[FM] My third Tinder date. The best shot on my life.

I am a French woman and this is my first publication here, so, sorry for my bad English.

This year I have broken up with the man I have been sharing my life with for 10 years. In being single again, I also hoped to regain some lightness and pleasure. So I signed up on Tinder to meet people. I was not looking for anything serious, interesting discussions, fun, some flirting and, why not, sex if the desire was shared.

In one month, I met three men, and it’s the third one I’m going to talk about. My third meeting Tinder, the best sex of my life.

I was the one who started the conversation, which I rarely do, but I liked his profile and I thought he looked pretty cute. We chatted a bit, discussing movies and music. And we quickly talked about sex, sexual practices we liked.He had experimented a little bit of BDSM and I knew a little bit about too. I like passionate sex with a little bit of pain. 9 days after our first conversation, a few hot pictures and pornographic exchanges later, we decided to see each other. This meeting wasn’t planned for that night but our exchanges were too promising to pass up this opportunity. I invited him to join me at my home.

I was excited but nervous.

I opened the door and breathed an inner sigh of relief. He looked like his pictures. I hoped he was thinking the same about me. We didn’t have sex in a second, even though after all the messages we had exchanged, the anticipation in me had hit outrageous limits.

I offered him a beer and we talked, about everything, about nothing, about music, about my dog. He was sitting on a barstool and I was standing. We were not next to each other. That allowed me to look at him. And to feel.

He was there, drinking his beer and looking comfortable. I liked him, he had incredible eyes and beautiful arms that I really wanted to bite. But it was impossible to figure out what he thought of me, and being recently single, I no longer had the codes or the courage to “attack”.

I offered him another beer. Which he refused politely as he stood up. He approached me, stood behind me and gently kissed my neck, my shoulders, his hands on my hips starting to move as well. At the second he put his hands on me I wanted to drive him crazy. I quickly turned back to kiss him. To this day I remember perfectly the impact that this kiss had on me. I felt the emergency to have him inside me, the desire to be possessed, brutally possessed.

I suggested that we go to my room to be more comfortable and, once I was in front of the bed, he ordered me to get on my knees. Excitement and fear. I obeyed. He pulled out his dick and I immediately started licking it. He had a beautiful long cock. I loved to lick and suck him. I love blowjobs, there is nothing better than driving a man crazy with a good blowjob. He seemed to enjoy it and I was getting warmed up more and more. He finally grabbed me by the hair to straighten me up and kiss me. He pushed me onto the bed and we continued to explore each other more and more furiously.

I dressed the pretty lingerie that he had already seen in pics, and he liked it. He caressed me, kissed me, bit me, I had the impression that his hands were all over my body. He played with my clitoris, giving me a powerful orgasm, and then, dipped his fingers into me and showed me that the G spot is not a myth. He was driving me crazy, I wanted his cock at the back of my throat, at the bottom of my pussy. I wanted to have him inside me terribly, to be fucked furiously.

And that’s exactly what happened.

He penetrated me slowly, in a missionary position first, his strokes getting deeper and deeper and more powerful. It was good, really good. I bit him, I scratched him, he made me an animal, made me lose my mind. I wanted more and he wanted me to ask, to beg. I wanted to have fun, to make him angry, to make him even wilder.I never asked or begged, I told him “No”, I defied him to stop touching me. He didn’t stop but made me pay for my defiance.

We have performed the positions with incredible fluidity. I had the sensation that my body was answering his, I wasn’t thinking anymore.

I felt him powerful, he was really powerful. He spanked me on doggy-style, and he was not faking it. Delightful pain.

Then I was on top of him, slowing down, wanting to catch my breath. He didn’t give me the time. The easiness with which he grabbed me by the hair and turned me over on my face to take me even harder, even more violently. I was his toy.He scratched my back, bite me. I was screaming. I was crying. I came so hard that night.

We fucked three long times and it was always more intense. I was hungry. I was crazy about his cock in my mouth, sucking it gave me huge pleasure. I let him cum in my throat (something I never do with a one-night stand). And I loved it. His sperm on my tongue. I wanted him to put it all over me, to cover my body with it. The further he went into perversion, the more I wanted more. And I was lucky because our story continued for five months. Five months of increasingly intense sex.

He is the most beautiful lover I’ve had so far.
He had become My Lord.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/km0eef/fm_my_third_tinder_date_the_best_shot_on_my_life