A little ago, I had posted on r/raomd for the first time. It was a bit scary, I admit, because it felt like crossing a line. It felt so much more normal/safer to meet someone (for dating or for sex) with the more familiar apps – Tinder, OKCupid, even the impressively pretentious *League* (which I got into! Ha)*.* I could still be “normal” or “not crazy” by meeting lovers on those sites. But all the swiping and fruitless messages felt desensitizing. My apps no longer brought me joy.
…Reddit, on the other hand. The stories, the personal ads. They were all so new and fresh and exciting. I only discovered r/gonewildstories a few months ago. So, in a way, Reddit didn’t have the same baggage that Tinder carried: years of disappointment, some okay dates, but mostly just low-effort profiles that made me feel a little hopeless. Reddit people were so cool and honest and open! I don’t even mean that I met anyone in person, but rather hearing the voices of people writing felt so much more real. Raw. Like the anonymity of Reddit allowed one to cut through boring small talk in a way that doesn’t really seem possible on dating apps (which display your name, your picture, your job… ugh).
So… I felt like I would no longer match society’s image of what a “wholesome” girl should look like. And, as I write this, I do fully acknowledge this is a shitty reason to do/not do anything, but I must nonetheless admit I did feel self-conscious about being filed into the category of “psycho” or “sex freak” rather than “stable normal chick”
But. Hell. Choose life!
**the plunge:**
Posted. It was thrilling to read through the responses. I think I got about 200 one. One stood out:
Hey. I have a great education (from here) and great job (which is this) and I can host (in this area) and here’s a pic. The pic was of him looking serious, in a suit, and seeming to carry himself quite well. I found this so much sexier than some of the endearing-yet-awkward selfies I was getting. It was the perfect amount of information: enough to make me feel like he was a “real” person, yet also succinct; he didn’t say more than he needed to.
So I responded. I was was admittedly a little down when I hadn’t heard back from him and was going to settle for something else… until, happily, by chance I opened the Reddit app instead of browser and saw that he *had* indeed responded and I just missed his follow up responses because crappy browser messaging. *Yay!*
He texted like what I imagined someone in the picture would text like — business-like, professional, to-the-point. Honestly this also worked in his favor, because, being as pretentious as I am, I loved the good grammar and the highly limited use of “lol.” While it’s true that the cold texting did eventually have me actually questioning whether he had lost interest, it still made him sound like he had an *engaging life* that actually *preoccupied* him so honestly I was all the more intrigued. And when he finally did use an exclamation point I felt like I had *really* said something good.
So. The night that worked for both of us, I only freed up late (after 11) and he chose a bar for us to meet at. I experimented with one of those beautiful, breezy bike taxis (“pedicabs”) I had been eyeing for some time because it was so close and because. Environment! Walking was out of the question – heels.
Once I reached the bar, I was SO insanely ripped off that… well, normally I just quietly pay and learn my lesson, but this time I tried to argue, just a tiny bit, because it was *so* outrageous … but quickly gave in when I became too scared my Sexy Reddit Man would see me and I would look like a cheap, entitled jerk that won’t pay a working man his wages.
… so, after I *painfully* hand over my credit card, I breathe a sigh of relief as I see the coast is clear… ie Sexy Reddit Man had not witnessed my horror-struck face forking over $50+ for a 10 min. ride. *cringe*… audible sigh of relief… and I sauntered in. I*t ain’t what you got! It what you act like you’ve got.*
Immediately I saw a gentleman alone in front of the elevator. Recognized him instantly. Well-dressed, like the photo. First thing that came to mind was *soft,* strangely enough. Not in a soft “doughy” or even chubby way, but in a *warm, nice way.* Like the [opposite](http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-3833481/Why-baddies-triangular-good-guys-round-Mathematician-reveals-hidden-geometry-hit-films.html) of harsh cartoon villains. Almost cherubic. I think it was the first thing I noticed because the photo, and the messaging, were all so serious, I may have made the features his features sharp and angular in my mind? *That makes sense.*
So… there he was. “Soft.” Non-threatening. Inviting.
Maybe even playful.
