[MF] My own little Advent Calendar Adventure (25F)

I was getting out of a relationship with little to no sex. Will spare you the details, but it sucked. One day, I will write an entire story about it, but to keep things short, let’s just say that we often spent weeks without any sex and even without any affection or touching. I tried everything I could, but somehow, a naked woman in bed with him rubbing her breasts on his back wasn’t enough. He plain and simply ignore me, or even moved away.

I was used to having sex several times a week, if not several times a day. I was used to, when I was single, multiple partners in a single week and, sometimes, in a day. This relationship was a brutal shock for me. But I really wanted to have a boyfriend and do “boyfriend and girlfriend” stuff, I somehow convinced myself it was worth it, so I sucked it up, and stuck up with the relationship for way longer than I should have.

Finally, in late November, I couldn’t take it anymore. It was a guy at the gym actually, someone I had known since I had started training and, well, sex-starved as I was, I guess I couldn’t resist anymore. He was tall, he was handsome, he was nice – you know how sometimes guys see a girl and just find her hot? This is how I felt towards him and no matter how often I tried to avoid thinking about him, I’d get insta-wet every time I saw him at the gym. The rare times my boyfriend showed any affection, I started thinking about him to get myself in the mood. Yeah, you got it.

I broke things off with my now ex-boyfriend later that evening and was in the gym guy’s bed all night long, and it was good. Unfortunately (for me), he had to leave for work for the entire month of December. I had the impression he wasn’t particularly looking for a relationship neither, nor that I was ready to get into one right away anyway, so I didn’t mind being that girl he pushed down on the kitchen table to fuck. As long as he, you know, would do it again when he came back.

This plan, however, would leave me alone for an entire month with really no guy that was a) single b) attractive and c) close enough to me for us to have sex. The last week of November was particularly brutal as things get cold around here and I badly needed someone to warm me up. Not even counting the fact I was stupidly horny all the time thinking about what that man had done to me. This dude took what he wanted.

I logged back on my Tinder account, unused for months, and almost immediately, I had an idea. To be entirely honest, the idea came specifically from this very subreddit, [/r/stupidslutsclub](https://www.reddit.com/r/stupidslutsclub). Four years ago, I had found a thread about a girl “fucking a different guy from Tinder every day of the month” and damn, this story got me stupid horny, and even four years later, I couldn’t get the idea out of my mind.

A different guy. Every day. Even sluttier, a stranger. From Tinder. Like a complete slut. A complete Tinder slut!

As soon as I remembered this post, which was amazingly arousing, I couldn’t get the idea out of my mind. Even worse, I couldn’t find anyone available that night, so I went to bed horny and obsessed with the idea. After I woke up, I started thinking about how Christmas was coming and how December was just a few weeks from now. Specifically, I kept thinking about those advent calendars I would get as a kid: every day, a new surprise.

That’s it! That was what I was going to do! I was going to schedule a different man, every day of December, until Christmas. Even better yet, I was 25, so 25 guys for my 25 years on this planet, one for each year I had been alive. Or something like that, it sounded better in my head. And after being with the same guy for so long (and with so little sex!) I had some work to do.

I tried to make my Tinder profile subtly slutty. I had had success in the past with being just a bit slutty, but not enough to look wrong or, worse, suspicious. Basically, I had pretty normal pictures, not even that sexy, but I made it very clear early in my profile that I was “coming out of a long term relationship, hoping to meet new people and, why not, have a hookup.” Soon, the messages flooded and I made an effort to answer every single one of them that wasn’t pure junk/dangerous. Even the one from guys I considered “meh.”

25 different guys in 25 different days. That was my goal.

Trust me, it was way harder to achieve than I thought. From experience, men would cancel, have second thoughts or just walk away during the date and have to go. I really wanted to have that “one guy a day for 25 days” however, so I had a few substitutes, basically guys I could message at any time for meeting. Desperate guys mostly, definitely not as good looking and sometimes overweight, but hey, I had actually probably gotten my best sex from a guy who was a bit chubby anyway. But I had a good idea how to prevent or at least limit it. In fact, out of the 25 men, 22 would end up, well, ahem, performing, and I managed to find subsitutes for the 3 that just ghosted/disappeared.

