Kind of part 2 to this : https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/y6s8sb/drunk_and_horny_fm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
As I mentioned in that ^ post, I ended up meeting up with K eventually. I had felt really bad about blowing him off, and he was actually trying to pursue something with me versus whatever had happened with A was purely physical.. so I ended up going over to K’s house one day, and to spare myself the torture of reliving that experience, it was just… really really bad. Things happened, time passed, and we ended up deciding we’d be better off as friends.
I couldn’t stop thinking about A. But I really didn’t know if I’d ever really see him again. I honestly barely knew the guy. We hooked up twice but it’s not like we were friends or anything before that. He really was just someone I thought I’d fuck because he was hot and I was horny. And the second time almost felt like it was an accident. But there I was, just getting wet every time I thought back at that drunken night in his bed.. constantly fantasizing about him.
One night, I’m in his town again. I was hanging out with some girlfriends when I get a text.. Truthfully, I wondered if he had some kind of sixth sense or something. We texted back and forth for a bit before I let him know I happened to be in town again. He invited me over. But I had already made sleeping arrangements with one of my girlfriends. He said I could spend the night with him again. One thing about me, I don’t do sleepovers.. but honestly, this man made me hornier than I ever knew was even possible. For someone as sexual as I am, that’s saying a LOT. So I said, what the hell 🤷🏻♀️
He was almost more handsome than I remembered him being the last time; tall, dark haired, blue eyed, dimpled with a killer smile. The kind that makes you think he’s a character in a movie, you know? Like there’s actually a twinkle in his eye and a sparkle in his teeth. The kind that makes you wonder if this guy’s even real.. And those lips were just so inviting, intoxicating. That deep husky voice of his made me feel like I was in a trance every time he spoke. I’d really never felt so hypnotized by someone. Yet there he was, opening the front door, inviting me in for another sleepover.
As soon as I set my stuff down, he had one hand on the small of my back and the other around my neck, kissing me deeply. I felt like my chest was on fire. I’d been lusting for him so badly since we last saw each other and it just made me feel even hungrier for him than the last time. He walked me over to the couch, still kissing me, laid me on my back, started kissing my neck. I was in ecstasy.
We ended up watching a movie together and talking a bunch.. he was actually really easy to talk to, funny.. but it’s like the more I became attracted to him mentally, the hungrier I got for him physically. I wanted him to unleash on me. But I figured I’d be patient.. but I could still tease right? I remember pulling down the straps of my dress, exposing that I wasn’t wearing a bra. I did this while he wasn’t looking. So when he looked over at me, something about the look on his face when his eyes fell to my DD breasts made me feel like I could cum instantly if he touched me in that moment. He swallowed hard. And just said “Fuck.”
One thing I learned to love about spending time with him, is that every time he saw me naked, it felt like the first time. Every time I put my mouth on his dick, it felt like the first time. And I really enjoyed sucking his dick.. something about a man who’s vocal about how much he’s enjoying your mouth on him, the moaning, the grunting, the “oh fuckkkk”s.. I loved feeling him shaking, trembling underneath my touch. It was just another indication of how much he was enjoying it. And lord knows how much I was enjoying it.
I remember being sooo into having his dick in my mouth. Even near my mouth. I’d never wanted a dick so badly. I’d lick it up and down, gag on it, spit on it, stroke it while I’d lick his balls.. I’d slurp on it, drag it all over my face while looking up at him.. all the while he’d tell me how fucking good it felt. I’d suck on his balls, lick his gooch, just burying my face into him as deep as I could. Enough was just never enough with him. I felt like I could’ve just spent hours worshipping his cock and it would’ve never been enough. I just wanted it that badly.
Once we get into his bedroom though, it’s like this switch goes off. He goes from being this sweet, laid back guy, to being this absolute dominant beast. This guy just knows how to touch my body. He makes me feel so sexy, so wanted. But he also seems to love how much I want my hands on him. We both tried some new things that night. Not really sure what came over us but I was letting him do things I’d never done with anyone else and he was letting me do things he never even thought about doing. And we were just really enjoying it.
He’s a lot taller than I am, maybe a good 11 or so inches. And he’s pretty fit, so he’d just toss me around, slam me down, I felt like I was being used, and my god I loved every second of it. The MOUTH on this guy is incredible. And the dirty talk. The things he says to me just makes it all so much sexier.. He’d wrap a hand around my throat while I was on my stomach, as he’s fucking me pronebone, and he’d put his mouth to my ear and tell me “you’re like my own personal little pornstar” and things like “you like that you dirty bitch” when he’d fuck me harddd. It made me melt.
Then he’d get up and pull my arms back and use my wrists like handles as he’d fuck me what felt like as hard as he could. I’d imagine his neighbors hated us. I thought I was loud before but he’d make me scream until my voice went hoarse.. he’d throw me down, flip me around, hang my head off the edge of the bed and fuck my mouth.. spit on me, all while fingering and slapping my pussy. I felt like his play thing..
He’d lay on his back and I’d get on him and ride him like my life depended on it.. he’d choke me, slap my tits, spank me and tell me to “ride that fucking dick” until I was convulsing for what felt like the 17th time that night. Personally, I don’t know how on earth he lasted as long as he did because if I’m remembering correctly, we were going until like 5 am. And it was honestly incredible.. every fucking minute of it..
After I finally tapped out, he covered me in oil and gave me a massage. I didn’t even ask for it. I ended up learning that he just loved touching me. I was honestly in heaven. I felt spoiled. After that, he went and got the shower ready for us. We showered and crawled into bed. And it honestly just felt like the beginning of something awesome.. it’s no wonder my anal virginity didn’t last very long around him. Should I tell that story next?
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