As I walked to the elevator I gave him a shy wave and said his name. I was wearing a tight, short dress (similar to [this](https://www.google.com/search?biw=1745&bih=1003&tbm=isch&sa=1&ei=C2p7W8K0NaWE5wLwpZHYCw&q=white+tight+dress&oq=white+tight+dress&gs_l=img.3..0l3j0i30k1l5j0i5i30k1l2.1852.3437.0.3538.17.16.0.0.0.0.152.1297.11j4.15.0….0…1c.1.64.img..2.15.1296…35i39k1j0i67k1.0.ox_hTxYmyJ0#imgrc=0H5s9Se1-TVjCM:) but I filled it out more.) I’m about average height, strong calves, and on the heavier side of a healthy weight. B cups, buy suit pants in the “curvy” line. Hair is dyed blonde and falls about the level of my breast (it kind of looks like [this](https://www.google.com/search?q=blonde+shadow+root&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiZyu2H__zcAhXLt1kKHeNxCmEQ_AUICigB&biw=1745&bih=1003#imgrc=DqfUWg9NGEDM8M:) but more yellow not silver) and short boots with heels. Both in our late 20s. He was cordial, and then very politely told me I didn’t tell him my name through our exchanges. *AHH! First faux pas! YOU’RE DOOMED!*
I was actually kind of nervous that I didn’t feel the sexual tension *immediately.* Like, I felt like I may have psyched myself out by now feeling immense *pressure* to feel sexually attracted to him, which… naturally fucked with normal flow of things. And as I got more self-conscious about this, I made myself more nervous and found myself unable to look him in the eye because I guess that just feels so intimate and well, imminently-kissable. Once we started talking though, the conversation just came so easily. He was so smart and well-traveled and, honestly, just sounded so competent. It was so fucking sexy.
It was getting late quickly, and I finished my drink, but didn’t know what to do… because I definitely liked him, but sex (even technically just oral) with a stranger still felt scary. Honestly, it really freaked me out still to go to someone’s place that I had just met online… but we were having so much *fun* and I didn’t want the night to end. I suggested we go walk around somewhere. He took me to a park that turned out to be closed, he suggested we hop over the fence (*hot)*, he helped me up (*hot)*… *short dresses were not meant for climbing fences (fool of a took…).*
***begin sexy*** **pt 1**
We found a bench and, soon we were talking about our favorite kinky things and and we were both getting really excited… and the park felt safe, and open, so I felt comfortable, and we started kissing. Stop. A park maintenance man walks by… doesn’t care about us at all. We continue. His arm goes around my waist. Slowly, slowly… hands move up… still outside my dress… The other hand slooowly, crawling up my legs… I’m getting too turned on for public park. And, again, *there is nothing subtle about this dress hiked up.* Do we stop? No. I climb on top of his lap, did he start it? Did I let him? Did I initiate? I felt completely in sync at this point. *So. Terrible a dress for sitting on lapses.* I was kissing him, and we had talked about one of our? Mine? Kinks being slight exhibitionism… he moved down from my mouth, to my neck… oh fuck. Oh fucking, fucking, fucking fuck… *oh my God. Is he really right there?* Oh my God I think he’s actually licking my nipple right now. Oh my GOD it’s so fucking hot. *Oh my God. I just met him. It’s SO fucking hot he pulled down my bra, and the top of my dress, and suddenly. His mouth. Is caressing my breast right now.* Part of me kept looking around, couldn’t fully let go… We keep kissing… stop, stop, stop, stop! Another couple. OK, it’s OK, they’re probably doing the same thing…. Keep going. It’s subtle enough. *Nope. It’s definitely not.* My God. Just ever so lightly flicking his tongue. The way he just pulled down my dress and bra so slowly, yet still without warning. Oh God. I was done.
Do you want to come back to my place?
*Of course. How far is it?*
A 10-minute walk. *Oh fuck. **I could no longer walk in my heels.*
Ugly, comfortable, ergonomic clogs in bag… whispering sweet nothings to me…
Must… resist…
I am… a sex *goddess…* in these heels…
Too much pride to call cab for place… so close…
And then rain! SHIT. HAIR. (*DOOMED.*)
I jumped from awning-to-awning, in my sad, crippled gait.
My God.
Pathetic.
*How is this man… possibly… still attracted to me…*
I requested to use his shower when we *finally* got there. It was a slow, miserable shower due to all my manipulating positions which did not fuck my hair further. He was, impressively, still awake when I got out.
And then, I just got cold. I felt immediately vulnerable in someone else’s place I didn’t know, the magic and safety of the park was lost. Hell, I just felt overwhelmingly uncomfortable and lost my libido. We kissed, and I thought I’d feel a little better when he’d go down on me… but I just was still freaking out in my brain. *Who the hell was I? What is wrong with me that I couldn’t enjoy this?* I stopped him. I was still enjoying his company immensely so I stayed (like I said, he was a true gentleman). We talked about how unbelievably sexy it was making out at the park, I commented on the failure of this dress to be at all compatible with any subtlety… and he said *When I saw you in that dress I thought “No. Way. And when you waved at me…”* Oh my God. I can’t even. This just. This made me feel so fucking good. This made me feel so fucking good!
I felt overwhelmingly guilty for being too nervous? Scared? What the hell was it? Just too contrived a set up for me to be able to enjoy? The following morning when I left his place and saw him in the light again, I remember thinking *what? Why’d you go cold?! He’s SO cute. I forgot how fucking cute he was cuddling in the dark for so long.*
So. I thought, “trust your feelings” and all that crap. Which meant he was just meant to be a friend, that’s the only explanation as to why I was so off… right? I texted him the following day to thank him for the truly fun, wonderful night I told him we should stick to just friends… even though… it was *really* goddamn fun talking to him for 100 hours.