We would always meet at a public place. Bar, café, even a park. As soon as I was satisfied they were safe, I would go straight for the, well, objective. His place, my place, even had a guy on vacations and fucked in his hotel. To make things a bit easier, I made it clear in the conversation, even before meeting, that I was really into a hookup, as some guys would, well, try to play gentlemen and “no sex on the first date” and all that. In other words, I made it clear I wasn’t looking for a relationship.

The whole project took a lot of planning. Tell a guy I could only go on a date Wednesday this week, telling the other I could only meet on Thursday, etc. I would say things didn’t work with around 75% of the guys I chatted with: they wouldn’t be available, they would hesitate and cancel, they would suddenly act offended for some reason or ghost me, etc. In order to get those 25 men, I had to chat to well over 200 of them and it’s a project that took me forever.

I made a small calendar on my wall in my office (yes, am quirky like that) and put photos of men I was supposed to have sex with. I would cross them as I had sex with them.

The first week, all men showed up and I slept with all of them. The very first man was probably the easiest of the group and looking back at it, I should have kept him as a substitute because it just went straight to sex within minutes. No hesitation with this guy: we met at a café, we shook hands, and he invited me to his place. When I said I wanted to talk, he acted surprised, and said: “What do you want to talk about?” and “I thought you wanted a hookup?” Yeah. Yeah, I did. Fifteen minutes later, he was in me. Came on my face too.

Second day was quite boring. By the way, you know how sometimes advent calendars have good stuff in it and bad stuff? Like some days are just amazing and others are just terrible? This was exactly the way it was for my own little slutty advent calendars. I kept notes on every guy I fucked.

Second day, the guy was just so bland. Worked. In an office. Fourty hours a week. Liked to play on the computer. Liked beer. That’s it, I summed up his personality. But I wasn’t in for his personality. After a drink together, I asked him if his place was nearby. He had me bend over and take it from behind, then came on my back.

You know, I started rereading my notes as I was writing this and I started thinking there was no way I would be able to write about all 25 men, but… I don’t know, let’s see. Let’s see how far I can go at least. Guy #3, on a Thursday, is the guy I have the least notes about and to be honest, I don’t even remember him all that well. My only notes on him were: “really loved blowjob. Almost didn’t fuck me. First close call.”

Guy #4 was also forgettable. His place, vanilla sex, hugging, leaving. Guy #5 and #6 – this was back at the start of the calendar so I didn’t keep as many notes – were also pretty average. Their place, they do their business, I leave.

At this point, I started to have serious doubts about my little project. I started thinking about calling it quit just because the sex was a bit overwhelming, guys were boring and frankly, it seemed as if the only thing they wanted was to drain their balls in me. I didn’t get an orgasm on any of the last three, not even close. Best so far? Shame to say, but guy #1, at least it had been short!

Really, maybe that idea was terrible. My libido had dropped since I started my project, so I thought about just cancelling everything and deleting my Tinder account.

Guy #7, however, would change that, and convinced me to continue. He was in BDSM, which I was a little versed into at the time, but not really. His fetish was tying girls up. I didn’t want to, at first, as I didn’t know him at all. But when he showed me his handcuffs could easily be undone, I accepted. He tied me to his bed post, spread open, and teased me with a vibrator until I was about to come. He called me naughty and a slut, “you’re just a worthless little slut who fucks random women on Tinder,” and said I had to be punished. He spanked me with a vibrator in my cunt and I came right there. Then he fucked me, hands tied behind my back and gagged, and I came again. Then, as we finished, he said it was amazing, and that next time, we would do more. What do you mean, more?

I kept his number. In 18 days, I would definitely write to him and schedule another, well, session.

Guy #8 was a no-nonsense type of guy. Direct. Looked at me and said I was beautiful, complimented me all the time. Asked if I was real, said how lucky he was and how he was going to fuck my brains out and make me cum on his bed. He did, both. Finally, things were looking up.

