I Shouldn’t Have… But I Did. [REAL STORY]

2 years ago I (17F then, 19F now) met this guy (19M then, 21M now) in my city on Tinder. He was intelligent, funny, thoughtful, and not to mention extremely hot. 6ft tall, sun kissed skin, strong jawline and facial features, long and frizzy yet extremely soft hair, thin yet strong, with a slight south African accent. We talked for a couple of months, sharing kisses and intimate times, but eventually I broke things off. We have kept in touch occasionally since then, but a couple of weeks ago we reconnected and started talking.

Last Friday we spent the afternoon having a sesh in his car, catching up on our lives and talking about anything and everything. The following day I invited him to a car meet, and he accepted.

I picked him up and we went to the event, keeping quite a platonic air. Afterwards we headed to his house, hopped in his car and found an empty parking lot. We smoked and had some good conversation, although I spent most of the time admiring his face and his lips moving, trying to remember what it felt like to kiss him years ago. I remember he was a soft yet passionate kisser, but I highly underestimated just how electric it would be.

The time ticks by and we grow quieter; I notice that he glances over at me occasionally and fidgets a bit more, finding it hard to get comfortable. I get the feeling that he wants me, and I’d be a fool if I said that I didn’t want him back. After a while of sitting in silence I muster up the courage to acknowledge our wants, and make it clear that I’m not looking for a relationship. I had only broken up with my ex a week ago and was in no place to jump into another relationship.

There was sex in the air, so despite my concerns we made the move. He leans in slowly and grabs my neck, kissing me gently then more passionately with every movement. His tongue was always in my mouth, trying to enter me as he wish he could in another way. He would grab my face with two hands, pull my hair and choke me a little, this dominant side of him had clearly been refined in the last two years since we first kissed. I felt under a spell. There was no space in my mind for anything but our passionate make out session in his car.

We spent the rest of the night cuddling and making out in his car, then finally make our way to his bed to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning we woke up early, I was in a black one piece and he was in a t-shirt and boxers. He held me in his arms and we kissed much more, unable to let each other go without committing the one act that had been on our minds all night.

I know I shouldn’t have… But i did. He touched me through my clothes, feeling the warmth and wetness of my desire. We ripped off our clothing and he touched me some more, slipping a finger inside me while I stroked him. I couldn’t withhold my moans or my pleasure; the wait had built up so much sexual tension that it was unbearable. I had lost full control of sense or reason, the only thing I could focus on was the way he moved inside of me.

In a low, sexy tone he moaned into my ear, “I want to be inside of you.” “I want you to be inside of me,” i replied. It felt almost dirty because I had only been single for a week, but this fact almost added to my horniness. I would let myself have this, have him.

He mounted my delicate body, showing his strong arms, abs, and well chiseled body. He entered me with no hesitation, pure lust driving him inside of me over and over. I finally felt as though I was being fucked by a man who knows what he wants, which turned me on more. After trying a few positions he was ramming me from behind when he pulls out and paints my back with warm cum. His stream was so powerful that it reached the wall in front of me which was unexplainably sexy. We flopped onto his bed and held one another, falling asleep while high off of sex and intimacy.

This coming Saturday we’re going on a date, a picnic by a pond. Who knows what will happen afterwards? I sure hope there will be a repeat of this story. We won’t be dating for a while (if we do at all), so I’m just going to enjoy the events that take place in this grey zone. If anything else happens that’s worth sharing I will be sure to post about it. Thanks :)

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/t8cr9d/i_shouldnt_have_but_i_did_real_story

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