So, there I was, sitting in my dimly lit apartment, fingers hovering over the keyboard. I’d done this before. Once. Two years ago. A wild, sweaty night with a stranger who’d answered my call for casual, no-strings-attached fun. And now, here I was, ready to do it again. Toronto was calling, and so was my pussy.

I typed out the post with the kind of precision usually reserved for crafting a resume. Blonde, small tits, fine ass, and a tongue that could make a nun reconsider her life choices. I hit “post” and leaned back, wondering if anyone would bite. The internet is a strange place, after all. You never know if you’re going to get a genuine response or some dude pretending to be a woman because he thinks typing “u wan sum fuk?” is the height of seduction.

But then, the replies started trickling in. Most were… well, let’s just say they were about as appealing as a soggy sandwich. But one stood out. Her message was short, sweet, and to the point. “I’m in Toronto. Let’s meet.” Attached was a photo of her—dark hair, piercing eyes, and a smirk that screamed, “I know exactly what I’m doing.” I was sold.

Fast forward to February 7th. I landed in Toronto, checked into my hotel, and sent her a message. “Room 412. 8 PM. Don’t be late.” I spent the next few hours pacing the room, wondering if I’d made a terrible mistake. What if she was a serial killer? What if she had terrible breath? What if she didn’t like my pussy-licking skills? The anxiety was real, but so was the anticipation. My clit was practically throbbing just thinking about it.

At 8:02 PM, there was a knock on the door. I opened it, and there she was - Dark hair, nervous smile, clutching her purse like it was a lifeline. She looked… softer than I’d expected. Less confident. More human. “Hey,” she said, her voice a little shaky. “I’m… uh… I’m here.”

“Yeah,” I replied, stepping aside to let her in. “Come on in.”

The room felt smaller with her in it. She glanced around, avoiding eye contact, and I could tell she was just as nervous as I was. “So,” I said, trying to break the tension, “you found the place okay?”

“Yeah,” she said, nodding a little too enthusiastically. “Yeah, it was easy. Nice hotel.”

We stood there for a moment, the silence stretching between us like a rubber band about to snap. Finally, I gestured to the bed. “You can, uh, sit down if you want.”

She perched on the edge of the mattress, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. I sat down next to her, leaving a respectable amount of space between us. “So,” I said, “you’ve done this before?”

She shook her head. “Not really. I mean, I’ve… you know… been with women before. But not like this. Not with someone I just met online.”

I nodded, feeling a weird mix of relief and disappointment. Relief because she wasn’t some super-experienced seductress who’d make me feel like an amateur. Disappointment because, well, I’d been counting on her to take the lead. “Same,” I lied. “I mean, I’ve done this once before, but… it’s still kind of weird, right?”

She laughed, a short, nervous burst of sound. “Yeah. Weird.”

We sat there for a while, talking about nothing in particular—Toronto, the weather, the shitty hotel coffee. The conversation was stilted, awkward, but it helped ease the tension. Slowly, I started to relax. She did too, her shoulders dropping, her hands unclenching. And then, out of nowhere, she turned to me and said, “Can I kiss you?”

I blinked, caught off guard. “Yeah,” I said. “Yeah, you can.”

She leaned in, her movements hesitant, almost shy. Her lips brushed against mine, soft and tentative, like she was testing the waters. I kissed her back, gently at first, then with more confidence when I felt her relax. Her hands came up to cup my face, her fingers trembling slightly, and I could feel the nervous energy radiating off her.

We kept kissing, slow and exploratory, our bodies inching closer together. Her hands moved to my waist, pulling me toward her, and I let myself fall into her. She was warm, her body soft against mine, and I could feel her heart racing as I slid my hands under her shirt. She gasped when my fingers brushed against her skin, and I pulled back to look at her. “You okay?”

She nodded, her cheeks flushed. “Yeah. I’m just… I’m really into this.”

I smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. “Good. Me too.”

Things escalated from there. Clothes came off in fits and starts, each layer revealing more of her—pale skin, a smattering of freckles, a body that was softer and curvier than I’d imagined. She seemed self-conscious at first, her hands fluttering nervously, but I kissed her again, slow and deep, and she melted into me.

When my mouth found her pussy, she let out a sound that was half moan, half gasp. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and I could feel her trembling as I licked and teased her. She wasn’t as experienced as she’d claimed, that much was obvious, but she was eager, responsive, and fucking delicious. I started slow, tracing the outer edges of her pussy with my tongue, savoring the way she squirmed beneath me. Her thighs clenched around my head as I dipped inside her, tasting her sweetness, and she moaned, her hips bucking against my mouth.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “That’s… that’s so good.”

I didn’t let up, my tongue working her clit in slow, deliberate circles until she was writhing beneath me, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. When she came, it was with a cry that echoed through the room, her body arching off the bed as she clutched at the sheets.

After that, the nerves were gone. She pushed me onto my back, her mouth finding my pussy with a kind of desperate hunger that made me moan. She wasn’t as skilled as I was, but she made up for it with enthusiasm, her tongue lapping at me like she was trying to memorize the taste. I guided her, my hands in her hair, showing her how to move, how to press, how to make me scream. When I came, it was with her name on my lips and her fingers buried deep inside me.

We spent the rest of the night exploring each other, taking our time, learning what made the other tick. She fucked me with her fingers, her mouth, and a toy she’d brought along (because apparently, she’s always prepared). I returned the favor, licking her pussy until she came so hard she nearly kicked me in the face. We collapsed in a heap, laughing and gasping for air, and I knew I’d made the right decision.

So yeah, that’s the story of how I answered the call of my own horniness and ended up having one of the best nights of my life. Would I do it again? Absolutely. But next time, maybe I’ll skip the couch. My back still hurts.