He Had To Taste Me [MF]

I was about two months out from a five year breakup, and man it was a doozy. He’d been my first kiss, first boyfriend, first everything, but things had gotten not good, then really bad.

And on top of all that we were barely fucking toward the end.

Suffice to say once I extracted myself from the relationship, I was a combination of horny and terrified. Terrified because at 23 I’d never been with anyone other than my ex beyond a peck on the lips from some of my girlfriends. And horny, because i had an intuition that there was a lot of great sex out there that i hadn’t had.

I did the whole mourning period, self-care, whatever thing for two months and by then I was practically foaming at the mouth. I had quite a bit of luck on tinder, which meant getting lots of matches and then being too scared or bored to actually do anything with them.

I know it doesn’t sound like much of a dry spell but when you factor in a five year dead bed relationship, it felt like my virginity was regrowing.

Anyway, around the time that I was fully prepared to give up on dating apps and become a man hated, I matched with one of my coffee shop regulars on tinder.

When I got the notification on Tinder, I mainly felt like an idiot for swiping on him.

I’d matched with another one of my regulars and all it had led to was awkward eye contact and once I actually walled into a wall after i gave him his cold brew.

But even though I felt silly, I was still flattered that we’d matched. I’d seen him around for a few years and he’d caught my eye after his then girlfriend had cornered me at a party to tell me how great he was.

He was 27 and maybe an inch taller than me, with a distinctive, delicate face and gorgeous, curly, shoulder length brown hair. And I always noticed he dressed very well.

To describe myself, I was 23 at the time. I’m 5’7″ and have kind of a slim, athletic build, with small boobs and pretty great ass (which you can see in my profile). My hair is shoulder length and I have indie girl bangs. Someone who looks like me is probably working at your local coffee shop this minute.

Anyway, the next time I saw Tinder Boy after we matched, it was just like I had expected. Awkward. But not horrible. I just gave him his espresso and didn’t even spill it on him.

As he was leaving, he stopped by the bar and said, “By the way, I’m coming to your poetry reading tonight.”

I’d been called in last minute to do a reading with some other local poets at a brewery. It was exciting but at that moment I was shitting bricks.

Oh cool. Yeah come to my poetry reading where I read my gross, body horror inspired breakup poetry. That’ll really get us close fast.

I said something unintelligable, and he smiled at me and left.

I prayed he wouldn’t actually show, but there he was that night, in the back row with one of my coworkers.

I did my bit, read my poetry, and sat back down with my other friends who had come to watch. I got a text from my coworker that just said, “want to get drinks with us at [insert local bar] after?”

I texted back a firm maybe.

After the show they had disappeared and I spent way too long waffling about whether to go meet up with Tinder Boy. My friend (who’d been kept up to date on my struggles) finally put his hands on my shoulder and said, “Go to the bar, suck his dick, and then tell me how big it is.” Which, okay.

All I said was, “I don’t think I move that fast.”

I pulled up to the bar and joined them. The bar was a little bit of a blur with how nervous I was, but we all chatted pretty easily.

At one point he left to go to the bathroom, and she leaned over and said, “Sooooo? What do you think of him?”

“We matched on Tinder.”

“Yeah, I know.” Which meant he had to have told her. Interesting.

He came back before we could say anything else. The bar announced last call.

“Damn, already? It’s only 11.”

Before I could second guess myself, I said, “My house is right down the road. I have some stuff for drinks there, if you guys want to come down.”

They looked at each other, nodded, and then we were on our way. My coworker called up some more of our friends who brought beer. It was a relaxed hang out. Tinder boy and I didn’t interact too much. He was quiet, and I was awkward, but we managed to generally be in the same conversation circle.

The only thing of note that happened was my friend was snooping in my drawers and pulled out my vibrator. We started comparing the strengths and weaknesses of different kinds. I couldn’t look at him, but I was hoping he could tell this was an in.

Abruptly, my friend announced she was tired and it was time to go home. Our other friends offered to take her home. Tinder Boy said his goodbyes and closed the door behind them, and just like that we were alone.

If this were a porn, a movie, or literally anything else, we would have fallen on top of each other at this point. But we both just started talking about random things in the corner of the living room, where there was literally no reason to stand. Commenting on the wine bottles and finding out that we’d both been homeschooled (shocker I know).

Finally it seemed like we’d come to the end of things to talk about, and the conversation lulled. It was now or never. I used the strength that my many cocktails had given me, and said, “I’d really like to kiss you. Can I?”

His face lit up, and he grinned with a mixture of pleasure and amusement. And without saying anything, he took my face in both of his hands and pulled me against him, our mouths finding each other, lips tense, our hands groping. Our tongues moved into each other’s mouths.

At this point, I was already riding a high. I’d done it. I’d kissed another boy for the first time. But it wasn’t done. We had backed against the arm of my couch, so I was sitting on it. Then he eased me backward so I was lying on my back, while he kneeled next to me kissing all over my face and chest.

His face gradually moved down toward my stomach. I was in a dress that he inched upward. Fuck. I was wearing shitty underwear. I cursed myself and my lack of foresight. But he rolled them down my legs and tossed them aside. I remembered another unfortunate fact.

“Wait, I’m on my period.”

“Oh,” he paused. “I’m okay if you’re okay with it.”

Duh. “Of course I am.”

He flashed me another one of those grins and said, “I just really want to taste you.” He started to kiss my inner thighs, teasing me and tickling me with light breaths. His fingers delicately traced the bottom of my stomach and I inhaled and moaned at the sensation.

My dress was still pulled up around my waist and every so often he reached a hand up and into my dress’s neckline to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples making me gasp.

Finally when i thought i would die from the teasing, he licked my entire slit making my stomach clench.

He ate pussy like his life depended on it. I kept my eyes closed for most of it, running my fingers through his hair, but when I did open my eyes, he was looking up at me.

A part of me was fully aware that we were in front of an open window, but it just made everything hotter.

I can’t cum from oral and after at least fifteen minutes, I told him, “If you’re tired you can stop. I can’t cum from head.”

“Do you still like it?”

“Yes,” I managed to get out as he ran his fingers over my clit.

“Then don’t worry.”

At one point when he came up to kiss me, I reached for his pants to return the favor, but his hand grabbed my wrist and held me back. “Tonight is about you.”

I could have cum from that alone. But then his hand moved up and wrapped around my throat, choking me gently as his tongue found my clit.

I’d never been dommed before, let alone while receiving head, and a thrill ran through my body. I felt myself entering a fugue state. That intensified when he sat up, looked me in the eyes, and spat on my stomach.

“Good girl. As soon as I heard your poetry, I had to taste you.”

Every system in my body shut down.

When he finally finished (after an hour? Who knows) and lay down beside me on the couch I was a trembly, giggly mess.

Still fully dressed, we snaked our arms and legs into each other and squeezed. A thrill ran through my whole body and we both snuggled into each other as we drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, he ate me out again.

As he was going down on me, I said, in my most casual voice, “We should do this again.”

He smiled at me and nodded.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yogh6o/he_had_to_taste_me_mf