He was extremely direct, and asked why – *since we both clearly liked each other -* and I had some shitty vague answer… but he was totally polite about it.
I went to bed thinking about him that night.
And again the next day…
And fantasizing about what the night *could have* looked like were I not so weird or emotional…
And then I became dead set on seeing him again, and having kinky, crazy, muff diving sex (and maybe more)…
Because now I *knew* I really liked him as proved my non-stop seducing him in my mind and replaying that first second at the park when I felt him kissing me, and then suddenly… licking my nipple. (Mmf!) It was so good, so surreal. I also kept looking up conversational things that I wanted to follow up with him. What had he meant when he said *this.* And he mentioned *that thing*, what are the facts about *that* and what is *my* opinion on it?
What changed? I don’t know. I tried to figure it out. I kept thinking about what I’d say if he asked about the change of heart, but I didn’t even come up with anything comprehensible. *Don’t overthink it.*
I was just so grateful when he gracefully agreed to see me again, and didn’t write out *what the fuck you volatile shrew.*
Blessed next weekend finally came along, and I was just. Couldn’t concentrate on anything the day before… Finally. Time arrives. He suggests an arcade bar that was convenient for me to get to. Wear jeans and a black tank. Braless (can’t help myself). Drinks, Pacman, sexual tension… leave, start making out within a foot of the door, invites me back to his place, still stupidly wore heels because attraction > comfort, wobble all the way there. Also, it’s raining again (no, this doesn’t take place in Seattle). I didn’t want to do my rain dance from awnings to bus stops again, so I have the only giant, unsexy rain jacket I could find, which he compliments. (Are you making fun of me??).
***begin sexy pt 2***
Food… detour… he takes me to a gorgeous, secluded building he has ID access to… there’s a gorgeous balcony… a gorgeous view… I lean over the rail and look at the people down below. He comes behind me and slowly holds on to my waist… and moves his hands up. He starts caressing my breasts under my shirt. It is. So hot. Too hot. Unff. Have to stop. I can’t stay so excited in public. We started making out on the balcony on the bench. Can’t stay. Too aroused.
His room. Finally. My God. I pounce. To make up for last time, and because he is. Just too fucking cute, and made me feel so goddamn alive, and beautiful, and pays me such incredible compliments. I will say this again, because it made spending time with him so fucking amazing: *paid me such incredible, thoughtful compliments that made me feel… like the smartest, sexiest woman alive.* (If only!).
We made out on his bed. He starts kissing my breasts. They are so sensitive. Unf. He bites them a little. He spanks my butt. Until it hurts! I didn’t even stop him. I was too turned on imagining how turned on he was spanking me. I position myself to sit on his face… Ffuck.
He kisses it as soft as I needed. (Our first night together, he licked and fingered with quite a lot of pressure – not unpleasant, just too blunt for the sensitive nature of the area, so I kept jerking and yelling *softer.*) *Shrew.*
But he’s just right now. And he finds the spot, and licks my clit and just lower. It is so sensitive, and so wet. I breathe heavily on his member. I haven’t touched it yet. *Be brave.* It was beautiful. Cut. Smooth. Uggh. I tried to not get too into it at first because I just wanted to be completely present as he stroked me with his tongue. Aggh. He had gotten exactly to where I needed to be to climax. I just sucked his tip, only slightly dipping my mouth up and down. I was almost a bit disappointed at first, that I couldn’t hear any reactions from him or sighs of pleasure… but then, ohh. And then I heard a little bit of choking. Had he said something? Shit. Was something wrong? I got concerned and tried to ask what? And he said “sorry — it’s just — that –” mmmm. *Fuck. Yes.* Sucking was so good he got distracted, and sounds like he was trying to play it cool. *Fuck.* Of course that got me hotter, hearing him, and I started going down from the tip to down his shaft, and faster. I had heard one or two gasps by now. It was so hot, and it got me going faster. I tried to deepthroat him a bit, I could feel him enjoying this, and kept lowering myself until I started gagging and tearing a bit. He couldn’t continue licking me anymore. I felt him clenching. It was so hot. I sucked him tighter, and slower, and wouldn’t let go, until I finally tasted him inside my mouth. I kept my mouth pressed on him until there was nothing left. More kept coming. It was so hot to have elicited such a response. I was so turned on.
I let him recover a little, although truth be told, satisfied as I was to watch him reach such a beautiful climax… I was a little tense from him getting so close to making me orgasm and then stopping. *Why the fuck was I so good at head.* He felt beyond fucking amazing licking me when we started to 69, so the sudden stop had me… Well. I couldn’t relax with him in post-orgasmic bliss… I had that anger/anticipation he might not reciprocate (as had an ignorant man or two before him.)
