Another day of knowing intimacy will not present itself any time soon means another day of recollecting the incredible sex I used to have during my past meetups.
I met him late last year. After a night full of regrets – drunk calling and texting with an overall feeling of emptiness and loneliness – I decided to scroll through my go-to platform for hookups to meet someone and fuck it all away. That was how I felt at the time, so desperate and wanting to get that feeling of instant gratification as my streak of bad hookups during my hoe phase continued to haunt me.
I wanted someone who could meet me the next day, and after a while, I found a list of guys who were interested. After some short-listing, I decided to pick this particular guy who caught my eye. The way he wrote intrigued me – yes, I was there for the sex, but substance still mattered to me, and when someone can entertain me with their writing, *I’m sold.*
I messaged him feeling nervous of not getting a reply since I knew I didn’t tick all of his boxes. To my surprise, he replied and we started talking and exchanging pictures. He was incredibly cute, definitely my type, and the way he carried himself through conversations made me swoon.
We decided to meet the next day, but what I thought would just be an afternoon meetup turned into something more.
The following day we met early and drove to a motel in a nearby city. Our conversation during the ride was entertaining, we both talked about our personal lives and I became more interested in him. The industry where he was working at was a personal interest of mine, plus the way he carried himself and treated me was incredibly crushable.
We reached the motel and entered the room. He probably sensed that my days were pretty rough and that I was looking for something a little bit more than sex – *I wanted the intimacy and comfort to destress.* We both laid down on the bed with my head against his chest as we continued the conversation. With his arms wrapped around me, I felt the comfort that I’d been longing to feel.
We were both enjoying the conversation as we both got to know each other a little better, feeling the comfort in each other’s arms. And at that moment, I looked up at him and he gave me a kiss. The kiss became more passionate by the second as our hands started to explore each other’s bodies.
*He was so good at kissing*, I felt like I could’ve done it all day with him. He got on top of me and started kissing my neck. My moans started escaping my mouth as his lips and tongue just felt so good in all the places he touched.
After some time, we switched positions and I got on top of him. I straddled him as I took off my shirt and bra allowing him to play with my nipples. I love it when guys know when and how to give attention and care to my nipples, and he knew so well what he was doing. Everywhere he touched felt so good and I couldn’t help but grind on him while moaning.
He laid me down and started going down on me. He took his time kissing my inner thighs and feeling my wet pussy through the thin fabric of my panties. *It drove me crazy* and all I wanted was for him to eat me out. It was like he read my mind. He started kissing my pussy outside of my panties, took them off, and started eating me out. *Fuck. He was so good.* During that time, I don’t think I’ve ever felt that wet before.
My legs were shaking, my body was moving, and I was holding his head to bring him closer – *I wanted him to go deeper, eat me more, play with me more, finger me more*. The room was now filled with my moans as I couldn’t contain them anymore. After some glorious minutes of him eating my pussy out, he started kissing me.
*I wanted him so bad.*
I made my moves since I wanted to suck his cock so badly. I asked for it, and he gave it. He laid down and I pulled down his shorts to reveal his hard cock. Fuck. I went straight for it. I didn’t even give him a handjob. I just wanted his cock in my mouth and I remember that I may have enjoyed it too much. *My tongue couldn’t stop licking, my head couldn’t stop going up and down, my mouth wanted to swallow his whole cock.* I tried my best to deepthroat him, and all I could think of was that I wanted him to cum in my mouth.
I kept on going until he tapped me and pulled me up. We both started making out again and all I wanted was to feel him inside of me. I laid down as he got on top of me. He entered me slowly while his lips and hands roam around my body. *Everything felt too good.* His whole length was now in me and we got into a rhythm. With every thrust he made, I couldn’t help but moan with no control. I enjoyed every minute as he went in deeper in me, and faster. It was all too much when he suddenly started rubbing my clit and I didn’t know what to do.
We then changed positions. I went on all fours and felt his whole cock in me again. *Fuck.* Thrust after thrust I was enjoying every moment as he grabbed my hair and slapped my ass.
We were going at it till we changed positions again, and now I’m on top of him. It was and still is a position that I’m still learning how to enjoy because of my self-conscious body and knowing that I’m tight, it usually takes time for me to guide the dick in. But once I managed to guide his dick in me, everything felt so good. *So so good.* I started grinding on him. When I leaned back, he started thrusting me and playing with my clit. *Fuck.* No one’s ever done this to me, and again I didn’t know what to do but moan and curse.
At this point, *I was at a high.* I shook my head because I literally didn’t know what to do with all the pleasure I was receiving. I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop or keep going. Of course, I didn’t want him to stop, but I just didn’t know how to handle all the pleasure. We kept going until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I remember laying down on top of him and whispering *”I don’t know if this is torture. I hate you.”* Of course I didn’t hate him. I just hated that I didn’t know what to do with the pleasure I was receiving. He replied with a *”I hate you too”* as we both smiled and cuddled.
We both continued talking and it felt so easy to talk to him, I didn’t feel like I had to force myself to make convo. We had a lot to share, and even though our conversations went deep, we both created this safe space between us.
We both shared an intimacy that made me feel so secure. As I laid down on him, my fingers caressing his chest, *he would kiss my forehead, bring me closer, and reassure me that everything will be alright.* I didn’t think I needed this, I came with the expectations of just a quick hookup. Just to meet and fuck all my anxious thoughts and stress away. But he knew how to read me like an open book, and I was ready to listen to his stories.
This continued for a while – cuddling, sleeping, talking, fucking. Round after round we continued to feel the pleasure of intimacy and sex. We continued to find comfort in each other’s arms. We continued to share stories that were personal and intimate. *I was at an ethereal high.* That is until we realized it was almost 2 am and we haven’t eaten a thing.
We dressed up, left the room, and drove to a nearby city with a 24hour fast food place. We ordered takeout and sat outside at a bench nearby since the vibes outside were definitely a lot nicer and felt cooler than whatever was going on inside. We continued to share stories and I got to know more about him. We took our time eating and talking while watching all kinds of people do their thing in the early morning hours.
Time passed quickly and it was already 5 am so we decided to end the night. We said our goodbyes and the continuing days were filled with us texting, enjoying each other’s company, and planning our next meetup. We even planned to travel together just to take a break from the city.
Unfortunately, our situation ended before anything could start. Time, the pandemic, and our personal lives were unfriendly.
I tend to think about him from time to time. He was most probably the best meetup I’ve ever had. Everything felt surreal with him. And sometimes, I think about reaching out to him just to see if we could continue where we left off. But that will just stay as a silly fantasy of mine.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uqbt8n/fm_18_hours_with_him
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