Okay guys, I’ve been off Reddit for quite some time. So much has happened in between and I’ve decided to share some things that happened over the past year.
As always a little backstory, whoever doesn’t care about it go to the (—–) for the sex part.
Where do I even begin telling my story…
I’ve been in a monogamous relationship for most of my dating life. I fell in love when I was 18 with the guy who was the love of my life, or that was what I thought. We’ve been together for 8 years and then life happened. Anyhow 2 years ago I ended up being single again and one year ago the decision blossomed to start dating once more.
The whole dating scene was new to me.. I’ve gone on a terrifying amount of terrible dates… It didn’t really lead to anything noteworthy until I signed up to joy. A dating website for people who don’t mind kinky stuff.
So I opened up the site, entered a couple of details and was a little baffled when it came to answering all the questions about ones kinks. There were a ton of BDSM kinks (latex, leather, spanking, toys and so on), but also quite usual stuff like massages, anal sex… You can even choose preferences what kind of sexual intensity you prefer. Anyway I tried answering everything as good as I could and was redirected to my profile. A little note on the Site asked me to complete my profile by adding a description. I really hate descriptions… I entered quickly: “A sweet, cute switch, prone to dominance, diverse kinks and a lovely character. I’m always joyful and always open to having a nice chat”, closed my eyes and asked myself: “am I really doing this?”.
I started looking around the Website and was completely overwhelmed be the amount of smoking hot men. Where were they all hiding?!
It didn’t take long for the first message to popp up. It was a guy, Sam, approximately my age (27), he had a picture of him laying on a couch, face down, exposing his back and a little tattoo. My cursor jumped to his picture immediately. His profile seemed nice, I don’t quite recall what he wrote first, but it was compelling enough to answer quickly. It was a great conversation, centering us as people. We started writing all kind of nonsense that was on our minds and the chat turned into something familiar quite fast.
As we were exchanging pleasantries more messages started to fill my inbox. Among a huge amount of men beyond their fifties, with kinda gross suggestions, there were a couple of interesting guys I found myself chatting with. I was only 3 hours into dating on that site and I already had a date. I could make up a name for him as well, but since I don’t even remember his real name, lets leave it at hot guy from joy.
There I was 6 hours into dating life and already sitting in my car, driving to meet up with a stranger. It was exciting. Just a couple of minutes ago I was trying to choose what to wear, how to do my makeup and my hair (obvious choices: little cute dress, natural makeup and curly hair).
Quick description of me: well I am a typical girl. I’m am small (5’2), quite curvy with my 80C cups, a nice waist and round hips followed by slightly muscular legs (all the running payed up there). I have beautiful long chestnut brown hair, it reaches my waist nowadays. It is frequently curled up and just resting on my shoulder and chest. I love wearing skirts and dresses, one can never look overdressed, wearing a tight skirt and a blouse, right?
Back to my drive: it was very exciting. My heart was pounding and I couldn’t wait to see the one guy, who wanted to meet me. I mean with obvious intentions. Can you believe it? Well I couldn’t. I have never really felt desired by men. So that was a new feeling. I still have a hard time believing some men could ever be interested in me… the girl next door… who would tap that, right?
I arrived, parked my car, stepped out and saw a guy heading my way. So I put on a smile, looked directly at him and was kinda disappointed. He did not look like his pictures at all. There was a split-second of me doubting whether it was him. And I caught myself releasing a sigh when the guy walked past me. Fuck, I wasn’t made for online dating… That’s when my real date tapped on my shoulder. He was gorgeous. Slightly taller that me, athletic, beautiful piercing blue eyes, blond hair. I started to wonder whether he was feeling the way I felt about the guy, who had just passed me…
We went for a walk, which was nice to break the ice. He was really into me! I couldn’t believe it. We actually connected on a personal level and when the tour he picked ended, he suggested I’d come up. So I did. I was curious to where this may lead and he was really good looking.
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We entered his flat. He gave me a quick tour leading me to his bedroom. As soon as the door closed I felt myself being pinned to the wall by his warm body. Our lips collided instantly as our hands started exploring each other. He felt amazing, I could feel his muscles tense and relax underneath his shirt. It did’t take long for it to find it’s place on the ground. My dress followed quickly. There was nothing romantic, nothing cautious about making out with him. It was pure lust and excitement to feel each other. It felt like someone was pulling the rug from under me, but no, it was just me being thrown onto the bed. He promptly spread my legs, removed my panties and started licking between my legs. There was no buildup, not waiting, he just went down on me with no remorse. His tongue was painting circles around my clit, caressing it fiercely, now and then he would stop licking and started sucking, oh what a feeling. I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm that fast and intense. I saw the satisfaction in his eyes as he came up for air.
He circled the bed, as I was laying there spreading arms and legs. He just grabbed my throat and pulled me to the edge where he was standing as he reached the other end. That was the first time I would actually catch a glimpse of his cock. It was huge. His fingers were circling my lips, with a devilish smile embellishing his face he pushed them apart. One hand pulled my head over the edge of the bed and I opened my mouth even wider. He slipped his cock into my mouth.. I started to circle it with my tongue, but that was not what he wanted. He wanted to fuck my mouth. Again there was nothing romantic or soft about it. He held on to my hair and my jaw as he rammed his huge cock down my throat. It felt amazing. I loved the feeling of my eyes tearing up, trying to suppress my gag reflex, but not doing a great job. He felt it and felt even more motivated to push just a tat deeper. He bent over, slipped a finger into me and started fingering me. I was caught a little off guard. Since when did that feel this amazing? In no time I started to orgasm again, but he didn’t stop, it just kept going on and on for what felt like hours. I was struggling to swallow his dick, while loosing the last bit of control over my body. He suddenly pulled his dick out and started cumming all over me. The warm sticky shots covered my breast, my belly, drippled down my neck. He coated his fingers in cum and made me open my mouth so I could get a taste of him.
I was catching my breath as he pulled out some wet wipes from his nightstand. I reached for them, but he just stood the laughing, as he started cleaning me. That was a nice move, I guess.
He then laid beside me, kissed me, caressed my body. It was the first exchange of really soft affectionate touches between us. We spent the next hour talking, exchanging thoughts and cuddling, kissing and talking over and over until it started to get heated again. I felt his cock stiffen, his hands wander down my body and saw a grin forming. And again I felt his fingers entering me. Boy those fingers really drove me crazy.. I don’t know how many times he made it, but he managed to make me come multiple times. Every time as intense as the one before. I felt my wetness drip down my legs as he positioned himself between my legs and his cock near my slit. I was trembling with anticipation to feel him inside me, although it did concern me a little. I’ve never been with a guy, whose penis I couldn’t deepthroat with ease (soon I would learn that his dick was no match for Sams, but that is another story).
I felt the tip part me.. he took his time to slide his dick in completely. In comparison to the beginning of our encounter it seemed almost tender. I felt like I was about to explode as he was entering me. It didn’t take long for him to pick up the pace. Soon he was pounding me and I was tripping from one orgasm the the next one. He felt amazing and left me feeling like a trembling mess. After an eternity of orgasms, moaning, kisses and scratches I finally felt him tense up, moan into my ear and a wave of relief and satisfaction pulse through him too.
I went to get cleaned up, got dressed and left with the promise of another date, that would never happen. But the road to more great dates and amazing sex was paved in that moment.
Once I got home, I turned on my laptop just to see another 50 new messages from men, who wanted to get to know me (or at least wanted to have sex with me). Oh and there was a message from Sam waiting to be read aswell ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kx8oqf/me_f_getting_back_into_datinglife
Great writing, I look forward to reading more