Friday night. Brain spent, body underworked. I wanted to forget and I wanted to relax. Those are the moments when we all turn to our substance of choice to chase altered states of consciousness.
My drug of choice back then were Craigslist personals.
A guy in my area replied immediately. We exchanged no pictures; we barely exchanged messages at all. I unlocked the door, turned off the lights, and lay in bed naked. I had no idea what to expect, but the anticipation was all I needed to get my body going.
He arrived and asked if he could turn on the light. His voice was soft. He was in his 40s, slim. Probably married but I did not ask. I only remember him unzipping his blue fleece jacket before he turned the light back off, the sound of the condom snapping on him, and his soft voice asking me questions.
“Have you done this before?”
“A few times.”
“Why do you want to keep the light off?”
“Sensory deprivation.”
His cold, naked body moved in bed with me, his hands immediately running over my flesh. His hands were soft and his movements were bold, but with a hint of shyness.
“You posted you wanted someone to cum inside you and leave. Do you want me to make you cum first?”
“No.”
His body moved on top of mine, his legs parting to part mine under him. He touched my body with nothing but curiosity: there was no devotion, no aggression. Just a pair of hands coming to know the Craigslist stranger’s body that he would use as a cum deposit.
“You are a student in the area, aren’t you?”
I stopped responding. I moved his hand to my clit, and he immediately started circling it.
“Wow. You are so wet already.”
Probably married Craigslist stranger entered my overly eager pussy and continued rubbing in circles, starting to kiss my neck. In another phase of my life, the lack of mechanical pleasure would have been a deal-breaker. But by then I had come to learn something about myself: even if I didn’t come around him, the idea of being a Craigslist cumdump slut was going to make me come hard around my vibrator once he left.
I tilted my hips ever so slightly to have his hard penis hit the right angle. The slightest buildup in my pleasure was enough to squeeze all the cum he wanted to share with strangers that night. “God, yes, fucking whore,” he grunted in my ear. If only that talk had popped up earlier.
I smiled in the darkness. He got up, dressed, and left. He did not leave his condom behind. I lay in the same position he left me in for a good hour: I was no longer stressed.
I came hard around my vibrator that night.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tt1dta/i_left_my_door_unlocked_for_a_craigslist_stranger
Wish you lived close to me. This is one of my all time fantasies
I too went Craigslist shopping so to speak. Usually there was a quick lunch or bar meet up to make sure everything was cool then off to my place. Although there were a couple girls that just came over put my cock in their mouth on lunch break, let me use their pussy until I was satisfied then went back to work.
Oh hello there stranger.
Well well u/unholyintentions you’ve outdone yourself indeed.
Walking into a hotel room no words and fucking is bucket list
Shamelessly taking what I want like this is high on my kink list. During lunch break, after work, whichever. I never used craigslist for the purpose and didn’t realize what I was missing out on. Reddit is a lot less to the point.
Ah, another wonderfully deviant little piece from you. Craigslist was like flipping a coin. You either got head or you got your tail in a lot of trouble.
“Probably married Craigslist stranger” – you and your creative titles. I adore it.
I enjoyed this. I have questions.