This story is longer than most I see, apologies but hope you real dirty folks like myself enjoy ;) So I ran into this drummer [M, 30??] at a bar, seeing a band I knew well enough to have meals with. I also formerly knew him in my younger days of crushing on anyone with long hair and facial hair. But not well enough to know that he was in a band much less performing said evening.
I’m an audiophile and certain types of music gets me HOT. Especially drummers 😏 because their life’s passion is to keep rhythm and bang things real hard, absolute gods when it comes to the art of sex in my personal experience. I actually had shared nudes with him before, but that was long ago, I wasn’t the same mind much less body.
Fast forward quite a bit and there he was sitting next to me at a bar and staring me down, not saying a word – taking sips of his beer but I don’t think his eyes ever left me from how the hair stood up on my neck. I was honestly too scared to check, as I’d have thrown all reserve out the door and pulled him to the bathroom or parking lot but that place is so disgusting and just not at all a place you want to do that lol.
So instead, I let it brew. I do love edging…He finally says “hey… remember me?” And I’m a natural tease so I respond with a low hum without ever looking at him, “yes..and what about it?” As the “will they won’t they” thing ended by some distasteful decisions on his end. But I was the one in charge now… I was the one who could take advantage of this situation presenting itself. I already knew he wanted me before. He definitely wanted me now.
We had some flirty banter, I was an absolute cuck; heavily flirting with his bandmates and throwing sexually charged jokes about, hugging on my band buddies in front of him, letting him know how fun I can be but without letting him be the receiver of it. I wanted to drive him wild. And I knew I could. I gave him my number after we went out for pizza after with some guys from the two bands and made sure he knew I was dtf because I flashed him my tits on the way out and texted him later stating as much.
I was looking for a friend to be kinky and do unspeakable things with and not have to keep appearances or be something serious.Fast forward through some weeks of titillating banter and meaningless half-assed flirtatious texts…me very blatantly stating I was strictly looking for friends with benefits and that he should not fret about feelings (as they were a constant concern/excuse of his? which was confusing because I was not sure how else I could have spelled out that I just want to fuck already. Too many canceled what ifs and I was bothered, teased beyond my wits, and hornier than I ever was when he and I last attempted this kind of dance.
I was fed up faster than normal and I sent him a blaring text at midnight “hey, are we going to fuck or not?” And I got back the response: **“I am sitting in the middle of a Waffle House after the baseball game with a raging hard on at this, stay up and wait for me”**Oh. Fuck Yes. Finally. I was shaking at the anticipation. I do love a good build into a climax… I’m a reader and a writer.
When I got to his house in the ungodly hours of the morning I had no patience for further teasing. I was needy and hungry and I was not taking any prisoners. He greeted me at the back door and I did not want any introductions to his home, I grabbed his neck with one hand and ran a finger up his basketball shorts-clad junk with the other and hungrily kissed him, showing him I meant business. I demanded he take me to the bedroom immediately or fuck me on his drum set. To the bedroom we went (*sigh*) maybe one day…
He led me to his bedroom and I went for aggressive tactics once more, pulling his slick basket ball shorts down over his thighs, dropping to my knees as his throbbing cock sprung up to meet me in the eyes, which were wild with hunger at this point. It was all I’d been thinking about for weeks. And some years before that..I didn’t even bother with teasing him, hands busy with my own needs, I sucked him right into my little mouth and swirled my tongue around the tip, just lapping up his already budding precum. I’m moaning on his dick at this point, taking slow but deliberate laps with my tongue, wanting to taste every bit of him. He grabbed my hair and forced my lips to meet the base of his length, gagging on it and letting all the spit it’s creating ooze down my chin and onto my exposed breasts. He’s speechless and honestly looks like he’d seen a ghost but if it weren’t for the fucking groans coming from that man, I’d have thought I was doing something wrong.
He pulled my hair and yanked me back up and tossed me onto the bed, crawling over me and spreading my thighs apart with hislarge, calloused-musician’s hands. His beard was the real winner for me that night. At that point in my sex exploration I’d never known a man absolutely indulge in gourmet pussy eating, much less receive it. He loved it so much he came while lapping up the juices pouring from my cunt. his tongue was so fast, yet so large. He could flick, lap, and penetrate with that muscle like nobody should ever be made to miss out on.He kept on me until I was orgasming all over his mouth and beard. By then his dick was ready for round two. He flipped me over on my stomach, one hand pushing me further into the mattress and the other cupping my calf and yanking my legs apart for him to fit. His thrusts were soooo good.
I eventually ended up on top of him, looking him in the eyes and biting my lip, moaning louder with each connection of our hips. He was holding my tits up with his hands and said to me “I cannot believe I’m fucking [my full name]…” and I fucking lost it on that power trip. Way to make me feel like the absolute Aphrodite I aim to be. Stroked my ego with his words while I stroked his cock with my *very* wet pussy.
He didn’t last near long enough for me, exploding white hot and iridescent all over my lower half. We laughed about the Waffle House indecent proposal and I made a play into the implication, that I want 24/7 options for sticky, gooey, delicious, hot waffles.
We hooked up another occasion where he fucked me for 3 minutes and exploded, apologizing for “not lasting long” and that he’d make it up to me. I was hungry for more and he was kicking me out for sleep, so I went and called one of my other “waffle houses” as they were dubbed thereafter. He did not in fact make it up to me, I’d made the move to more reliable ones. And then I met my fiance. When my cuckold/threesome fantasies spring up to life occasionally I picture him making it up to me in front of my partner, with a dick in my warm mouth and a dick in my warm cunt.
Hope you enjoyed the waffles! xx
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10696fk/fm_op_28f_allow_me_to_tell_you_about_my_waffle
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