English isn’t my first language, yada-yada, sorry this turned out so fucking long (really fucking long), yada-yada, sorry for formatting, yada-yada, please tell me how you liked in the comments and if I should continue, yada-yada.
It’s been a long summer. I broke up with my boyfriend right before it started and I try to keep myself busy at home. But I do feel lonely, especially on… those days. A couple of weeks before I’ll be going back to university I go out with my friends and to my surprise there I meet you. We haven’t talked in a year, since we graduated from school and moved out of our students flat, and we catch up. You’ll be moving to the city for university next month too. I tell you that I broke up with my boyfriend and something clicks, but nothing happens that night.
The next week we start chatting on Snapchat. You ask me how I am and tell me that I looked really good when we met the week before. I can sense where this is going but I don’t stop it. I deserve to have a little fun, don’t I? We keep chatting and you know that I know where you are headed and you stop to pussyfoot around: “You know, I always loved your breasts, whether you were wearing a push-up bra or none at all, whether you were wearing a tight tank top or a hoodie trying to hide them.” I giggle. My E cup boobs (which by the way is not as big as it sounds) are my proudest posessions. You know how to work me and I’m bold today. When you ask me to see them I send you a teasing picture of my cleavage. But you don’t want to play. “I want to see all of them.” you demand. I don’t know what it is but I obey, I WANT to obey. You demand different angles. I obey. You demand different positions. I obey. You tell me how much you want to fuck me but you don’t send me a dick pic. I ususally don’t care about dick pics but the fact that you won’t send one makes me want it. I ask you for it and you say that I won’t get one, you won’t give me what I want. I’m so wet for you, I can’t wait to see your cock. I work on myself thinking about it and I get off hard, multiple times.
But you don’t text again the next day. Or the day after. Or the week after. I try to start conversations but you just ignore me. I feel like you only used me to jerk it off and that thought makes my panties soaking wet whenever I think about it. I feel desperate and dirty and when you text me again I get naked as fast as I can. You want to see my cunt but I ask for a dick pic first. And I get… a picture of your hard dick in your shorts. That alone gets me dripping wet again and when you tell me again to send you a picture of my pussy you can see how wet I am, for you. You tell me you can’t wait to bury face and your cock in my pussy and I can’t contain myself. I stroke my clit and I cum thinking of your dick, even though I haven’t even seen it yet. I snap you a picture of my swollen clit telling you how hard I just came thinking about you and all you send back is a kissing emoji. And after that, nothing. I’m in despair.
A few more weeks go by and finally it’s time to go back to the city. It’s the first night in my flat when you text me asking to come over to your place. I’m up and packed to spend the night at your place in no time. Should I bring my plugs? I quarrel with myself but I decide not to pack them. I am not THAT desperate, right? I take two trams to your place and the whole 30 minutes I spend in public I fear that people around me can sensehow horny I am, that they can smell my already wet knickers. When I arrive at your flat I ring and you buzz me up. I take the elevator to the third floor and your door is open. After I enter I close it behind me and there you are, wearing nothing but shorts, a T-shirt and socks. You’re casual. We greet by kissing on the cheek and while you show me around your flat I scan your body. You’re not jacked, you’re not stick thin, you’re actually more on the chubby side. You haven’t shaved in a few days, you’re wearing two different socks. You didn’t dress up for me. This is nothing special to you. I’m starting to wonder if I imagined your sexual attraction to me, if I’m just like a horny teenager who crushes on someone for the first time when we reach your bedroom. We sit on the bed and make small-talk and we’re leaning into each other, closer and closer, and before I know it we’re making out.
My god, you’re a good kisser. It’s innocent at first but then you start pushing me down and laying on top of me. My hands are in your hair and on your back and your hands are on my butt and my boobs. But you decide I’m wearing to many clothes and you pull me up and my shirt off. We continue kissing and you reach behind me to open my bra. “Do it with one hand!” I giggle and you try. It takes you longer and you curse but you won’t let me have that win. After you finally get it off you only acknowledge my boobs for a few seconds, squeezing them and twisting my pierced nipples. You slide towards the foot of the bed and take my pants and panties down with you. As you stand up before the bed and pull them off my feet you gaze at my neatly trimmed pussy, my freshly waxed asshole and holy shit, when was the last time I was this shy and nervous about that? I want to hide under a pillow but you take off your shirt and shorts and I have to look. The first thing I notice is that your dick is bent to the left (from my point of view). It’s about average in lenght but slightly thicker than what I’m used to and you didn’t shave for me. It’s beautiful. And rock hard.
You kneel on the bed again and stroke my thighs, gently, teasing. You wander up and down, getting closer to my pussy with each up and I squirm because this is torture. Then suddenly your fingers find me. Testing how wet I am, but it only takes them a split second to get soaked. You push a finger inside of me and when it goes in easily you insert another. “Fuck!” I mutter because you find the right spot immediately. You smirk and I want to watch you when you lower your mouth to my clit but I have to close my eyes and throw my head back when you do because it feels too good. You move your tongue around my clit and your fingers are inside me and your other hand wanders up to my boobs to squeeze them and this is all too much. I moan and squirm and my breathing gets heavier and you can tell that I’m getting close to an orgasm. You grab my right boob tighter, to a point where it hurts, but the pain feels good. Your fingers are moving in and out of me faster and harder, rubbing on my G-spot firmer. But your tongue keeps the same pace. You know what you’re doing. I can feel the orgasm building inside of me, but not only in my abdomen. I can feel it in my legs, where you teased me, my arms and hands that are trying to grab ahold of the cushions, my head, which feels like its getting hotter, my chest and boobs, which tingle. I can’t hear myself moan anymore and I can’t control my movements anymore. I can only focus on your fingers moving in and out and your tongue doing its’ magic and your hand grabbing my boob. And then finally I cum. Hard. I don’t know how long it lasts but it feels like an eternity. I squirm and moan and your fingers are still inside me and your tongue is still rapidly licking my clit, but your movements are getting slower. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck.
When I have calmed down you’re almost not moving anymore and you pull out your fingers. You look up to me and smirk again. I’m still breathing heavily and I’m feeling exhausted but at the same time I’m hungry. For you. I pull you up to kiss you and you’re on top of me again, between my legs. We make out but this time it’s not innocent and we both want to feel each other. My hands are all over you and your hands are all over me, my boobs, my hair, my butt, my waist. “I need you” I whisper in your ear and it looks like that’s all you needed to hear. You raise your hips and I reach down to grab your hard cock and guide it inside me. I’m so wet that there should be no problem for it to go inside, but you’re – AGAIN – teasing me. You stop at the entrance, give me another kiss and then look me in the eyes as you slowly enter. You watch my face as throw my head back and moan. Once you’re fully inside you stop again and start kissing my neck, licking it, sucking on it. I can’t wait for you to start moving and I yell “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” and you do. You start moving, pumping in and out and then… but then… then you cum. No warning, too soon. I hear you moan and curse and I can feel your dick pulsing inside of me and shooting its’ load and I love it, but… it was too soon. Way too soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f1h7fp/fm_you_call_i_crawl
Idk if that was a Story or a roleplay scenario but it was sexy!