I met Jonathon* on Feeld summer of last year. You know when you get that first message and you’re like YES?! He was that. Funny, charming and naughty without being creepy. We hooked up a few times. He’d come over and we’d fuck and watch TV and fuck some more and smoke a spliff and fuck. It was perfect. During the days we’d send each other porn we were enjoying on Reddit. I loved the naughtiness of at any moment my phone buzzing with something NSFW, although there were a few near miss awkward moments. Now, I like to think of myself as quite a worldly woman, very sex positive, very curious but I had never realised that there was an established community around a kink that I had always had in the back of my mind – freeuse. When I was younger I used to fantasise about what I would later learn would be categorized as freeuse scenarios. But Jonathon started sending me clips and videos from freeuse communities and I was instantly obsessed. I asked him if he’d ever done it and he said no but he wanted to. We talked about our boundaries and he suggested that the way he’d like to do would involve him coming to stay for a couple of nights so we picked a weekend without any plans and he came over. The first evening we just fucked as usual, lying on my bed “watching” a movie and getting constantly distracted. We fell asleep still with the laptop open.
The next thing I remembered was feeling a hand between my legs and a finger gently parting my lips, moving across my clit. I started awake, surprised and felt another hand softly cover my mouth and I heard Jonathon whispering “shh, it’s okay.” He started to kiss my neck (which always makes me incredibly wet) and took three fingers and started rubbing up and down my labia. My brain started waking up and remembered what was going on and honestly I started gushing. I could feel my body starting to lubricate his hand as he pressed harder against me and then moved his hips between my legs. I stayed fairly still, we’d both talked about how it made the fantasy hotter if I wasn’t actively participating. His dick found my pussy and he started to rub his head against my entrance before sharply pushing himself in. The pressure of being penetrated so deeply, so quickly made me moan. He pressed his hand back over my mouth and he sweetly told me to be a little quieter. I honestly nearly came just from that. There was something about the gentleness of the way he was touching me, the way he was talking to me, contrasted with the aggression of his thrusts and that he had just decided to take me that was driving me WILD. I wanted to run my hands over every part of him, pull him in closer to me but I resisted the temptation. His mouth moved across my skin, kissing behind my ears, down my neck and across my collarbone, moving to my boobs and then my nipples and sucking hard on them. He pulled my legs up so they rested against his shoulders and held onto my hips while his thrusts became deeper, more desperate before I felt him tense up and ejaculate, flooding me with his cum.
He dropped my legs and rolled over on his back, pulling me against him and kissing my forehead, while I felt his cum leaking out of me, sliding down my butt. He barely said a word the whole time and we fell back asleep.
I woke up first and felt the mess between my legs and decided to jump in the shower. I’d barely been in there a minute before I heard the bathroom door open and he stepped into the shower. “Good morning” he said before we started kissing again. He pulled away and told me to go down on him. I obliged, the water splashing against my back as he leaned against the tile and guided his dick into my mouth. Normally Jonathon is quite affirmative when I go down on him but he stayed quiet, groaning just a little with his hands in my hair, pushing me deeper onto him. My hand jerked the base of his dick while my lips sucked his tip firmly, taking little breaks to lick up and down his shaft. He told me he was going to cum and that I needed to swallow, so of course I did. As soon as he was finished he stepped out of the shower again, grabbed a towel and went back to bed while I finished washing my hair.
When I got back into bed I asked him what he wanted to do and he said I should just carry on with whatever I would usually do and he was going to crash on the sofa and watch Office re-runs. I got ready and chatted to a friend on the phone and then went into the kitchen to tidy up and make a pot of coffee. As I was loading the dishwasher he came into the room again and started kissing my back and …. Well the pattern repeated itself!
I’m going to write Part 2 later which is where things really got interesting for us ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uye34x/fm_finding_out_my_long_term_fantasy_had_a_name
Reminiscent of Erica Jong’s zipless fuck dream. Nice.
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