After he recovered, he played with me a little, in creative ways — he fingered me from behind and from the front… which felt really good, but anything from behind is also scary so I stopped. He licked me and touched me from many different angles but I didn’t get to the same level of near-orgasm as before. *That’s okay, it doesn’t always happen…* (still, no need to call me *picky!*)
We fooled around a bit the rest of the night, mostly cuddled and spooned and tickled and light caressed. Really fucking cute and pleasant. It was at some point now, when things were slower, *softer,* that I noticed how incredible his body was, which I had completely missed up until this point. (Because I had been off? Because I had higher expectations for someone who worked out daily? Because I was too distracted by the chest hair? *A carpet, I tell you*). I really don’t know how I could have missed this. I started noticing how fit he was when I was lightly running my fingers below his belly button to just above the start of his shaft. And I realized there was no “dip” or “groove” from when he transitioned from belly to pelvis. *Had I missed a 6-pack under all that chest hair?!* Strong legs. I’d even call them *formidable*. I. Love. Strong legs. His ass… oh my God. It looked so muscular, so manly. Not so muscular that it looked hard, and uninviting… but far from flabby or fat, or nonexistent, just perfect.
Eventually, he (gently) pried himself away from spooning so we’d actually sleep since he had work tomorrow. Early in the morning I felt him turn back around to me and we started kissing. I was kind of really excited for the morning to start this way since I was afraid we would just… part ways and wouldn’t have time for AM fun.
But. the kisses were getting heavier, and the hands roamed around generously, and it was clear it was going to lead to something. He got up and brushed his teeth. *Ugh. That meant I should brush my teeth too*. OK, walk back to the bed, activities proceed. Even quicker now. I climb on top of him and kiss him as my body presses into his. He turns me around, and says “I want to eat breakfast.” I haven’t mentioned this yet, but I’ve told him the night before that it’s that time of month, and don’t expect to be pleasured that way. But he doesn’t mind… *There is. Nothing. In this world sexier.*.. and fuck. It’s so good. I love the view of his face down there pleasing me. I pull him up and turn around so I can sit on his face. For some reason I’ve found it to be the easiest way for me to cum. Oh fuck. It’s so hot. He is *right* at the spot again. I haven’t looked at the clock but I’m so grateful we can play before he has to go to work and I don’t feel rushed to finish immediately. Honestly I am so wet I don’t know how he isn’t drowning. I want more. I lick my fingers and start rubbing my clitoris with my middle finger as he softly licks just below. I’m in. Heaven. I start writhing on his face and feel pure bliss before I tense, and beg him to keep going, and to keep doing it *just like that* because I’m *so damn close…* and before I know it I fall on his chest and collapse on him and kiss his thigh with intense appreciation and oxytocin. Agggghhh.
I bring myself up to lay next to him and cuddle and UGH. Cherish this man and Provider of Beautiful Orgasm. Mmmf. He kisses me a bit but the taste of me is too strong on his lips. *Is there enough pineapple in the world…?*
I feel so affectionate. We talk, I recover. I get shy about having sex, suddenly, annoyingly, even though I’m so turned on… But he’s so sexy. It’s so sexy. I’m on top of him again and I put my hands in my mouth to get them wet and I start sliding my fingers around his tip and slowly down his shaft. I look at him as I touch him. It is so hot to see him so turned on. He said something like “Normally I’m not one for handjobs… but… you… aghh.”
*Oh?*
“Well… there’s other stuff we can do, and mostly I feel like eh, it could do it better… but…. hppff”
This made me laugh. I started rubbing his member against myself. I was so wet, he glided right past my lips… I couldn’t resist any longer. I wanted to watch him, feel him orgasm inside me. I opened the drawer next to his bed and handed him a condom. He put it on fast (seconds?) but it felt like too many minutes too long. I slowly raised my hips and slowly sat down on his perfect, hard cock. It felt wonderful. I had forgotten how much I loved the first thrust. It was amazing from the beginning. I absolutely loved looking at him and seeing how much in pure ecstasy he seemed to be; my eyes were fixated on watching him feel the thrill and pleasure of having me ride on top of him. Not thinking of it, I licked my fingers and placed them between his anus and scrotum. He started breathing even faster. *I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.* I just smiled at him and kept sliding my fingers back and forth under his ball sack. He moaned and slowed down as he came within just seconds of my maneuvering. I think it was only minutes from when we started.
I think he apologized after… explaining how the whole night of foreplay was to blame for the quick finale. I didn’t point out to him how fucking flattered I was to have been the cause of pleasure so immense it could not be contained.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9r57np/my_perfect_date_with_that_fellow_from_reddit_fm