Author: heyitsthatoneguy81

Still lost in the thought of the way this week has been going. I almost don’t want my roommate to come home for a while longer! The complete mystery of which guy will show up and when… I still quiver at the thought. Some have shown up more than once, and I’m thrilled at that!

As the week wound down to an end, I changed my Tinder profile message again and sent “thank yous” in the form of nude, selfies to the ones that I knew showed up (still not sure if “Shower Guy” came back more than that first visit since I didn’t get a good look at him), and resided myself to the couch to relax and watch some TV.

I heard a knock at the door, and saw the handle turn, then stopped. “It’s open,” I called. Slowly, the door opened and he poked his head through. “Hello? I, uh, just wanted to make sure the address was right before barging in. You’re Katie, right? Fr… From Tinder?”

“Yep, that’s me!” I gleefully replied. “Come on in. Get comfortable.” Read more »

I had my doubts if this “free use” ad that she put on Tinder was legit, but judging from how insanely hot her body is in her profile picture, it’s a chance I’m willing to take. I decided to show up at an odd time, partially to gauge her reaction when I got there, partially to have the best shot at having her alone.

I walked into the apartment at 5:30 am. A good, early time. Some people are getting up at this time, so she would either be getting up or still be sound asleep. I made my way through the apartment, looking around until I found her bedroom. It was pretty easy since it was the only open door in the place. I stepped into the bedroom, and there she was, “Sleeping Beauty.”

She was sleeping in the nude, and her profile picture didn’t do her any justice at all. It was a hot pic, don’t get me wrong, but seeing her naked body on the bed in front of me… holy SHIT, she is hot. I took a moment to dress to match, then gently crawled on the bed with her. She barely shifted. On my knees next to her, I ran my hand up her thigh until my fingers met her pussy. She was already wet. I guess she was expecting company. Read more »

I cannot even begin to describe how well this week has gone so far. Putting myself out there for “free use” has been the single best sexual idea I’ve ever had. I’m almost constantly wet just thinking about how I’ve been fucked, and the thoughts of how I might yet be fucked before the week is done. Fuck. Me. Please!

Midway through the week, I decided to simplify the process. Yes, “free use” can be simplified more than I already had it. I mean, yeah, I have a roommate that’s out of town, and unlocked door, my address given to several hot guys in Tinder, and a wet pussy, ready and waiting for a nice, hard dick to go in it. Or my ass, or my mouth… dealer’s choice, really. I’m ready for any of it.

Anyway, back to the simplification. I decided to take out what little effort there was left, and took to wearing a generously short skirt and NOT wearing any panties. For the top, I either went with a cut off t-shirt that barely covered my tits (unless I raised my arms, then the shirt might as well not even be there) because, let’s face it, the sight of hard nipples through the fabric is hot as FUCK. Or a bikini top, or no top at all. I want the point to be absolutely clear when someone shows up: get your dick hard, pick a hole, and put it in. Read more »

“Chinese Finger Cuffs”

I was initially worried about this Tinder ad, but I guess part of the excitement and the rush from it was the unknown. I know I approved the ones that can come over, but the “when” and “how” is a complete mystery, and I love it!

The first to come over was the “shower man.” I never got a clear look at him, but he rocked my world in that shower. When he left, I cleaned up, threw on a loose pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and laid down for a quick nap to recharge. I had just started to doze when I heard the apartment door open and close.

Slow footsteps made their way through the apartment and into my bedroom. I didn’t look to see who it was or what he looked like. I wanted the rush to keep going. I was already turned on, but when he put his hand on my ankle and let it slowly run up the length of my leg, stopping to grip my inner thigh, up the leg of my shorts, and ran his fingers up and down my pussy lips, I practically started dripping and almost came. I let a soft moan slip as he pulled his fingers away. Read more »

My finger hovered over the mouse button for what felt like an eternity. My mind wildly flipping between “Come on, you’ve fantasized about this a THOUSAND times, click the damn button and DO IT ALREADY,” and “Holy shit, am I REALLY going to do this? It’s careless and dangerous at the very LEAST. God only knows who the hell would show up!” Finally, I clicked the button. My profile has been updated. And now… I wait.

I’ve had a fantasy pop up in recent months about “free use.” Sure, I’ve had a threesome or two and been involved in a couple of orgies at parties, but those were all events that I knew who was involved and exactly when and what was happening. Free use… well, there’s a lot of room for “mystery,” is the word I’ll use. It sounds less scary than saying “giving strangers my address to fuck me at any time of day whenever they want and I don’t know when or how many are coming over at any given second,” but you know, it works as a placebo, even if I know that’s what it is. Read more »