I had really been through it during quarantine. When it started I was lonely. Single. Alone. It had been more than a year since my last couple one-night stands and my last long term relationship was a few years in the past. I felt kind of forgotten since most of the news coverage pertaining to the pandemic was about the struggles of families and children and even couples. Single people who live alone with cats? Not as interesting or accessible I guess.
I downloaded dating apps. A lot of them, almost all of them. And I wasn’t sure what I wanted– I just knew that I was horny, like painfully horny, throbbingly horny. I wasn’t hoping to meet anyone in person. Too afraid of getting COVID. Would have loved even to sext or have phone sex. I talked to several girls over the course of the next few months, until, dissatisfied with a lack of general emotional honesty and connection*—* or turned off by girls asking too much of me and making me uncomfortable*—* I had to take some time away from the apps and re-prioritize. Hang out with my cat.
About a month passed, app-free. I watched that show High Maintenance on HBO and suddenly I felt so open to the beauty of the world and the depth and range of emotion in it. It really made me long for the “before-time.” I needed to talk to strangers again. I needed to know about other people outside of my circle.
I downloaded an app for people who like cats, and through it I met a girl about my age. Let’s call her Chacha. Chacha was slim, slightly taller than me (I’m pretty short), medium-smallish tits. She had been exclusively in long-term relationships. We talked on the app for a little while, then eventually Instagram, then we texted, zoomed, and eventually met in person.
We hung out in a park for a while. When it started to get dark I asked if she wanted to come over and meet my cat. I could tell she was interested in more than that, but I didn’t feel a need to hurry or push anything. She came over and we spent some time very close to one another, brushing up against each other. Tingling. But she was even more afraid of getting COVID than I was.
As she exited back to her car, we hugged. A long, hard hug. I could feel her hunger in the way she hugged me. Tits pressed into my chest. Our hands rubbing up and down each other’s back. There would be a next time.
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Fast forward to a week later. Chacha and I had been texting. We had both decided to get COVID tests. We talked about how we hated wearing pants, especially after 10PM. She sent pictures of her body in a loose-fitting tank top, her nipples poking up tantalizingly from the other side. I invited her over the following night, she suggested around 8:30 PM. So I mean, no expectations or anything but it seemed like the pants would probably come off before she left.
When she got there, we hung out on my couch, but it wasn’t long before she hungrily lunged for me. It was like we had been starving and here was Thanksgiving dinner. Lips, teeth, tongues, hands, tits. Oh my God. It had been a long time and I couldn’t get enough. Her shirt came off, my shirt came off, her bra, her pants, my pants. Underwear… off.
Our naked skin touched. It was the first time it had happened for either of us in so long. We did a 69. Her pussy tasted so good! I licked, relentlessly. So wet. I felt her body quiver in response. I spanked her HARD. She moaned louder and louder. Wetter. WETTER. She came three times, her wetness gushing all over my face.
I picked her up and carried her down the hall to my bedroom. She was so light, I knew I was going to have a lot of fun with her. It was warm, we were both sweating. Our tongues mashed together with a nice rhythm. My hard cock brushed along her pussy. Wet. SOAKING wet, like a Slip N’ Slide.
She moaned as I pinched and licked her nipples. Tested the waters with how rough she was willing to go. Tit-slapping, face-slapping, biting, scratching, spanking. I rubbed my cock on her clit, and she moaned. I went down on her and drove her crazy.
Moaning. squealing.
She begged for my cock. I was ready. Oh for sure, I was *so* ready. I had waited for a long time to fuck someone I could really toss around the room. I slowly slid my cock into her wet, wet pussy. I hadn’t felt anything like it in a while. I hadn’t fucked like that in some time! She was gasping for air, I was in ecstasy. I couldn’t believe it. After a long dry spell I was dick deep in this woman, grabbing at her tits and pinching her nipples. I pinned her arms to the bed and fucked her. She tried to push back but couldn’t budge me. She laughed, and then moaned. Water, water everywhere. But she had no idea what was about to happen.
“Grab on,” I grunted as I bit her lip. She put her arms around my neck as I lifted her up on my cock. I stood up with her effortlessly and just fucked her. She couldn’t believe it and she couldn’t control herself. Her body belonged to me now. I pushed her up against the wall and fucked her until I came inside her. I stumbled backwards with her. Collapsed on the bed. Wow.
“I haven’t fucked like THAT in a while!” I said. She was confused. “Are you… are you saying what you think I’m thinking? Like doing an impression of me?” she asked. I had to clarify that no, it had been a long time since I had that amount of fun. “Thanks for the opportunity,” I said graciously. My cat was just waiting and watching from his high perch in the living room.
That was round 1. We fucked again that night and went to bed. Woke up. Fucked. Sat back on the couch and hung out for a while. I held her, my arms around her chest. Felt her nipples through her shirt. “You know, I could fuck you again,” I said. So we did.
She left. I watched her through my window as she walked to her car. She stopped as she opened the car door to stretch her legs. It was pretty sexy to watch what I had done to her. But I had no idea.
I had changed her.
She kept texting me throughout the week. “I can’t stop thinking about this weekend.” “My mind is blown.” She hadn’t been fucked like that before. She had never been totally dominated. She had never known what she needed before, and here I had given it to her. Over and over again. We met again on Wednesday night and fucked. We met again that weekend. Within our first week hanging out, we fucked 12 times. Our bodies were sore, tired, covered in bite marks and scratches. But we just kept fucking.
I love having so much sexual power over someone. If I need to fuck she’s not far away. And best of all, she gets along really well with my cat!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jn5byv/mf_35met_a_girl_35f_on_an_app_for_cat_people_and
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So…what app was that?