How not to meet girls on reddit [42M/22F]

When I was a horny teenager, porn, like all other media, came in hard copy only. These magazines floated around and were sold by seedier liquor stores, but like alcohol they weren’t supposed to be available to teenagers. So there’d be mags passed around from friend to friend, but somone’s mom would eventually find and confiscate it. There was even a concrete block wall near one of the seedy stores where homeless folks kept a little porn library jammed into a hole in a concrete block. Occasionally if Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler or Oui wasn’t available, I’d make do with a copy of Penthouse Letters – a little booklet, essentially /r/gonewildstories in magazine form. And a lot of the letters started with the phrase, “I never thought these letters were true..”

I have a normal reddit account for normal stuff, and I read /r/personalfinance sometimes. Last year – summertime – a girl posted about needing money for rent and not having it and short of spreading her legs for the money, not knowing what to do. I noticed that her location was about 100 miles from me and, half-jokingly, I shot her a PM:

“If you’re actually thinking about spreading your legs for rent money, send me a pic or two and let me know. I’m in [my town], can travel, have cash; if you’re cute and willing, we might be able to work something out. I’m 42, white, decent looking, clean, and I like the idea of helping out a girl in distress.”

Mildly creepy, right? Just my speed.

She sent back: “No joke, I would, absolutely, be willing. I’m so scared of getting evicted. Text me back and I’ll send pictures. xxx-xxx-xxxx”

The pictures were cute. She was 22, blonde, gonewildcurvy material, nice full round tits. In one pic she was staring up at her phone wide-eyed with her lips parted. Totally cute. I thought “I can work with that.” I didn’t want to make a whore out of her so I came up with a different arrangement: I’d loan her the money for her rent, in return she’d write me 3 undated checks that added up to the amount I’d lent her. We’d get together once a month or so. Any month she didn’t want to fuck, I’d cash a check; when the third check was cashed, our deal is over, everyone goes away happy, no harm done.

Couple days later, we met at her favorite sushi restaurant. She seemed distracted, turns out she’d just gotten high because she was so nervous. Few bites of fish, couple beers and we went to a mid-range business hotel. She was nervous, shy, made me turn the lights down. I got her clothes off – her tits were too big to hold with one hand, big light pink areolae, tiny nipples – and told her “I want you on your back.” She lay down and spread her soft thighs, raising her knees up, and I climbed between, on top of her.

She was as wet and hot as I’ve ever felt. I touched her with my bare tip – “Thanks for checking, yes I’m on birth control,” she said sarcastically – but then, when I drove into her she cried out, her eyes opened wide, staring into mine and she clutched my back. I hadn’t had any for a few months and she was built solid so I didn’t hold back, giving her my full length and girth with long, fast, hard thrusts. Within a minute she was cumming, her walls tightening and spasming around my firm rod, but I didn’t care; I wasn’t ready yet and I was enjoying watching this young girl under me as her eyes rolled up. She was supposed to be fucking me out of obligation – duty – to get her rent money – but now driven by wild animal passion her cries filled the room. As she came a second time, I let my full weight down on her, still pumping, and lowered my head to her massive tit, flicking and sucking until the nipple stiffened and another orgasm rippled through her belly. Her pussy was tight and I could feel it stretching each time I drove to full depth, bottoming out and tapping her cervix, so finally I quit holding back and just took what I wanted, pumping a seemingly endless load deep up into her moist hole.

I rolled off, panting, and we rested for a moment. She put her head on my shoulder and said in a little baby girl voice, “Tell me I’m all yours,” which was a little weird, but it’s all good. We fucked again 6 times that night and she said it again after, every time. I had trouble sleeping because she was a big girl and kept laying on my chest; eventually I rolled over and got a few hours fitful sleep. Dropped her off the next morning, traded cash for checks, made a tentative date for next month.

She did not get evicted. We did this again a couple more times – once a month, that was the arrangement – before she notified me she was engaged to be married to her boyfriend. Whatever. I asked if there was enough money in the bank account to cash the checks, no, of course not. I never really figured I would see the money again, so that was OK. I told her I tore up the checks but I really kept them as souvenirs.

Few months ago she texted me; she had called off the wedding, she was living way out in the boonies on a couple acres. Oh really? Would she be interested in – of course she would. And so we’ve been fucking once a month or so since then. She’s a lot more emotionally stable now, has lost 60 lbs – sexy – and is generally a lot of fun to be with.

I discovered she loves long blowjobs – she practices deepthroating me for a half hour at a time, which is impressive because I’m big, and it’s fantastic because it’s something a lot of girls aren’t willing to try with my equipment – and I like talking to her while her mouth is full, she’s a sarcastic, chatty Cathy and at least I can get a few words in when she’s otherwise occupied. No money exchanged, no talk about anything beyond FWB, I don’t ask about her boyfriend, I buy her a new bra every so often, everyone’s happy.

So yeah. Not exactly how I’d advise meeting a girl on reddit, but you know, just in case you never thought these stories were true..

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4h5yyn/how_not_to_meet_girls_on_reddit_42m22f