Guy #9 was the first not to show up. Substitute performed adequalely. I literally wrote that.

Guy #10 was a bit more indecisive after the whole hookup thing, up to a point where I almost rejected him because he wasn’t sure. He was the only one who could that day, though, so we met at a bar, and a few beers in, he confessed he had a girlfriend. Ugh. UGH UGH UGH! I began to look for substitute number 2, even texting him while I was going to the bathroom. Once I came out, however, he was a different man. Didn’t mention his girlfriend at all. Turned sexual, saying he couldn’t wait to caress my breasts, etc. Brought him back to my place and let him take me. Had fun.

Guy #11 was a bit different: we ended up running together, a quick 5k or so. Ended up at his place, I undressed to shower as he prepared me a smoothie, and pretty much didn’t put my clothes back on until I left his place. I actually had sex in my running bra because he found it sexy!

Guy #12 was a guy on vacations, badly wanting to fuck a girl, a white girl specifically. I obliged. #13, I know, bad number, we actually had sex in his car. #14 didn’t show, ignored my text, so it went to substitute #2, who actually drove to my place as soon as I told him the address. He arrived even faster than speed limits would have let him. We had been talking for a while, so I felt okay inviting him. He was actually a good lover, but very calm and passive. I had to work hard to get him, but I eventually did.

#15 is actually technically a substitute, but not really: he started chatting on Tinder the very morning I was supposed to meet the real #15, and he was just too good-looking, way better than my real #15. I push #15 to number #16 as I didn’t want to disappoint anyone and wanted one guy per day and no more, no less. #15 was totally worth it. Aggressive, dominant, I told him about my BDSM kinks and he used my pillowcases to restrain my wrists behind my back, I felt so hopeless. #16 was just desperate to fuck, I think, and just way too nice. Would have said anything to get in bed with me, I think he thought I was way above his level. Yeah, I was pretty, and he seemed so happy to have sex. When he began talking about a relationship and all that, I told him I was just about hookups, and left.

The real guy #16 just never confirmed the meeting the day before, so we just stopped talking. Guy #17 was also a no show, but instead of taking the last substitute I had planned, I decided to just “go for it” and message random man, horny, on Tinder. Bad idea. Tons of dick pics. Tons of weirdos.

Eventually found someone who was looking to eat out with a girl. I obliged, he insisted he wanted to pay for me. I said it was okay, and that I would feel obligated to have sex with him if he paid. He said “that’s the plan” with such charisma I felt weak at he knees. He had a house and said he fucked me in the same bed he used to fuck his wife. Didn’t last long, but was incredibly hot.

Guy #18 actually caused me a fair bit of… let’s not call it trouble, let’s call it “surprise. Think of a guy who is, like, model-level of beauty. Perfect facial hair, perfect chest, and a look that just kills. 10/10 guy that could model for Tommy Hilfiger, in fact, he probably modeled for some company.

The thing is, it was just … weird. When I showed up, there was another girl there, about… About 20 years older than him. I was confused, but unfortunately, also out of substitutes. I couldn’t risk it so close to the goal.

Our discussion, man, it felt like… Like an interview? I didn’t know what was going on, the woman was asking me questions, about my childhood, where I grew up, if I had animals… After like ten minutes, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I went to the bathroom.

This guy was waiting for me at the exit of it. Then, it was just… weird. He apologized for everything and said she actually got to decide who he has sex with (????). I asked him if that was his mother, he said no, and that this was his mistress (????????).

I couldn’t take it anymore so I left. Didn’t care how pretty he looked

Exhausted by this bad date, I tried #16 and by a random stroke of luck, he was available that night. Invited me to his place, we watched a movie, smoked weed (which turns me extra slutty) and I rode him until he came, then he ate me and fucked me on top until I came. Pretty fun night after all! One thing I haven’t mentioned is that I did rate every guy I had sex with (the first few from memories, I put generous 4/10, which was the lowest I would give a guy, as long as he could get an erection), and this guy was a solid 8.

Guy #19 was a solid 0. Not going to expand on this, but if you read the preceding paragraph… Yeah.

