Regress to Distress [F]

The urge to regress to old habits can be so strong.

I thought I was ready to go back and explore. I’m starting to miss the thrill of flirting with different guys, setting up dates to meet and feel each other up, acting innocent but feeling my pussy aching, waiting for a touch.

After chatting with a redditor, I thought it was time to put myself out there again. I tried hitting up some guys, chatting with them, feeling the vibes. And yet, the excitement never came back. I just felt tired. Tired of pretending, tired of the introductions, tired of knowing if the guy I’ll potentially meet will be at least decent, polite, or respectful.

But goddamn, it doesn’t help that my horny self just wants to get fucked so badly. Just reminiscing of times where I would get a room with a guy, knowing how limited time we have, and the tension filling the air. The first kiss, first touch, first moan. The different positions, the dirty talk, the heavy breathing. The hair-pulling, the ass slapping, the explorations. Sitting on a love chair, getting frisky in the car, going on all fours, or fucking my mouth. Round after round with resting in between.

Yet, with all of that, I just can’t seem to put myself out there yet.

And so, with my horny self aching for some action, I decided to put my earbuds on and search for my favorite audio content creator. My favorite audio of his? When he records his cunnilingus sessions with his girl. I just love when a man goes down on me, and he sounds like he knows what he’s doing so well. His dirty talks, asking his girl to cum for him. The sounds they make together while he calls her his good girl. The sounds of his tongue licking her and telling her how good she tastes. *Fuck.*

I lie down on my bed and close my eyes. I listen to his audio while imagining you. Remembering how you can eat me out so fucking good. How you’d look at me with those eyes full of desire. How you’d tell me to cum for you while you enter your fingers in me. My moans getting louder, asking you for more. Your other hand reaches for my nipple, playing with it and pinching it, just making me hornier for you.

The sensations of imagining you while listening to him are all too much for me as my hand reaches down and plays with my clit. My back arches as I continue to imagine you on me. *Fuck i miss it so much.* As the audio nears its end, my mind remembers how you’d always bring me to my climax as my finger starts playing with my own pussy, trying to remember every touch and every move.

The audio ends, my fingers stop, my breathing is rapid, and I open my eyes. I feel a sense of relief as I finally get to pleasure myself. But my horny self is still longing for your every touch and every move. *Fuck me, I need you so badly.*

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ufxq6t/regress_to_distress_f