We didn’t watch a movie. I sat on his couch for a second and noticed the intentional minimalism in his living room. He was a simple guy, and when he sat down next to me his hand went on my thigh and mine over his hard cock. He stood up and took off his jeans and boxers and I became sensed belonging. He sat back down as I knelt on all fours, hovering over his groin.

“I’m going to need you to hold my hair back” I said, and he obliged. I suckled and popped his cock head like a Blow Pop. Getting deep enough to where my lips were on his shaft, and when I pulled back I applied extra suction, extra slurping, with my tongue grazing the underside of his cock and all of the tiny veins trickling all around. Before my lips separated from his head I unloaded all the saliva accumulated inside mu mouth, and immediately used it as lube to stroke him hard and fast – while staring at him with an open mouth.

“Do you like that?” I asked, flinging my hair over.

“Omg yes.” He could barely get out full words in between pleasure breaths. “Ok wait, slow down. i wanna fuck you.”

I took off my dress and pulled down my panties and got pushed to the couch on my back, in missionary position. He jumped on, my legs at his shoulders, as he squatted over me and attempted to roll on a condom. I slapped it away. He entered quick, hard, deep, and held it in. I could feel his penis pulsate in an effort to conserve his seed.

Our eyes were locked, and I was seeing love flashes. A Hawaii wedding and two kids. Two dogs. He pummeled harder and faster to where my entire body felt pushed further into the cushions with each pounce.

“I’m gonna cum.” He said.

“I want it on my face.” I said.

I got on my knees as he stood before me, furiously stroking. I closed my eyes and puckered my lips in a slight smile. The first warm dollop landed on my left cheek, followed by another on my nose. He held my head in place by placing his hand over my eyes; several squirts of watery semen splashed on my lips and nose.

“How thoughtful!” I said. I spent a lot of time on my eyes. I licked around my lips. Not my favorite.

He asked me to spend the night. I did. We fucked again in the morning. I was mad at myself for giving it up on the first date. I was mad at myself for allowing my ideations of future normalcy get the best of me, resulting in him jizzing all over my face.

Of course, he saw me as easy and a slut. I couldn’t get a second date. I got a dick pic six months later, though. He had to have been drunk.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ipfnpt/gave_it_up_on_our_first_date_ugh_mf