Melissa matched with me on Tinder randomly late one night. We were the same ethnicity, and that gave us a quick connection.
She had just moved to my city in a nice waterfront condo. We hit it off pretty quick – she was abrasive, I was witty. It was late, we both weren’t working at the time – she had just graduated law school and was looking for a job, and I was in between work. She tells me how she’s pissed at her condo board for not allowing her to hire her own personal trainer, and doesn’t want to use the condo board approved trainers, and has been researching the condo board rules to challenge them. She had too much time on her hands, and way too much angst.
It was 3 in the morning, and we had been texting for a while.
“Hey, you’re a night owl ya?”
“Lately I have been, yes.”
“Want to watch the sun rise?”
“sure…”
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Don’t repeat dates. Look for ideas, new experiences. Women want men who plan and propose things. Be creative. Think about logistics and timing, and leverage them to your advantage.
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It’s now 4:45am, and I meet her outside her condo. We go for a walk by the lake and end up on a park bench. We talk about how we grew up and how we ended up where we were right then.
Two hours later, we’ve seen the sun rise and we part ways cause I don’t want to get stuck in rush hour traffic.
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*ring ring*
“Hello?”
“Hey it’s me Melissa”
“Oh hey, umm.. what time is it?”
“Did I wake you up?”
It’s Saturday, 2AM. I was in bed, she’s out with friends drunk on a Friday night.
“Yeah…”
“I’m sorry… I wanted to see you.”
“Ok, come over…”
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She walks in and asks me for a smoke. We go to my porch and light up. It’s another gorgeous night.
She puts out her cigarette – she smells like booze and cigarettes. She comes close and we kiss. I’m grab her ass, and grope her completely inappropriately. My hands reached behind her and starts rubbing her pussy. She moans. I ask her to stop, and I light a joint. As I’m lighting the joint, she drops to her knees, pulls my shorts down and begins to suck my cock. We exchange hits on the joint and she continues to suck my cock.
I take her inside and we head to my bedroom. I take her dress off to reveal a fit young lady, built more like an athlete than a model, but fertile as fuck.
She gets on my bed, spreads her legs open and looks me dead in the eye. I grab a condom and she says “Don’t worry about it… just cum on my stomach”.
I get on top and enter her. She’s dripping wet. I have precum dripping. I slide right in and start fucking.
She just starts a low slow moan as I’m pounding away.
“Hornymemories, you feel so good”
“I need to fuck. Will you let me just fuck?”
“Pleeeeaaaasssseeee….”
…so I fuck.
I’m stoned, she’s drunk and stoned, and THC dulls my senses so I last longer. I’m on top, no cares in the world, sloppy fucking this girl.
“I need to cum. I’m going to get a condom.”
I throw a condom on, get back on top and finish the deed. Her pussy milks me and I’m spent.
We would end up fucking on a semi regular basis for over a year.
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We had a bit of a falling out – I tried to help her, and she wanted to get her life going. It didn’t work out. Some words were said.
Before we stopped talking, I asked her to come over one night. It had been a few months since we had fucked. I was horny, and I think she was lonely.
She came over, we embraced. Made our way to the bedroom again. She had come from a social event, nice flowing evening dress. Hair done up, makeup, but I think she was spent being nice and engaging people.
We started kissing, and were naked in no time. It wasn’t one of those horny “I need to fuck” deals, it was more of a “I think this is the last time we’re going to do this, so let’s get this over with”
I’m hard, I get on top, and as I enter her I realize she’s really dry.
“It’s ok, keep going”.
I keep working her pussy but its a dry fuck.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No…”
“I really need you right now Melissa… I want you to make me cum”
“Ok…”
…and with that she embraced me and let me fuck.
It was selfless, she gave herself to me in my desire to fulfill my lustful desires. Was it just sympathy? Or wanting to connect? Or closure? I don’t know… But I came, but what left me that day won’t ever be replaced.
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“I just wanted to let you know that I know all you did was to try and help me. All your advice, it was right. You always just wanted the best for me, and I didn’t see it. You always told me that ultimately, it was my responsibility for everything and I see that. You couldn’t have forewarned me for the trouble. Thank you.”
I was surprised to see the message. I thought fondly of her looking back, and before I knew it I was hard with a little precum dripping out…. I miss her.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/md44us/fm_the_new_lawyer