I have met a lot of random people online — and many of those people have become friends in real life. I am a big fan of actual human connection and learning about new people — probably one of the big reasons that I identify as polyamorous. Amongst the people I have met I made a few interesting friends on Tumblr years ago — back when it was new, and interesting, and strange, and still very porn-y. I have had the chance to meet three of those friends over the years. One was scheduled and planned and we had lunch one afternoon and a really good conversation. The only thing that was awkward was that I called him by his screen name and not his real name because… I forgot his real name.
One wandered into a bar that I was working at one summer and looked really familiar to me. Likewise, I looked very familiar to him. He connected the dots first and asked me if I was on Tubmlr when I brought him a beer — I was shocked, but said yes — and he told me he had been following me for years. Awesome.
The last person I met — though there are several that I hope to meet still — was a girl that lived in Canada and was a lot younger than me. I think she was 18 when I was 29. Well, she was absolutely spectacularly beautiful. Tall, brown hair and eyes, incredible slender but muscular figure, perfect breasts and butt. She was mature for her age, but still it was cool to know her as she became more of who she wanted to be. Over the years that I got to know her she grew up a lot and she got even more gorgeous. She started getting tattoos, dressing more confidently, embracing her attractiveness more and more.
Our friendship was truly innocent at first — just like with everyone else I connected with on that site. Then, one day, she posted a nude photo on her blog and I was shocked — in a good way. I sent a message with a nice compliment and we chatted about it. From there she gave me her number and she would send me nude photos or videos of her masturbating once in a while out of the blue and I would always enjoy them. We talked sex a lot and normal life things. For example after I had broken up with my last girlfriend we started to talk more — I was always there for her when she split with her boyfriends so it made sense that she was there for me too. That inevitably led to talks about sex though and things escalated to the point where we decided to finally meet. We were both single, both adults now, and it had been long enough.
Well, overly complicated story made slightly shorter, the weekend she was coming to visit had terrible timing for me. I had been traveling the week before and, due to a random storm, got stuck in the middle of the country for an extra few days, spent my monthly budget on hotel rooms and takeout and didn’t get home until the exact day that she was flying into the US from Canada. I was broke, stressed, and not feeling at all like myself. I was really worried I was about to make a terrible first — real life — impression.
When she arrived I picked her up at the airport — she looked beautiful and shy — we had a painfully awkward conversation on the way back to my apartment as I asked about her trip and described the nightmare of the past few days that I had, had. I couldn’t pick up a vibe from her and didn’t know how the next few days were going to go, but I thought — even if I couldn’t take her to all of the amazing places I had originally wanted since I could no longer afford them — we could still have a good time.
When we got back to my place I brought her things inside, put them in my room, and sat down on the couch next to her to see what she wanted to do first. I had a short list of ideas in my mind and I was ready to pitch them all to her. I didn’t get the chance to talk though, she had other ideas on her mind. The moment I sat down she leaned in and kissed me. Her big juicy lips pressed into mine, parted slightly, and her tongue darted into my mouth. I kissed her back and pulled her in tight.
She didn’t say anything, she just stopped, looked me dead in the eyes with a lusty-desperation, and reached for my pants to pull them off of me as fast as she could. I gave a helping hand, thrust my hips up, and my cock sprung out. She had seen it many times before in the photos or videos I had sent to her, but she still reacted surprised at seeing it in person. She dropped to her knees and took the head into her mouth right away, swirling her tongue over the glans and then bobbing down lower and lower with each passing moment. She looked up at me while she did it; it was clear she was eager to please and wanted to make sure I was enjoying it. Obviously, I was.
I pulled her shirt off and unhooked her bra exposing her spectacular breasts, pale skin, and brown nipples. She stood up, took off her pants and kicked them aside, then pushed me back on the couch and mounted me; quickly taking my whole cock inside her in an instant. She had been wet and ready for hours and was too excited to stop herself. She felt incredible; her pussy was so wet, so tight, and so eager. She started to rock her hips and grind her clit into me as she stared into my eyes in between long deep kisses. When I had the chance I would kiss and bite gently at her neck, grab her buttocks and squeeze firmly, or pull one of her tiny brown nipples into my mouth. I wish I could say that I made her cum, but she was doing all the work and the orgasm that she had was almost all hers. She was simply using my cock like a dildo and fucking herself with it.
