I fucked a stranger during lockdown [FM], and it was the start of a slippery slope.

My libido had been running insanely high during lockdown, and I was getting stupidly turned on by practically every guy I was so much as passing in the street. During one of my once daily exercise outings I’d found myself chatting to a guy and, much to my surprise, offering him a spontaneous blowjob.

In fewer than five minutes, I’d swallowed his load and was on my way home. He’d offered me his number, but I knew i wasn’t going to use it. Not because I hadn’t enjoyed the encounter, indeed quite the opposite. It had been a thrill. The most invigorating thrill I’d had since my university days. I felt scandalous and rebellious. And, to not put too fine a point on it, horny as fuck.

I got home and, with the taste of him still strong in my mouth, masturbated. Twice. It felt incredible. I was charged and tingly. And guilty. But if anything that only added to it.

Hours later though, the guilt was weighing heavier. I’d not seen friends and family for weeks due to social distancing rules, but here had happily wrapped my lips around a stranger without a second thought. It had been fun, but I decided there and then that it would never happen again.

The next day I make an effort to walk a different route. Every single guy I pass I imagine jumping, and my brain is constantly taking note of all the quiet spots, corners, banks and bushes where I could grab the nearest guy and sneak off for some fun.

But I resisted. It wasn’t going to happen again. The masturbation that night was angry and furious.

Two days later. I’m now confident I’ve long buried the urge again. I’ll still mentally fuck every guy I see, but the worry I’ll not be able to control myself has abated.

Ten minutes in to that day’s walk and I’ve spotted an insanely cute guy.

Fifteen minutes in and I’ve altered my route so I’m walking the same way as him.

Sixteen minutes in and I’m making conversation with him,

Eighteen minutes in and I’m flirting like fuck.

Twenty three minutes in and I hear myself asking if he’d ever consider something as stupid as breaking quarantine for a quickie.

Next thing I’ve got him in my mouth while he tells me this isn’t how he imagined his walk going.

Five minutes later and he’s fucking me from behind while I’m trying and failing to keep a watch for anyone who might catch us.

He’s ready to cum before I’ve reached orgasm, but I don’t care. The thrill, the buzz is back. It’s stronger than the last time. And I’m hungry for it. It’s a close run thing, but I manage to swallow him down before he makes a mess down my top.

He gives me his number and suggests we do this again sometimes soon.

I take it, but I know I won’t use it.

I go home and masturbate. I orgasm three times.

And am already thinking about tomorrow.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gjx90e/i_fucked_a_stranger_during_lockdown_fm_and_it_was