I’ve been a little reckless of late in my search to replace my long-term kinky play partner. She was/is amazing and due to adulting/life, we can’t play regularly anymore.
I’ve been in the lifestyle for about 15 years now so I have some search parameters I try to follow when looking… one is age limits in relations to where I am in my kink journey. The rule is simple no one younger than 26 (no matter how experienced they are) and no one older than 46 (if they are just getting started). This is VERY subjective and exceptions have been made but I try very hard to stick to this. I won’t bore you with the reasoning but if you really want to know, shoot me a message.
This brings us to Tayler, she was one of those Tinder profiles that snuck in outside of my search criteria but she said the right things in her bio so I instinctively swiped not thinking anything of it. Fast forward couple days and I get a match message and her introducing herself.
She’s 20, 5’1, blonde hair, blue eyes, thick ass and massive tits. She has couple catfish photos as per usual but I never fault anyone for that– it’s the game. She describes herself as a s/ leaning pain slut with interests in the slave headspace. Not my typical dynamic to say the least. I usually play with busy, independent, accomplished women who want to turn their brains off during a session and leave adulting at the door.
We swap snaps, the usual sexting and unfiltered convo follows and this leads to a coffee meet the next morning. I see these massive DDs walking my way, white tank and no bra… they def looked better than they did on snap but whatever.
Naturally she’s shy and we can factor in her age… the conversation is very slow and sometimes feels like pulling teeth. I hand her my phone to watch a video of me shooting ropes of cum and I watch as her shoulders relax a bit, her mouth parts a little and she gets a big smirk. She confesses that she doesn’t know if she is a cumslut or has a major breeding kink… we talk it through and she’s 100% a cumslut.
This coffee meets are a way to gauge vibe and fit– I’m always honest as I don’t want to waste anyone’s time. Towards the end I tell her that while I think she’s an awesome kinkster, I don’t think we’d be a good fit for a play session. Her face is emotionless so I double down and say that we won’t see each other again after this meet but if she wants to get groped in public and maybe covered in cum we should walk around the shopping area.
Eyes widen a bit and she nods her head. We get up and I lead her around the corner to walk where deliveries are made. She is walking too fast so I grab her by hair and yank her back– she fucking loves it. Soft little moan and a “fuck” escape her lips. We start making out as I have one hand around her throat and the other pulling her tank down to expose of those massive milky white breasts. As soon as I give her a little grab, a pinch… half her chest is red.
I stop and stare into her eyes and give her a safe word, I ask her to make one request. She wants a good slap across her face… the kind that is going to make her eyes water and her pussy soaking wet. I oblige of course and that one echoed… I see my handprint across her puffy cheeks.
This goes on for a little while longer and as I lead her back to where we started… she is a fucking mess. Face… red, neck… red, chest… red. I walk her back to her car and after she’s seated and buckled in I stand by the driver side as she’s face to crotch with my bulge. She’s rubbing it and asking to lick the tip but I decline. No need to take it that far if I’m not going to play long-term with her.
I do, however, tell her she can take a load home since she was such a good sport. She’s a little confused so I take my cock out and put my shaft down her cleavage and soon as I make contact with her skin my balls are just emptying every drop in there. I legit felt my knee get weak at one point. The front of the tank looks like she just had a workout and she’s drenched. As I’m pulling out her lips make contact with my tip and I let her clean the last few drops before sending her on her way.
I have a system in place to screen, meet in public and potentially play. Even in these situations where there is no future– it can be fun to go our separate ways.
I made a similar exception with a 52 year old that I’ll write about some day.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/w8123j/she_20f_was_the_exception_to_my_36m_age_rule