All last week, one of my old flings would text me at odd hours of the day, obviously looking to fuck. Most of the time I would ignore him, because I was just not in the right place mentally. I already hooked up with him in his car in some old parking lot, so I already knew he wasn’t exactly fantastic. But when he sent me a message Friday night saying his girlfriend would be away for the weekend, I decided to give it a shot. It couldn’t be worse than the backseat of a car, right?
I ended up going over at around 11 to drink and turn on whatever on the TV. When we were laying in bed, I asked him about some velcro handcuffs he had attached to his headboard. They looked cheap, and ran through only one skinny wooden rod in the center of the headboard and I wasn’t totally convinced they would hold up. But he said they were strong enough to hold me.
“Yea… no. One good pull and I’d either break the strap or break the wood.”
“Want to try?”
In hindsight, it probably wasn’t the smartest thing in the world to willingly get handcuffed as a dare, but I was definitely curious and also mildly tipsy. I was also very confident I could break free if I really wanted to. So he velcro-ed me in with me laying down on my back, arms over my head. And they were sturdy! I swear I pulled so fucking hard and it held. I felt the velcro start to undo, but never enough for me to slip out.
“Oh shit, wow. Yea these are pretty strong.”
“See? Told you.” He smirked as he walked away and grabbed a pillow from the floor.
“Yea you win. Can you let me go?”
“Sure one sec… Lift your hips for me.”
So I did, and he slid the pillow under my ass. Then he started to tug at my leggings until they were off my legs and in a pile on the floor.
“Wait.. hang on.”
“You’re going to love this.”
He spat on his fingers and pressed them against my pussy, teasing me. I asked him again to wait and let me go first, but he kept his rhythm going. Eventually, I started bobbing my hips to his fingers. Fuck, he knew what he was doing. So I closed my eyes and let him work.
After a few more minutes I felt him stop. I didn’t care I was helpless anymore… I just needed more. I needed fingers, or a tongue, or his dick. I felt him shift his weight between my legs and then felt him fill me with his dick. He was definitely better with his fingers, but something about the angle of my body or how much he was teasing me, but the tip of his dick really found a sweet spot that he hit over.. and over.. and over. He fucked me just as hard as last time, and came just as fast inside of me.
He undid my wrists and laid down next to me with a smile. I was too tired to go home so I ended up staying the night with him.
Definitely one of my least satisfying experiences as of late, but I feel like you horny Redditors would appreciate it
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pnmmdw/i_f_came_over_when_his_girlfriend_was_away_and
Feels kinda rapey, TBH. Are you okay?