Elle (22F) was absolutely gorgeous, but she was a walking red flag. She was slender and so petite, about 5’1″ with smooth, porcelain skin, and the prettiest lips.
My (28F) preference for women leans towards the butch spectrum, but I do appreciate beautiful women, and she was hot enough for me to throw all my reservations out the window.
We matched on Tinder, and she sent a message not 10 seconds later. I thought she was a catfish. The story of the days.
She asked me to meet up with her and her friends in the club that very night. No thanks. I would like to keep my kidney please. However, we chatted on and off for a couple weeks, with her insisting on meetups. Surely she couldn’t be a catfish?
When I went to meet her at her place the first time, I was ambushed by her uh – very hot flatmate, that she was kinda banging, as well as another smoking hot lady friend.
The night was innocent. There were several innuendos and subtle implications, but I pretended I didn’t catch on. It had been a bitch of a work day, and I didn’t have the emotional capabilities to handle one, or two, or even three of them. We had drinks. Lots and lots of drinks. Then I went home.
She later revealed to me it was a ploy to hook me up with her bangmate, but he chickened out at the last minute. Thank fuck.
We got on well, so we decided to continue hanging out. She said she was a nympho, and from her stories, I don’t doubt it at all. Each of our meets were platonic, where we’d go out, grab a drink, then chat about what’s new in our lives.
I was ecstatic to have another kinky friend to swap stories with, and she wasn’t abashed about her intention of swapping more than stories.
However, I decided against hooking up with her, because again, she was smoking hot, but she obviously had issues. I won’t shame her for it, but a lot of words that end with “-ist” can be used to describe her beliefs. I chalked that down to her youth, naivety, and her close mindedness on anything not relating to sex.
That aside, she was great to speak to though, sharing stories about her insanely kinky adventures that would put most of us here to shame.
One night, I went over to hers for drinks. She’d broken up with the bangmate at that point of time. Shame. She was telling me about her latest sexcapades, and we were drinking dubious amounts of alcohol.
Our conversation turned towards piercings, and she sought my advice, wanting to get her nipples pierced. She had a VCH piercing – something I’d been considering getting. I, onto my sixth – or was that eighth – glass of liquid courage, asked for a cheeky glance. She was more than happy to oblige, pulling down her booty shorts (no underwear!) to show me her piercing.
One second we had our wine glasses in hand, the next, her lips were on mine. I don’t remember who made the first move, but at that point of time, I didn’t want to stop.
Her top came off next, and she was so slim and so petite. The kind of body I’d always wished I could have. I remember kissing downwards from her neck, admiring the smooth silkiness that I wasn’t used to, normally sleeping with men.
Then, my top came off. I don’t remember who pulled it off, but I was the one who unhooked the bra. Upon seeing my breasts, she pulled me in for a long, wet kiss.
“You are breathtaking,” she said, and she knew all the right things to say.
She was completely smooth down there (“sugar daddy paid for my hair removal!”), which I wasn’t used to either, but wow it made my life so much easier! I kissed my way down to her clit, taking care to avoid the piercing. It felt so delicate, but she said I could go rough with it, and so I did. Boy did she like it HARD.
I’m normally on the receiving end, so I was surprised at how hard I could slap, but she still asked for more! Harder! More! The whimpers and moans she made. I couldn’t get them out of my head.
I used my fingers, my tongue, trying not to lose my momentum as she violently bucked her hips, her squeaks and moans getting louder and louder, and she pushed my head away as she came to a crashing climax.
“Women are so soft, so beautiful, and deserve to be treated with the utmost love,” she says, this girl that I was slapping the living shit out of, mere minutes ago.
She was so gentle with me, peppering soft, fluttery kisses all over my body, teasing everywhere but where I wanted it most, making me ache for her lips on my lips.
Suddenly, she stopped and pulled out a bag (“my essential, “on the prowl” sex bag!”). She dug around for something, and the rest was history. She finally ate my pussy, putting me out of my misery when I felt her lips and tongue there for the first time. Then I felt my soul leave my body as she used her Hitachi on me.
I don’t remember how many times we went at it, but the sun came up, and I eventually went home light headed and wobbly legged.
The title was clickbait. Kinda. We hooked up a few more times before she chucked me, but that was the beginning. She brought me on more of her adventures, and opened my eyes to a world of kink, nestled in this cosy metropolitan city.
Until she didn’t.
But that’s a story for another day.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vxrwzf/wham_bam_thank_you_maam_fucked_and_chucked_by_a
Incredibly hot!
So well written!