I found another guy on Tinder and I must have looked quite desperate, really. I was so close to my goal. I was lucky to meet a guy who was in town and wanted company. About mid thirties, handsome, with tons of money. Invited me to one of those super pricy bars with drinks starting at $30, a speakeasy place. Fucked his brains out in the hotels. I wrote “7.”

Guy #20 was the moment I almost stopped my projects and had I not been so close to my goal, I certainly would have. The start went “okay,” until we got to his place. His house.

Simply said, he had tons of kids running around!!!!! I wasn’t even sure if those were his kids or his ex’s kids or I don’t know, it was complicated, but there were kids running around everywhere, loudly, and I was supposed to just go in his room and have sex. Even worse, his room’s door didn’t lock.

I really should have walked away, but it was late, and I only had 6 guys left with him. This was another 4. I rushed and finished him, which was particularly hard because a baby started to cry as I was close myself. That killed the mood for me and we barely finished, then I rushed the fuck out of there.

Every guy from this point onwards was amazing. Guy #21 was actually the only “candidate” available for that, being so close to Christmas and on a Monday. I was expecting another meh sex, but this guy had extreme endurance, and it was the first time in my entire little Advent Calendar I spent the entire night at his place. To keep in line with my project, I did not have sex with him in the morning, as I was limited to one guy a day, much like Advent calendars limit you to one toy/chocolate a day. This is the only negative part of the situation as he got quite angry and started sulking; taking the entire thing from a 8.5 to a 7.5

Guy #22 was the guy I had chatted the most with. Not the best-looking guy, but… You could tell this guy was experimented. Was really into fucking a lot of girls. He… He just had it with girls, I don’t know how to say it. He knew how to turn me on, he knew how to attract me, even on Tinder. Big dick, knew how to use it, pinned me against a cushio and fucked me until I came. Then had me suck him clean before I was “allowed” to leave.

Guy #23 was the second perfect 10 I got from this little adventure, so much in fact that we began a semi-relationship afterwards. He was so dominant and kinky he made guy #7 look like a saint in comparison. He had no problems opening me up about sex and when I told him I was into domination and being submissive, he simply asked me how far I would go. “What’s the furthest you’ve gone?” I told him I was really into restraints, spanking, that kind of thing, but really restraints. He asked me if I was into rape fantasies and I just stood silent. Back in the day, it wasn’t like it was today, so this was a little bit more taboo. “How would you feel about a man wanting you so bad he would overpower you and take you by force?” I confessed that I would absolutely love it.

“Safeword is going to be… Santa Claus.” I will always remember that funny choice of word. And then without a word, he stood up, grabbed my shoulder and walked me to his car like a parent would walk a kid who misbehaved. Put me inside, then drove to his place, and repeated the same ritual until his place.

He got out a whip, and said that until he was bored with me, I would be his sex slave. He said for every time I even hesitated to follow his command, he would whip me, and the whipping would increase by one every time.

He ordered me to strip. I giggled, surprised. He whipped my ass over my clothes. It didn’t really hurt as the cloth absorbed most of it, but I could tell it wouldn’t be pleasant if I were naked.

“Use the safeword if you don’t feel like it,” he said, breaking out of character for the last time. I shook my hand. “Strip, you fucking slut.” I started. “Faster,” and he whipped my back, hard enough to leave a mark. Not super painful, but you would definitely feel it. God it turned me on.

“I hate little sluts like you who think they can do whatever the fuck they want. FASTER!”

Whipped me again, twice and I removed everything I had as fast as I could. “Nipple clamps,” he said, pointing to two metallic objects. I obeyed, but apparently not fast enough. My ass got it this time. I started to expect the hits, and the third definitely hurt the most.”Bend over.” I did immediately. “Good, you’re starting to learn. I was starting to believe I would need to get the stick out.”

I saw him get some lubricant and a dildo. He shoved it in my ass, slowly working its way inside, then ordered me to follow him. He brought me to his room and I noticed some kind of strap on the ceiling. He tied my hands together and tied them to the ceiling, then pulled until I was almost on my toes. Then, he gagged and blindfolded me. “Last chance,” he said, but I did not use any safeword, instead just nodding. I was so damn horny.

