Oops-all-smut section is marked below…
I had used Feeld several years ago, back when it was Tinder for threesomes. It didn’t seem effective– at least, not nearly effective as reddit– so I deleted it after a week or so. I recently learned that Feeld had grown in popularity, and was geared more towards non-traditional arrangements in general– kink, ethical non-monogamy, etc. I downloaded it again, and slogged my way through yet another dating profile, albeit one that prominently references oral sex and the word Daddy.
It was late on Saturday night when I got a match that struck up conversation immediately– Dee. Her bio described her as fully vaccinated (which I also am), into massages and cuddling (which I also am), and having a pierced nose, which I do not but am very into. The pictures confirmed said piercing, and also told me she had a gorgeous smile and lovely brown eyes.
She struck up conversation immediately and we chatted non-stop for the better part of two hours, although by the end it felt like we had been talking for several days– in a good way. We hit it off incredibly well and discussed some of our more salacious interests, about which we were very much on the same page. We made plans for a park date the very next evening.
Dee said she was dressed like a ninja and only mildly disappointed– she was dressed in all black, but holstered no katana. She did however, look fantastic, so we hugged and found a little nook. She poured me some bourbon, her thanks for my offer to drive to her, and our conversation picked up right where it left off the night prior. We talked about our pandemic hobbies, our jobs and imminent career changes, and Halloween.
It was when we were showing each other costumes of years past that our body language changed. Where, before, we were sitting across from one another, we were now shoulder to shoulder, peering at our phones. We kissed and her lips were some of the softest I’ve ever felt. I experimented with a hand gently placed on her throat, and fingers tightening around a fistful of hair– the way her body quivered told me she very much enjoyed both.
We slowed down, relieved to have cut some of the sexual tension, and continued our conversation. This time, her head was on my lap and she was wrapped in the blanket I brought. We discussed dating, our long and short term goals, and delved deeper into our perspectives on kink. Eventually, she invited me back to her place. I drove us, and she sat on her side because she was concerned about getting my car seat wet through her leggings.
——-SEXXXXXX——–
She poured me another drink and put on some music while we sat on her couch. There were some ground rules established– we wouldn’t go into the bedroom, we had to cuddle afterwards, and I had to text her the following morning– all of which I was more than happy to abide by. It didn’t take long for us to start necking again, this time unconcerned with how we might look in public. Hands were everywhere, and I learned she has a very high tolerance for pain– both from my teeth on her lips and my fingers on her nipples.
Clothes began coming off, and we slid from the couch to the floor. Each time we paused to discuss limits further, she looked up at me with those glowing brown eyes and spoke to me in such an adorable way that I could have negotiated terms all night, if only she’d keep gazing at me like that.
I was down to my underwear first, and she kissed my legs and my torso, making me feel like royalty. I thought it was a somewhat rude conceit to take sips of bourbon while she worshipped me like that, but she loved it. At one point, when she was crawling between my legs, I had an incredible view of her ass that I refused to let disappear. I held her in place and helped myself– spanking, squeezing, caressing. The impacts became too arousing for her to remain on her hands and knees, so she slid flat against the rug. I kept going, occasionally slipping a few fingers between her legs to stroke her pussy through her damp clothes, and checking in to make sure the intensity never got too far.
Repositioning again, she found her way between my legs and started teasing me. God, she knew what she was doing. She asked if she could take my briefs off, and I did. The kind of reaction she gave me is one that every man hopes to receive– equal parts awe and lust, complimenting its size and voicing a *little* bit of fear. She said it had been awhile, but I promised I’d go slow.
She started going down on me in such a slow, sensual way. I felt utterly relaxed, continuing to sip my drink as she enjoyed my cock. She would build a rhythm and slow down, but never abruptly, and always with perfect timing– I almost came a few times, just for her to peter out before I did.
I got to return the favor, fingering her and having the privilege of hearing her moans, feeling her hold me, listening to her call me Daddy and replying with dirty talk of my own. It wasn’t long before she undressed as well, revealing her full breasts, her porcelain skin, and her phenomenal ass.
When we agreed to have sex, she got her toy box and I got a condom. We started in missionary and went slow at first, like I had promised. She used a vibrator on her clit while I oscillated between kissing her neck, biting her nipples, and just looking down at her face. Again, those eyes. I could see the ecstasy in them and it was scorchingly hot. I was concerned I might cum immediately, but the gentle pace helped me keep an orgasm at bay. She asked to turn over, and we got into pronebone.
I wrapped an arm around her neck and kept at it, my body crashing into hers over and over again. She told me she was about to cum, no, she *asked permission* to cum, and it thrilled me to let her, to do my best to keep the rhythm while her body writhed beneath me. It was only once I was sure she was done did I stop fighting my own inevitable climax, telling her to look at me while I came inside of her. I erupted, and my entire body trembled. I swore and groaned in her ear as I kissed her, gripping her tightly and holding her for minutes, long after my peak had ebbed.
We cleaned up and spooned on her couch for a while– long past our pre-determined kick-me-out time. We made sure we were definitely going to do it all again, and I went home. Don’t worry, I texted her first thing the next morning.
Ps– fun note, when I mentioned that I like writing erotic accounts of my experiences, she asked me to share. I linked to this account, and she *had already read some of my posts*. Small world. See you soon, Dee!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mu2uzr/my_first_experience_with_feeld_she_came_on_my
Wow this is incredibly hot and well written!
Nicely done!