The best sex I’ve ever had was with a Redditor 🙄 [MF]

Here I am, logging into my old “slutty” account, a throwaway for my teenage self to use for self-validation. Now I’m long past being a teenager, but I’m logging in to reminisce, really for myself, but maybe others will enjoy. After being in a sexually abusive relationship fresh out of high school, I used posting photos of myself on reddit as a way to take control of my own body and try and discover a way to be sexual that I enjoyed. The flooding of my inbox certainly helped my ego, but I never anticipated that years later I’d be making myself cum to the memory of one man in particular. Our interaction didn’t send any sparks flying at first, and while the conversation was good, quite frankly he annoyed me 😂 But over the years, after each breakup, I’d find myself back on reddit sharing photos of my body and he would be there, ready to sing my praises. If you would have told me that we’d end up fucking on my parents couch at 3AM trying out best to be quiet, I would’ve never believed you.
I guess we could fast forward to that…we decided to meet up for drinks, because as the universe would have it, this man was less than a 2 hour drive from me and for some reason my aversion to meeting people from the internet (and reddit of all places) had dipped dangerously low over the years. Our first meeting was fun, but there wasn’t even a kiss. I knew I liked throwing sarcastic remarks around with him, but I really wasn’t sure if there was much attraction. That first meeting in no way prepared me for what would happen on the second. We sat on the balcony of a dimly lit bar in my city’s downtown square, and I made fun of his drink choice while he made fun of whatever he could. Neither one of us took ourselves too seriously, and the playful jabs were like foreplay for me. After a few drinks, we made it back to my car and excitedly watched as a couple nearby had a very public argument, the woman nearly hitting her boyfriend with her car as she took off without him. Eventually, what I was craving happened. His lips brushed against mine, and his kiss was intoxicating. He withheld the full force of his kiss, making me strain in my seat to search for more. He didn’t overwhelm me with his kiss like so many had done before, and his restraint was the perfect thing to make me feel safe. I couldn’t stand the idea of not having more. Since my house was only a few miles away, I figured there was no better idea than to have a stranger from the internet over to my house while my parents slept upstairs, blissfully unaware.

He agreed, and we made our way back to my place. The kisses continued, and I remembered being so delightfully frustrated by how he wouldn’t fully press into me. He infuriated me in so many ways, in his relentless sending of pointless selfies, in his persistence, and when I began to become interested, he infuriated me with how he wouldn’t give me what I was so desperate for. I had seen his cock at some point throughout the years, but I really couldn’t quite remember it. Girls who post anything sexy on reddit tend to get swarmed with dick pics, and at some point they all blend together. But he took this opportunity to deny me what I wanted, and he refused to send me any photos. The curiosity was absolutely killing me. I wish I could remember more of the details from this night, but I remember finally freeing his cock from his pants and being absolutely in awe. I had never seen anything like it, and as someone who prided herself in her ability to suck dick, I was a bit intimidated and afraid. As your typical person with a praise kink, I wanted nothing more than to absolutely wow him. As intimidated as I was, I couldn’t go one more minute without trying to fit his impossibly thick tip into my mouth. I remember feeling an unfamiliar ache in my jaw as I tried to hardest to accommodate the width, and I was disappointed that I wasn’t able to easily deep throat him like I prided myself in being able to do. Still, I think he enjoyed watching me struggle and I deeply enjoyed watching him enjoy any little thing I did to him.

Eventually, he was on top of me and I was so torn. Never in a million years did I anticipate I’d be wanting to fuck this man on this night, but here we were. I was absolutely dripping wet, my heart pounding, as I wondered how the thickest cock I’d ever seen would feel as it strained to slip inside of me. He was respectful, as he had always been despite his relentless jokes and teasing, and I remember him waiting for me to give him the go ahead. At first I told him I just wanted to feel what the tip would be like, but I knew deep down that neither one of us would be able to stop there. Nothing in this world could have prepared me for the pleasure I was about to feel. As he pressed the tip of his cock against me, I swear I felt planets shift. I felt a fullness I’d never be able to put into words, and when he managed to slip his length into me I knew I was doomed. No other man would be able to make me feel this good. Despite my family sleeping upstairs, I could not stifle my moans. My pussy throbbed around his cock and I was amazed that it was able to fit…my eyes rolled back with every thrust and he told me that he needed me to stop moaning if he was going to have any hope of being able to last. I didn’t stop, and neither did he.

Over the weeks and months, he would make the long drive to me just to enjoy a few minutes inside of me. He would always go down on me first, sure to make sure I came, but I truthfully can barely remember that. It was much appreciated, of course, but I was always aching to have him inside of me. I gradually became better at fitting what I could of his cock down my throat, and he seemed to thoroughly enjoy watching me struggle. Today, if I’m ever struggling to cum I can get myself there easily while thinking of that very first thrust and how I had never and would never feel something so incredible, but even more of that I think about how he dominated me. How he made me absolutely lavish in things I never thought I’d enjoy. I regularly have flashbacks of him having me on my knees, looking up at him with my adoring eyes as I tried my best to fit his massive cock down my throat. Him gently stroking my cheek before smacking my face and calling me a good girl…it is literally enough to get me drenched to this day. I can remember feeling of his fingers in my hair as he thrust inside of my mouth, and if I dare to close my eyes while I’m playing with myself…that is what I see. Me, on my knees, wanting with everything inside of me to give this man the greatest pleasure. I wanted to worship his cock with every part of me, and hopefully he feels like I did. I remember saying to him shortly after we first had sex that I was so pissed at him. I was infuriated that I ever felt pleasure like the sensation of his cock stretching and filling me, because I knew how rare it was that I would ever feel that euphoria from anyone else. He ruined me, but if I could go back I’d get ruined by him 1,000 more times.
So…that’s the story of the cock that ruined me for any other man! LOL. This is really just an erotic diary entry to myself and I’m no writer, but if anything could make me write a god damned sonnet, it would be that fucking dick and the infuriating man it’s attached to 🙄

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/od5obk/the_best_sex_ive_ever_had_was_with_a_redditor_mf