Her orgasm was huge, and sexy, and she moaned so loud that I was sure the neighbors would hear — I was kinda proud of that. She stopped rocking her hips and gave me a kiss and asked me how I wanted her next. “In my room, on your hands-and-knees.” I told her before I kissed her one last time on the couch in the living room. She nodded her head, stood up, stripped off the rest of her clothes and headed back toward my room in the buff. I grabbed everything along the way — what can I say I am fastidiously tidy — and joined her. When I got to my room, sure enough, she was in the exact position I had asked her to be in.
I hopped on the mattress, got up close behind her, and slipped myself into her again. It didn’t take long before I needed to cum, so I flipped her over onto her back, pumped a few more times inside her, then pulled out and came all over her flat tummy with a big barbarian howl. I had jerked off to her photos and videos dozens of times, but to actually be inside her and have her there was glorious.
We lay on the bed kissing and touching for a few minutes before I asked her if I could eat her pussy. She looked at me in surprise and then — wordlessly, still — nodded her head. I moved down between her legs and began to lick away at her. She started to moan right away. Writhe her hips. Buck her clit closer to my mouth. Grab the back of my head and hold it where she wanted. I slid two fingers into her and began to work my magic as I lapped away at her beautiful thick labia and perfect pearly clitoris. She came for me, but I refused to stop. I wanted more. I just kept going, and going and going. I licked her pussy until I was hard again, then until she came again, then until she begged me to stop.
I presented my cock as she lay in the bed running her hands all over her body and enjoying the series of orgasms I had just given her. She parted her lips gently and looked at me with her big doe eyes telling me ‘yes, fuck me again.’ I didn’t hesitate any longer than that before slipping into her one more time. This time I watched my thick cock push gently past her pussy lips inch by inch. I demanded that she watch as well and asked her if she liked it. She nodded. I told her to tell me.
“I love it.” She whispered demurely.
“Tell me louder.”
“I love it.” She said.
“Tell me how much you love my big cock.” I was adamant.
“I fucking love it. I love your big, thick, perfect cock.”
“Good girl.” I whispered back as I started to increase my tempo. I came again a few minutes later, this time on her perky little tits. She rubbed my cum into them and played with it on her finger tips as I watched. She was still nearly silent, but what she wasn’t saying was working for me just fine in the moment.
We relaxed, took a shower together, and then headed out for dinner. I introduced her to my roommate and she didn’t say anything to him either. That night we had incredible sex twice more and I was feeling very, very pleased with myself. In the morning I took her to breakfast and hoped to finally dive into conversation now that we were all fucked-out and had the whole day ahead of us. Unfortunately, she had nothing to say. Nothing. I asked her a dozen open-ended questions and she gave me these one sentence replies. By the time breakfast was over I was desperate for some real conversation. Long story short, that was how the entire weekend played out. I would take her somewhere. I would ask her questions or tell her interesting stories. The best I would get out of her was a smile and a nod. I was losing my mind.
The last night, instead of hanging out one-on-one, I made sure my roommate could tag along so I could have someone to talk to. When she finally left he and I discussed how horrible and awkward that had been to try to communicate with her so painfully. To this day, he will still bring that girl up in conversation as a low point in my dating life — which is saying a lot since I have made some sub par dating choices over the years. Regardless, when she got home she messaged me, thanked me, and seemed to finally have a lot to say. It was like she couldn’t have a face-to-face conversation, but was amazing to text with. A true sign of the age gap, I suppose.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nps9kh/i_followed_her_tumblr_we_became_friends_and_she
More likely she just doesn’t feel comfortable with talking verbally. I know alot of people like that.
Wow. What an unfortunate conclusion. It’s so hard when people won’t communicate. I had this happen once, although we didn’t have sex. Met a guy on a dating app, texted back and forth, seemed interesting and funny. We made a dinner date – my first mistake – and it was painfully awkward. He was nice but dull and boring. He wanted to meet up again and I politely turned him down. I stuck to coffeehouses or bars for first dates after that.