He took some kind of medium-sized, metallic ball. Steel. He ordered me to spread my legs, until I was on my toes, then started rubbing my clit with it, eventually helping it make its way deep inside me. He ordered me “tense my muscles” to hold it in place. I was scared, but in such a good way, you know?

Then, he told me to keep my muscles contracted and “hold the ball inside it with them.” Then he turned on the dildo in my ass which apparently vibrated, turned off the light, and left closing the light.

The dildo vibrated and it would make the ball run, well, my insides. It felt amazing, like getting fucked. I kept my pelvic muscles tight to hold the ball there. Here’s the problem though: the more the vibrator vibrated, the wetter I got. The harder it was to hold the ball in. Also, my pelvic muscles were getting tired and once the ball dropped a little, it wasn’t going higher.

This is where I learned that if you contract your pelvic muscle, every sensation in you is amplified. Within a minute, his little gadget had almost brought me to orgasm. The vibrator in my ass made the ball rub just the right place, and as the ball dropped, well, the entrance to the vaginal canal is way more sensitive and has way more nerves, so… I let my muscle relax one second and the ball dropped a bit, then a bit more. Every time it dropped, the sensation was bigger. I started to orgasm, panting and moaning under my ball gag, then I just couldnt hold it anymore, I came, and the ball fell to the ground.

Immediately, as I came, he rushed in, banging the door open, turned the light on suddenly. Four whips on my ass. I let out whelps in pain, orgasming at the same time, my body completely confused, and it was one of the most amazing orgasms I had ever had, coming while I was getting whipped, god it was good! The pain made it so… So…

“You fucking slut dropped my ball,” he said, his whipping done and my orgasm starting to fade. “SPREAD UP!” he ordered and I obeyed. Ball went straight inside my now extra loose cunt. I should say, the ball had some kind of wire laying outside of me. “Hold it this time.”

It was a bit easier now that I had came. I was super wet, but I found it easier to hold it as the vibrator was less effective now that I had orgasmed. I thought it would be easy, but after five minutes, well, I guess I was ready for another orgasm.

I did my best to hold it, but started to feel it dropped. I was super scared of the whipping I would get. Finally, as I was about to give up, he entered the room, removed everything, and carried me to his bed. Tied me really well with rope, spread out, and said I had “earned it and he was proud of me” as he entered me. “Did you like my balls?” he said as he fucked me.

“Balls?”

“Second one was a bit smaller, yeah. You must have had more problems keeping it in.”

“It was about to fall.”

“I wish it had. I wound have spanked your breasts, I think.”

“Ouch!”

“Aren’t you happy you held them? You know, you’re tied up tight here on my bed. I bet I could get any guy in there and you would have no choice to let them fuck you.” That was just too much and I came as he pushed harder in me. As I said, 10/10. Two amazingly solid orgasms and amazing sex. This guy was a pro with rope, I couldn’t even budge an inch. I was forced to take everything he gave to me whether I liked it or not.

There was no way guy #24 could compare to this. He was a divorced dad I felt bad too with nothing to do on Christmas Eve, his ex having full custody. I felt so bad for him I almost invited him to our Christmas dinner at my family’s. Still fucked him in his car on top of him. My own little Christmas gift to him.

Last guy, guy #25, we had planned to spend Christmas together. He actually had went as far as getting me a gift, some silver necklace I still have today! This was the perfect excuse for me to jump on him to fuck him to “thank him.” Truth be told, at 25, I was dead exhausted, not exactly sick of sex, but I badly needed a break. Some time to rest for myself. I then told him I needed to catch some sleep and kissed him goodbye early, at something like 7PM.

I looked at my advent calendar, and I was proud. I remember thinking how slutty I felt and how I had really fucked 25 different guys I had never met in 25 days. And I absolutely loved every moment of it.

I also remember thinking “wow, I did it, but now, I am done for sex for a while.”

The next day I was contacting guy #23.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e5weac/mf_my_own_little_advent_calendar_adventure_25f